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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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STICK TOGETHER

Summary: When Fred finds out Y/n is planning on leaving the Wizarding World, he canalizes his feelings in the worst way possible, which leads to a terrible outcome that seems unfixable.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: angst

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Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: swearing

A/N: @meph1stophelian is here putting pressure on me to post this already so I'm apologizing for the poorly written ending lmaoo enjoy <3

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"Fred, calm down." George begged me; he walked by my side, trying to talk some sense into me, but it was not the moment. "You gotta understand her— throwing a fit isn't going to help anyone—" I didn't even look in my twin's direction while he spoke. "Bloody hell, Fred—"

"Y/n!" I quickened my pace, leaving George behind after spotting her in one of the corridors, having a chat with a couple of Ravenclaws. "Can I have a word?"

"Sure— Oi!" I hadn't waited for her to reply before grabbing her hand and snatching her away to pull her into the nearest broom closet. "What was that about?"

"Tell me I heard Katie wrong and you're not actually leaving."

"I can't tell you that." She plainly responded, her voice steady.

A single, gobsmacked snide left my throat. "You're joking, right?" My heart ached as if it was being constricted when she shook her head no. "So you're fleeing?"

"What?"

"Things are getting ugly so you're running away."

Her eyes dug into mines as she stayed in a very uncomfortable silence before replying with. "So what if I am?" When I averted my eyes from hers, she called my name. Her eyes were somewhat softer now, with a gleam of plea in them. "For the last two years we had nothing but tragedy. Diggory died, You-Know-Who is back and recruiting, the ministry is full on going against a teenager, this pink colored nasty toad is physically abusing us, and on top of that, I have to put up with my housemates' bullshit for having muggle blood— I'm tired!" Her voice had raised a bit, enough for me to know she was struggling to keep it at bay, but still managed to. "If I can have a life out of this then—"

"You're a coward."

"Fred." there was a warning on her tone, but I couldn't listen.

"You're leaving... people behind," she attempted to reason; I didn't let her. "Dunno why I'm surprised, really. At the end of the day you're a Slytherin for a reason."

Her eyes started to well up, and I couldn't tell if it was with anguish or fury. I knew I was getting under her skin, but that was exactly what I intended to do; if I was going to leave that room scarred, so would she.

"Self-preservation, you call it." I scoffed, feeling my own rage building up faster each passing second. "Pure cowardy."

"Is that what you think?" Her tone wasn't steady anymore; she was holding back the poison of her words, for my sake.

"Yeah." I wasn't capable of doing the same thing for hers. "And I don't want your cheap excuses and emotional manipulation to convince me otherwise." My face was probably red due to the anger, my jaw and fists hurt from clenching them; I was off the rails, and the person who would usually stop me was standing in front of me. "Better leave now so you don't have the chance to sell us out when shit goes down."

Silence fell upon us, our gazes locked, equally watery and with the same amount of fury and sadness within them.

And finally she snapped. "Maybe I'm a coward, but you're a self-absorbed prat who's not able to see beyond your own ego!" The way she said it hurt me more than the sentence itself. "This is not gonna be a DADA class, Fred! I don't want to fucking die because I was too slow casting Protego."

"Good luck, Y/l/n." I curtly wished her before stalking out of the broom closet I have initially dragged her into.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We avoided each other for a week. The following Monday, when I entered the Great Hall, I found George and Katie quite depressed.

"What's gotten into you?"

They shared a look before my brother turned to me, deciding to break the news himself.

"Y/n left last night." He gave me an apologetic look. "Thought she'd wait until the graduation—"

"But she's had enough." Katie finished, toying with her breakfast. "Honestly, I wish I had a life in the muggle world too."

My lungs were refusing to take the air inside; I felt as if I would choke if I stayed there, so I stormed out, jogging to reach the countryard.

I needed to breathe.

Even after the wind hit my face, that vital task felt like the most difficult thing in the world to accomplish.

I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her.

A sob escaped my chest, realising the harsh words I had spat at her were probably the last ones she would ever hear from me.

I love her.

A Year And A Half Later

READER'S P. O. V.

I managed to apparate somewhere in the cornfield —the only place around the Burrow I remembered clearly.

I should have landed with a broom, but apparently, Mad-Eye didn't inform Lupin that I would serve as an extra escort for Harry if they were ambushed, so my broom was now smashed somewhere down the muggle road we had flown over.

Mentally cursing the damn moment in which I spoke to Shacklebolt in hopes of being useful in this war, I looked for the entrance of the Weasley home, which took me quite a while.

Funnily enough, it was Lupin who stepped out, wielding his wand and casting yet another hex at me that I somehow managed to block.

With a swift wave of my hand, he was propelled back into the house. "YOU!" A long-haired redhead I recognized as the eldest Weasley helped my old Professor up as I stalked to them with my wand up. "YOU HEXED MY BLOODY BROOM! I'M LUCKY TO BE ALIVE!"

"Y/n, calm down—" Shacklebolt was now besides me with his hands up. "He didn't know you were coming— he was trying to protect George from further harm."

My brain was slow to process his words, but as soon as it did, I started to down my arm. "What happened?"

"Snape hit him with the sectumsempra." My eyes widened at Lupin's heavy words.

"Did everyone else make it?" The three of them remained silent, the ginger shaking his head no.

My breath caught up in my throat, but before I could ask if Fred was alright, another tall ginger flashed the corner of my eye, and my head snapped to the living room's door.

FRED'S P. O. V.

Everyone was scattered around the house. Ginny took Hermione and Fleur to her room; Ron and Harry made its way up too; Tonks went out —she needed a moment alone to mourn Mad-Eye—, and, while my parents and I stayed with George, Lupin, Shacklebolt and Bill went to guard the entrance.

I was still kneeling by George's side, holding his hand while our mother healed his wound the best she could, when we heard a yell followed by a strong blow in the kitchen.

I looked at my mum and dad, my eyes flickering to my twin while I reached for my wand.

As I got up, more yells were heard, this time clearer; the voice was familiar— I knew that voice all too well.

There she stood, at the entrance of my home.

Her eyes met mines as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, and my head started to spin. I knew I had no right to do what I was about to do, but after that night's events, in which the war became very much real, I couldn't help but rush to her and engulf her in a tight hug.

Surprisingly enough, I couldn't take more than two steps forward, since she did what I intended to do first.

"You're alright." She mumbled against my shoulder. My eyes shut, trying to block the tears that threatened to fall. "How's he?" She inquired whilst pulling away with a concerned frown.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded in the living room's direction. A quiet sough escaped my lips as she passed by, her hands lingering on my arms for a brief instant before she entered the room and took careful steps towards the settee.

I barely caught a couple of words from George and Y/n's exchange, my mind still buzzing due to the shock.

"What do you say, Freddie?" I frowned at my twin, regretting not listening to the conversation. "She can take my bed, right? I'm not gonna get far anyway."

"Right." I agreed, struggling for my voice to come out steady. It was Y/n we were talking about; I had known her since our fourth year, I had been friends and more with her, seeing her shouldn't be that nerve-wracking.

A couple of minutes later, we were all heading to our respective rooms, and as I closed my room's door behind me and Y/n, it dawned on me that I had underestimated the anxiety that could cause me being left alone with her.

Get it together, Fred.

"If you want, you can grab a shirt from the drawer." I finally managed to speak, motioning at the chest besides the window. She nodded and turned to it to look for one she could sleep in.

Now that I had the opportunity, I carefully observed her, and soon realized how much she had changed in the time we were apart. Not only when it came to her physical appearance; she stood a bit straighter, talked a little calmer; the joy with which she used to sparkle was dim now, eclipsed by a severe, worried attitude— a sign of us no longer being the kids who messed around at Hogwarts.

"I missed you" I knew right away that wasn't the best start for the conversation.

"It sure didn't seem like it." The bitterness in her tone stung my heart harsher than I expected.

"You're still mad?" The way I was conducting the conversation was making me want to bang my head against the wall.

She sighed, turning around now that she had the shirt on to meet my gaze. "A year and a half, Fred. You didn't contact me for a year and a half. I thought we were friends."

"You left me behind!" I talked back, partly because I panicked, but also because I, to my surprise, was still mad too. "What did you even expect?"

"A letter?" She questioned, throwing herself down on the bed. "I mean— I didn't really expect anything, but a letter would have been a good way to let me know you didn't fucking hate me." My eyes, now fixed on my lap, went wide when Y/n's voice broke at her last three words.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, quite ashamed of having to apologise while also being scared of saying anything that could harm her further. "I'm sorry about not writing and- uh... I'm sorry about what I said to you. I know it's not an excuse but I was really mad and..." I cleared my throat and felt the blush creeping up my neck even before I finished the sentence. "... and hurt 'cause you- I thought that maybe I wasn't important enough to you and- yeah, I'm sorry about what I said." I tried meeting her eyes but they were fixed on the wall before her.

"It's fine." She shrugged, "I guess you were right anyway."

"I wasn't right-"

"You were." She hugged her knees to her chest and hid her face there. "Wanna know why I'm back?" She didn't need my response. "They're hunting down my family." My heart stopped beating for a second due to the shockingly deadpanning tone. "A friend gave me a tip-off— they were tracking them down. I got to them just in time." I refrained myself from asking about them —the less I knew, the better. "So yeah, you're right, I was a coward and left people behind."

My body shot up and my legs carried me to George's bed; without me being fully aware of what I was doing or which consequences it could have, I sat down and pulled Y/n into my arms.

Though she was shocked at first, her body soon relaxed into the familiarity of my arms, and she let out a relieved sigh. "You're not alone on this." I whispered, pecking her crown. "I'm here, okay?"

"So you don't hate me?" She murmured against my chest.

Maybe it was the fragility of her voice, or the warmth of her embrace I missed so much; maybe it was this past year and a half of regret, or the night's events, but I couldn't hold back my words.

"I love you."

And even though she went stiff, even if I had just blurted them out almost in accident, I didn't regret saying them, because I, in fact, loved her.

She pulled away to look into my eyes. "You mean it?"

"Yeah." I replied, calmer than I had been in a while. "And I'm really sorry about everything, if I could turn back time—" words and air were cut off by her lips crashing against mines.

We had kissed before, but it was on a bet's behalf or to prank someone; this was different, this was her pouring her 'I love you' into actions, and I embrace it gladly.

"No more running away." I commanded when she pulled back. "From now on, we stick together." She nodded, her forehead resting against mine and her palms on my chest.

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Digimon Data Squad Dub Comparison Episode 6 - The Ultimate Team No More?

This is a companion to my commentary on the original Japanese Digimon Savers! Reading my commentary on the original version of this episode (which you can find here) is recommended before reading this dub comparison.

Original name ~ Dubbed name

Masaru Daimon ~ Marcus Damon

Yoshino Fujieda ~ Yoshino “Yoshi” Fujieda

Tohma H. Norstein ~ Thomas H. Norstein

Sayuri Daimon ~ Sarah Damon

Chika Daimon ~ Kristy Damon

Captain Rentarou Satsuma ~ Commander Richard Sampson

Katsumata ~ Boomer

[Since several characters share the same name between the original and the dub, quotes from the dub will always be in italics, while quotes from the original will not, in order to distinguish them.]

Yoshi: “But does he wait? Of course not! Not Mister Reckless!”

Yoshi has some added exasperation at Marcus in the dub and I approve.

Masaru: “Aw, he’s annoyed at himself.”

Agumon: “Yeah, he’s annoyed.”

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Marcus: “What’s wrong, ya jealous?”

Agumon: “Sorry, but no autographs!”

how does Agumon know what an autograph is

Agumon: “As if any Digimon could beat us when we’re fighting together!”

Masaru: “Yeah! Because we’re the strongest combination ever!”

Agumon: “Ever!”

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Agumon: “We’ll just win again, of course! There’s no Digimon that can beat the ultimate team!”

Marcus: “Yeah! Agumon and I are the strongest team ever!”

Agumon: “Yeah!”

The original brought in Masaru and Agumon calling themselves the strongest combination ever kind of transparently for the purpose of this episode. However, because Marcus and Agumon have already called themselves “the ultimate team” before in the dub, this works better and doesn’t seem quite so obvious.

Dub-Agumon doesn’t have that quirk original-Agumon has of echoing the last word or so – or maybe a whole sentence as in the previous quote – of Masaru’s lines for emphasis. Not necessarily a bad thing, just that the dub Agumon has different quirks.

Lalamon: “This is the worst…”

Yoshino: “That’s my line.”

~~~~~

Lalamon: “Well, at least they don’t lack confidence.”

Yoshi: “No, they just lack common sense.”

Lalamon doesn’t get to steal Yoshi’s catchphrase, but instead she and Yoshi do some very warranted snarking.

Agumon: “Sarah, you’re a genius chef! Yum!”

Marcus: “Hey! How many times do I have to tell you not to call my mom by her first name!”

In the dub of the earlier episode where original-Agumon started doing this, dub-Agumon actually didn’t happen to use Sarah’s name, so this is the first time he’s done so onscreen. Still, I suppose Marcus’s line implies he’s done it multiple times before now, so this is the dub catching up by implying it’s been happening for a while even if we haven’t seen it.

Agumon: “But Sayuri is Sayuri. Chika is Chika. And Aniki is Aniki.”

Masaru: “That’s not what I mean!”

~~~~~

Agumon: “Kristy is Kristy, Sarah is Sarah, and Boss is Boss.”

Marcus: “‘Boss’ is not my name!”

Agumon: “Oh. Well, still.”

Instead of Masaru failing to articulate why it’s weird for his friend to call his mom by her first name, Marcus shifts to an entirely different argument which almost might be implying he doesn’t really want Agumon to call him Boss? That could be considered relevant to this episode, but it’s almost certainly not deliberate.

Masaru: “It’s manners for the follower to hold back!”

Agumon: “Look who’s talking! Giving things to the follower shows off an aniki’s generosity!”

~~~~~

Marcus: “Whatever happened to me being the boss here?”

Agumon: “Consider this an employee profit-sharing program.”

????? Agumon how on earth do you know what one of those is. I don’t even know what one of those is. Also, way to make this sound 1000% like a small business even though that never made any amount of sense.

This is basically making the same point as the original that Agumon feels Marcus ought to let him have the last fried egg as part of a boss’s generosity, but man does that get kinda lost in the ridiculous small-business joke.

Sayuri: “Oh my, they really know what they’re talking about…”

Chika: “That’s because they saw it on TV yesterday.”

Sayuri: “Still, it’s amazing that they’re studying while watching TV.”

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Sarah: “Oh boy. Well, dinner just got a lot more interesting.”

Kristy: “Why do boys always have to act like boys?”

Sarah: “Oh, believe me, Kristy, one day you’ll be glad they do.”

The original exchange between Sayuri and Chika here was very strange – I think the subbers didn’t quite get what was meant to be going on there, because their take on it doesn’t really make sense – so the dub changing it to something else is quite reasonable. But Sarah being heteronormative at her daughter was really not what they needed to change this to.

(Is this implying that Sarah was/is into guys who are this kind of ridiculous idiot? Actually, uh, knowing about the kind of person Marcus’s dad is, that’d make… a good bit of sense. Oh dear.)

There’s some similar bickering about snoring here, but then also, still in the background:

Marcus: “That’s it! You’re fired!”

Agumon: “You don’t even pay me!”

Can we not with the small business jokes! It makes this whole thing so difficult to take seriously as a meaningful bond between fighting partners, which is kind of what this whole episode is meant to be focusing on. Also, as usual, how does Agumon even know that an “employee” is supposed to get paid; his entire experience with the word should be limited to what he is to Marcus. And Marcus saying “you’re fired” really should be taken as him officially breaking off their partnership, but this isn’t the part where that happens yet. (Though honestly I’m glad that when we do, we won’t be doing the small business jokes there.)

Agumon: “Well, I’m not gonna bail you out any more, Aniki! If I wasn’t there for you today, you would’ve been screwed!”

Masaru: “What?! Don’t be so damn egotistical! You can’t even evolve without my Digisoul!”

~~~~~

Agumon: “Fine, don’t count on me to bail you out any more! Face it, you’d be totally lost without me!”

Marcus: “What?! Gimme a break! Without me you couldn’t Digivolve! Without me, this team would be nothing!”

I’m quoting this whole thing even though it’s basically the same as in the original, because this exchange is very important to the entire episode and I’m really glad the dub kept it intact. Boy could they have ruined the whole episode if they messed up this part, but they didn’t.

(I shouldn’t have to bring this up like it’s remotely remarkable, but after the fire-punching fiasco in episode 3, apparently it is.)

Marcus’s “without me this team would be nothing” is a bit harsher and more jerkish than originally, though that’s probably partly because the dub had more lip-flap to fill. It’s making Marcus more of a jerk like usual, but at least in this instance, Masaru being something of a jerk originally was actually the point, so this doesn’t stick out as much as it does sometimes.

The noises Agumon initially makes in reaction to Marcus’s comment here are a lot angrier in the dub, whereas originally it was more like upset floundering at the realisation that that’s true, before he snapped.

Agumon: “Damn it! I can’t do this any more! I’m done being your follower!”

Masaru: “Oh yeah, well, I’m out too! We’re not Aniki and follower any more!”

~~~~~

Agumon: “That’s it! I can’t take this! I don’t want you to be my boss!”

Marcus: “That’s just fine by me! I don’t wanna be your boss, either!”

At least the dubbers had the sense to deliberately avoid using the word “employee” here and keep the small-business nonsense out of the part that really matters.

Tohma: “You’re arguing over something so trivial.”

Masaru: “It’s not my fault!”

~~~~~

Thomas: “You’re being immature, even for you.”

Marcus: “Y-Y-*You’re* immature!”

The joke of Marcus proving how immature he is means that instead he’s snapping at Thomas, somewhat shifting away from the issue with Agumon. Meanwhile, Masaru was more subtly and relevantly showing his immaturity by trying to insist that their argument is totally all Agumon’s fault and not even slightly his.

We also lose the interesting implications of Tohma thinking this whole argument is over something trivial.

Masaru: “Fine! I’m more than enough for one or two Digimon!”

~~~~~

Marcus: “Hah. It’ll probably be *easier* without you, just you wait and see!”

Marcus’s extra jab about it being easier without Agumon shifts this more into an insistence that Agumon was somehow holding him back, rather than focusing on the more relevant point that he simply wants to feel like he can do this without help from anyone.

Agumon: “We’ll see about that, Aniki!”

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Agumon: “Hmph. Good luck, ‘cause you’re gonna need it!”

By wishing Marcus good luck, even if he means it as an insult, dub-Agumon is implying somewhat more of a sentiment of at least not wanting Marcus to get himself hurt doing this, which original-Agumon didn’t realise until later.

(Dub-Agumon doesn’t happen to call him Boss in this line, but he did so in an earlier line, so he is still doing that in the dub, too.)

The point I made in the original post about how these two scenes feel like one connected scene that ends on the note of Masaru going off to prove himself rather than them falling out doesn’t quite apply as much in the dub. Partly it’s because the dub doesn’t have the opening here, which isn’t its fault, but it also uses different BGM in each scene.

Elecmon: “So many toys to play with!” [evil chuckling]

I’m sure you can tell without me quoting the van driver’s line that this is not Elecmon echoing anything that any human said at all. Apparently it’s coming to the human world just because it genuinely personally likes messing with electronic devices. That is not how this is supposed to work, at all. Not even in the dub’s slightly different version of things!

Masaru: “Now there’ll be peace once again in the Daimon family.”

~~~~~

Marcus: “Finally I have some peace now that Agumon’s not around.”

Marcus not mentioning his family makes this less about the petty eating and snoring concerns that the argument started off about. But this still does very much carry the tone of him trying to insist to himself that he’s totally happier this way when he very obviously isn’t.

Masaru: “I’ll do it all by myself.”

~~~~~

Marcus: “Soon he’ll see! I don’t need *him* around!”

This, though, I don’t really like. The point was never specifically about Masaru proving anything to Agumon, and it wasn’t even specifically about the fact that he needs Agumon in particular. Masaru just wanted to prove, to himself, that he could do this (whatever “this” was) by himself.

Marcus’s intonation here is also quite overly-moody, making this come across a lot more like just a temporary tantrum rather than that this is connected to something that runs deep.

The dub decides to put a commercial break after this scene rather than after the Elecmon scene where the original opening went, even though this scene is short enough that they could probably have just as easily put it before it. I… think I like that choice? The Elecmon scene was always a bit unnecessary, so lingering more closely on the note of Marcus’s moodiness feels better. (Though it specifically lingers on that dub-changed line that I don’t like much, so, eh.)

That said, this next set of scenes cutting between Masaru out on his own stewing in his frustration and the DATS members trying to talk to Agumon in his Digivice does feel like it’s supposed to be one long connected thing in the original. So I dunno.

Megumi: “Look, it’s your favourite! A cheeseburger wrapped in another cheeseburger! With a cheeseburger for dessert!”

Um, that sure is a way to have a cheeseburger. Since she’s holding what looks like a perfectly normal burger, I can only assume she’s lying to try and make it sound more enticing to Agumon. (Also, haven’t you got the memo, Megumi? Agumon’s favourite is Sarah’s fried eggs, obviously.)

Yoshino: “How will they ever make up?”

Tohma: “It’s not something we should interfere with.”

~~~~~

Yoshi: “You think those guys will ever be partners again?”

Thomas: “I have more important things to do than second guess those two.”

Originally the implication from Tohma was definitely that he imagined they would make up sooner or later and just felt it wasn’t any of his business to try and force it to happen. But Thomas sounds like he’s implying he wouldn’t care if they didn’t ever make up at all. That’d have been reasonable for him before he came to respect Marcus, but not now.

Satsuma: “They must learn why they’re important to each other. If they don’t find that answer, this is as far as they go.”

~~~~~

Sampson: “They need each other. But if they can’t see that, there’s no place for them here.”

Sampson is spelling things out a lot more explicitly for us. And it also sounds like he’s only thinking about this in terms of their suitability as DATS agents. The sense I got from Satsuma was that he was thinking more broadly about their growth as individuals and is concerned about that, DATS agents or not.

Masaru: (That little shithead. He was the one who first said he wanted to be my follower.)

~~~~~

Marcus: (I can’t believe him! He was the one who said he wanted me to be his boss in the first place. Then he gets upset when I act like a boss.)

That last dub-added part misses the point a bit. This is supposed to be about Masaru still having room to feel like he doesn’t need anyone, because Agumon initiated their partnership and looked up to him. This isn’t about Marcus acting in any particular way while being in that “boss” role at all.

(Maybe this could be read as Marcus deflecting from the real point here – but that’s not even necessary, since the real point is him being able to tell himself he doesn’t need Agumon. Masaru was also essentially deflecting from that.)

Masaru: “Damn it!”

~~~~~

Marcus: “This day just keeps gettin’ better and better…”

Marcus has more to say as he almost falls over from his missed baseball swing and leaves. I’m not sure I like his comment here, like he’s just thinking about this as one of those Bad Days where everything goes wrong, as if he was playing baseball as a totally unrelated way to pass the time and then this mishap just added to the Bad Things pile. Really, Masaru’s playing baseball because of the initial problem, as a way to physically let off some steam, and then he probably messes up as a result of that frustration of his, which only serves to amplify it.

Maybe it’s just the tone I don’t like as much – Marcus simply sounds fed up and exasperated, rather than actively frustrated about something that isn’t really the baseball at all.

Lalamon: “You always said you hated being in the Digivice because you were alone.”

~~~~~

Lalamon: “You said you hated being in the Digivice because it’s cramped and lonely.”

Ayy, the dub is still consistently sticking with its added emphasis that Agumon doesn’t like cramped spaces. I’m so weirdly pleased at this one bit of extra nuance that they manage to be completely consistent and also not-too-unsubtle about – probably because they’re not usually nearly this good. It’s to the point that I’m starting to have a strong theory that someone on the dub writing team had claustrophobia themselves and was projecting this onto Agumon, making consistently writing it this way personal to them, because they otherwise do not usually care enough to think about and follow through with the implications of minor changes like this.

Agumon: “You two wouldn’t understand.”

Gaomon: “That’s for sure. But that’s why I’m interested.”

~~~~~

Agumon: “Just drop it, you guys, you don’t understand!”

Gaomon: “It’s disgraceful. A member of DATS should take pride in his partnership.”

Original-Gaomon was simply curious here, perhaps showing a side of him that’s similar to his master’s very scientific approach to things. Dub-Gaomon is also showing similarity to Thomas in his strong sense of duty (plus pride in his partnership because he’s a dog)… but he is also kind of being more of a dick in the process.

Gaomon: “Fighting with your master…”

~~~~~

Gaomon: “Arguing with your superior…”

Since dub-Gaomon doesn’t call Thomas “Master”, this had to be changed, and this is a perfectly reasonable change, but it does still give Gaomon more of a sense of being an army grunt rather than a loyal dog.

Gaomon: “Interesting. And why do you argue so often, do you think?”

Gaomon’s tone at the end here is also kind of dickish, like he’s implying that it should be obvious why Lalamon and Yoshi argue a lot. Geez, dub-Gaomon, chill.

Lalamon: “Yoshino’s always really lazy! She doesn’t clean up her room, she doesn’t fold her laundry, she has bad sleeping habits and—”

~~~~~

Lalamon: “Yoshi’s great, but she’s bossy and messy! And you should see what she does with her toenail clippings—”

“Bossy” is a lot more in line with the Yoshi we already know (at least towards Marcus, who kind of deserves it), though the “messy” part is similar to the original in hinting at a side of her we don’t usually see. But overall – no thanks in large part to the toenail clippings joke – there’s much less of a sense in the dub that Yoshi’s an entirely different person at home and that she doesn’t work nearly as hard in her home life as she does at DATS.

Katsumata: “Da… Daimon!”

Masaru: “Katsumata? You’re still hanging ‘round here?” [he turns to walk away]

~~~~~

Boomer: “Huh? Oh… Marcus!”

Marcus: “Hey, Boomer. Uh, sorry I can’t really talk right now. I’ll see ya.” [he turns to walk away, muttering under his breath] “Doof.”

Masaru’s interaction with Katsumata is obviously somewhat unfriendly from the start, based on both their tones and Masaru’s implication of “I thought I drove you out of this turf”. But Marcus and Boomer are both being… polite to each other? I would have assumed they were friends based on this, until Marcus insulted him under his breath.

Which, since they’re evidently not friends – especially given what’s about to happen – just makes it come across as incredibly off that Marcus even pretended to be polite to him in the first place. Masaru would never do that; he never beats around the bush and would never hide it if he had a problem with someone. That straightforward sincerity he has is a really big part of his character and I am sad to see so much less of it there in Marcus.

Since Marcus was enough of a jerk to pretend to be nice and then insult them under his breath, it then also comes across like Boomer and his cronies surround Marcus for a beatdown mostly because of that, rather than that they’ve had a run-in with him before and want revenge.

Masaru: “What bad luck.”

Katsumata: “Cursing your fate won’t do you any good.”

Masaru: “I was talking about you. I’m extremely pissed off right now!”

~~~~~

Marcus: “You *don’t* wanna start a fight with me today.”

Boomer: “Just ‘cause it’s five against one? Hah. We’re callin’ the shots this time around.”

Marcus: “Is that what you think? Back off, Boomer, before I teach you bullies a lesson!”

Boomer: “Yeah, right. Get him, guys!”

On the other hand, Marcus’s “today” does imply that he might have had a fight with this dude sometime before. (Unless he just means “start a fight with me” in the very general sense that people often come to him looking for a fight and not necessarily this guy in particular).

That line is also the only part of this scene that gets across the important sense that Marcus is especially in the mood to give someone a beatdown right now because of everything that’s been going on.

The rest of it… really doesn’t. Bullies? I don’t know if this is trying to say that these guys are known bullies that Marcus has heard of or dealt with before (in which case, why would he bother being nice to them?), or just a comment on the fact that they’re surrounding him five-on-one (though Marcus isn’t entirely innocent in this, since he insulted them first). But either way, this is the dub trying to reassure us that, hey, really, it’s okay that our protagonist beats up these guys, because they’re bullies! They’re bad guys! Marcus is being the good guy here, see!

That is not supposed to be the point of this. Masaru wasn’t beating up unwilling bystanders – he would not do that – and only did this because these dudes were looking for a fight. But this is very much supposed to be Masaru doing something that is kind of not okay, as a result of his frustration with himself set off by his argument with Agumon. That’s the point! It’s good for this to not be a great thing for Masaru to do! Characters – even good characters – are allowed to do bad things. That’s what makes stories more interesting.

Marcus also at least tries to de-escalate the situation by warning Boomer to back off. That makes the resulting beatdown a lot more on Boomer for refusing to listen, and a lot less on Marcus, who is at this point mostly acting in self-defence. Apparently Marcus would have been perfectly happy to walk away from this if they’d had second thoughts and left him alone.

But Masaru never gave them that chance. Once they’d incited aggression first by surrounding him, Masaru took that as a free excuse to start letting loose on these dudes without giving them an opportunity to change their minds. He wanted an excuse to vent his frustration through violence and wasn’t going to back out of it once he’d been given one. Again, that’s the point.

Agumon: (Aniki hurt my pride.)

~~~~~

Agumon: (You really hurt my feelings, Boss…)

This is almost the same, but hurt feelings is a bit more of a general idea that hurt pride. Pride in particular is especially relevant here, since Agumon and Masaru both have a lot of it and that’s a big part of the reason why this is happening.

At least the musical cue as Marcus stands over the beaten dudes is appropriately sinister and painting Marcus as very much not a hero in this situation. The dub soundtrack people have the right idea, even if the dub writers don’t.

Marcus: “See? I don’t need help from anyone.”

Marcus has an added silence-filling line as he walks away, pointing out things that were already implied in the original because who needs subtlety. Also, hey, look, it’s almost like he really did just beat up those guys for his own issuey reasons and not because he was being a good guy defeating the bullies, how about that!

Though I also think this is somewhat missing the point. Yes, a lot of this episode is about Masaru trying to insist he doesn’t need anyone’s help. But this particular part is also here to show that his usual pastime of street fights against other humans isn’t enough for him any more, that he needs something more that fighting Digimon can give him. That’s what’s supposed to be the main thing on his mind as he walks away from this too-easy victory, rather than the more general don’t-need-anyone issue.

This whole part is one of my favourite delightfully-subtle bits of this episode, and the dub watered it down so much.

Old man: “Well, well, my angry young friend.”

Pfft. Not an inappropriate thing to be calling him right now.

Old man: “The things you truly need appear even when you’re not looking for them. That’s because you understand why you need them.”

~~~~~

Old man: “The things you truly need appear even when you’re not looking for them. So look for what’s new in your life and figure out why you might need it.”

Unlike last time the old man showed up to be vague and metaphorical, this time the dub actually translates his speech almost entirely word-for-word! Amazing. This is the one bit that’s slightly different – but if anything, the dub’s version makes more sense at a part where the original was a little bit “???”, so, hey, good job. This does also mean that the old man is somewhat more actively giving Marcus advice in the dub than in the original, but that doesn’t really make a difference anyway (because Marcus is still not listening).

Boomer: “What luck. I can’t believe I lost to Marcus again.”

Okay, so the dub is definitely going with the fact that Boomer is someone Marcus laid a beatdown on before today. They really shouldn’t have thrown doubt on that to begin with by having them sound like they’re being polite to each other in that earlier scene.

Katsumata: “Damn it, the stupid light’s taking too long again! Come on, change!”

Elecmon: “Lights, change!”

~~~~~

Boomer: “Why won’t these stoplights change already?! C’mon, c’mon!”

Elecmon: “More toys to play with!”

…So, yep, Elecmon coming here is totally unrelated to anything Boomer is saying or feeling. And therefore it’s nothing to do with Marcus that this is happening. (Which also makes it a hugely convenient coincidence that he happens to be nearby to this Digimon incident when he doesn’t have DATS to tell him where to find it.)

Agumon: “I decided I wouldn’t come out until Aniki apologises.”

~~~~~

Agumon: “I’m staying here until Boss apologises, so blame him if something goes wrong!”

Dub-Agumon is being more of an immature dick here. If something goes wrong that he could have helped with, it’s totally not his fault for choosing to put his personal issues above the importance of the case, sure.

Bystander: “I still can’t believe that no-one was seriously injured!”

Yeah, sure, dub, you just fill a silence with this to reassure the kids. It’s a huge flaming car crash, but it’s fine! Nobody was even really hurt, let alone killed!

Masaru: “It’s okay. You’re not hurt anywhere.”

~~~~~

Marcus: “It’s okay, kid, you aren’t hurt. Thanks to me, of course!”

Marcus, unlike Masaru, feels the need to make things about himself here, somewhat putting the damper on his selfless moment of heroism. Not completely, but he comes across as slightly less genuinely selflessly good as a result.

(It could be read like that comment is a result of the I-can-do-everything-alone issues he’s having this episode, but it feels like now of all times is when he should stop acting that way at all. That was the idea behind this bit in the original. Marcus’s tone for that part is still quite soft, so it also doesn’t sound like it’s part of his overcompensating.)

Agumon: “Aniki!”

~~~~~

Agumon: “Oh no!”

Because “Aniki” is two lip-flaps, they can’t just replace a lone “Aniki!” with a lone “Boss!”, so instead Agumon says this, coincidentally sounding more worried than he did originally.

Yoshi: “Marcus, where’ve you been? Why didn’t you contact us?”

Marcus: “I’ve been busy doing my job!”

Yeah, sure, doing your job definitely includes playing baseball and beating up some random dudes. (Masaru did not try and make any such claim.)

Yoshino: “You don’t have a partner, so just wait here.”

~~~~~

Yoshi: “Without a partner, you’re useless, so just stay out of the way, Marcus.”

Yikes, Yoshi. Calling him outright useless like this is going to rile him up even more.

With the dub’s insistence on using its evolution music every single time someone evolves, at least these shorter evolution animations mean that the music doesn’t awkwardly loop exactly twice, and instead it plays smoothly through the two animations.

Masaru: “Even if I am [being absurd], I’ll use it to cut through a new path! That’s what a man does!”

~~~~~

Marcus: “An ultimate fighter never quits! Let’s go, you overgrown puppy!”

Even aside from removing the manliness part, they also removed the rest of what was fun about this line. Masaru has a delightful insistence about how he doesn’t care if he’s being absurd, that can be a good thing that’ll help him win! Marcus is just… never quitting, and then trash-talking his opponent. Which is fine, but… simple.

Agumon: “Aniki!”

~~~~~

Agumon: “Oh, Boss!”

More ways for the dub to get around the lip-flap issue with short exclamations like this.

Yoshi: “Chasing something we may not be able to catch, to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved! Marcus must be terrified all alone.”

[cut to Marcus on Garurumon’s back]

Marcus: “Yaaaaa-hooooo!”

Look, I get the joke they’re going for here, but doing so compromises two characters. Why would Yoshi even worry about Marcus being terrified, after she literally just complained that he won’t want to be saved? She knows him, geez.

And then Marcus having great fun riding the Garurumon would normally be perfectly fine – see Drimogemon last episode – but one of the interesting points about this part in the original is that Masaru wasn’t having nearly as much fun with this as he had with Drimogemon before, as a sign that he knows deep down how outmatched he is without Agumon.

Masaru: “Hey, asshole, how far are you gonna go? Stop sometime! Damn, my arms are giving out! Are you trying to see which of us lasts longer?”

~~~~~

Marcus: “Hey, you digital dimwit, give it up! You’re never gonna be able to shake me off you! …Except my arms are starting to get tired. Well, let’s see who gives out first!”

He’s also a lot more openly cocky about being able to hold on, generally, despite that he does admit his arms are getting tired. Masaru’s lines gave more of a subtle sense that he was hoping it would stop so he wouldn’t have to keep holding on, if still not directly admitting that.

Masaru: “Hey. Don’t underestimate me!”

~~~~~

[Garurumon growls]

Marcus: “Woof.” [he lets out a wordless battle cry]

As much as I am kind of amused by Marcus aggressively making fun of his enemy being a big dog, I am sad that this comes in place of that fun original line in which Masaru had decided Garurumon was totally underestimating him, which definitely wasn’t him projecting his own self-doubt onto it.

Masaru: “Damn it, what do I do now?”

~~~~~

Marcus: “Oh, that’s right! I’m on my own here!”

Somewhat less of a sense in the dub line that Marcus is starting to wonder how the hell he’s going to win this now.

Marcus: “…Not fun.”

Marcus has this little comment about how it felt to be slammed into a wall, and I enjoy it.

Masaru: “Am I not… strong enough to beat him…? Is it really only a Digimon that can stop a Digimon…?”

~~~~~

Marcus: “Man, maybe I’m not strong enough to defeat this guy… Maybe it really *does* take a Digimon to defeat a Digimon…”

Despite his “maybe”s, Marcus generally sounds a lot more sure about this here, like he’s not actually having any real difficulty accepting this now, whereas Masaru was still struggling with it to the point of phrasing it as a question.

Marcus: “But still, there’s no way I’m gonna give up even if this turns out to be my last stand…!”

The dub has some extra lip-flap here, so this is also added in. Which I’m not super sold on. In keeping with a dub difference in episode 1 (wow, consistency), Marcus is apparently openly willing to just throw his life away for no good reason. Plus, the fact that he’s explicitly accepting the possibility he might get killed here means he really has accepted that he can’t do this with a lot more willing certainty than Masaru did.

(At least the dub managed to phrase the concept of him dying in a way that sounds natural despite not directly mentioning death.)

Masaru: (I was wrong… I need…)

~~~~~

Marcus: (What was I thinking? I couldn’t have defeated that guy [Tortamon] by myself, and I can’t beat Garurumon either! I need Agumon, and now I’ll never get to tell him I’m sorry!)

These are both lines that take up the same amount of time, believe it or not. Marcus is way more internally-talkative and generally perfectly articulating the problem he was having and the Lesson He’s Learned. Meanwhile, Masaru was coming to this realisation a lot more slowly and gradually, barely able to articulate it to himself beyond the most simple and important part. The original’s writers were happy to leave some silent gaps in between his thoughts to do the rest of the work more subtly.

The dub’s also really doubling down on the idea that Marcus is very consciously aware that he’s probably about to be killed here. Him lamenting not being able to apologise to Agumon is cute, but I still don’t know if I like him having admitted the about-to-die part to himself in the first place.

Sadly, the dub does not have the extra layer of Marcus’s screams of exertion that are what’s physically coming out of his mouth during this part. Regardless, these are definitely internal thoughts, because they have an echoey sort of effect on them to imply that. (The original doesn’t use that effect for its inner monologue lines at all.)

Masaru: (I need… I need Agumon! I want to fight together with Agumon!)

~~~~~

Marcus: (I get it now. I need you, Agumon! What makes us strong isn’t you or me… it’s both of us working as a team!)

Them working together as a team being the reason they’re strong is a cute (and correct) sentiment, don’t get me wrong, but I still like it less how Marcus is able to perfectly articulate this to himself and has just very straightforwardly Learned His Lesson.

Also, the loss of specifically “I want to fight together with Agumon” loses the possibly-unintentional call-forward in that line, which makes me a little sad.

Marcus: “Right. We’re the ultimate team!”

With the dub’s “ultimate team” being a whole Thing that’s in more than just this episode, it has a more impactful effect to bring it back here that the original can’t do. So that’s a plus for the dub, at least.

Marcus: “Never surrender, GeoGreymon!”

The evolution theme, being an instrumental remix of the dub’s opening theme, happened to have the part of its melody which matches with the dub’s opening lyric of “Never surrender!” just a few seconds before this line. Heh. I wonder if that was deliberate.

Masaru: “There’s no way you can lose to a Digimon like that!”

~~~~~

Marcus: “Remember, you’ll never lose as long as we fight together!”

Marcus’s line here is more adorable than Masaru’s, putting the focus on their partnership rather than just implicitly insulting their opponent! (It could be read that Masaru was specifically referencing the fact that Garurumon doesn’t have a partner and that’s why GeoGreymon should win, but if so that’s not all that clear.) I approve.

Masaru: “You did it, Agumon!”

Agumon: “Aniki!”

~~~~~

Marcus: “You did it, Agumon!”

Agumon: “*We* did!”

The dub did indeed go for “you” with the translation of Masaru’s subject-ambiguous Japanese line – and then they had Agumon add in a “we”, for maximum adorableness!

Masaru: “We can beat any Digimon if we’re fighting together!”

Agumon: “Yeah! We’re the strongest combination ever!”

~~~~~

Marcus: “As long as the two of us work together, no Digimon can stand against us!”

Agumon: “Yeah, we’re still the ultimate team, Boss!”

The dub’s version of this is basically the same right here, but what it unfortunately doesn’t do that the original did is directly echo what the two of them said in the beginning of the episode, but with the speakers swapped. Here’s the earlier bits:

Agumon: “As if any Digimon could beat us when we’re fighting together!”

Masaru: “Yeah! Because we’re the strongest combination ever!”

~~~~~

Agumon: “There’s no Digimon that can beat the ultimate team!”

Marcus: “Yeah! Agumon and I are the strongest team ever!”

Alas, apparently the dubbers didn’t realise that was a deliberate callback and make sure the earlier lines were worded so they’d work with this.

Agumon: “Nah, it’s fine. I’m sorry, too.”

~~~~~

Agumon: “No. I should be apologising to *you*.”

The dub’s version of this contains the awkward implication that Agumon isn’t just giving his own apology but also feels like Marcus didn’t even need to apologise in the first place. Which isn’t right, since both of them were equally at fault here. I don’t know if the dub even meant to imply this, but that’s how Agumon’s phrasing reads.

Masaru: “Crap, it’s Yoshino. Run, Agumon!”

~~~~~

Marcus: “Oh man, I’d rather face another Digimon than Yoshi. Run!”

The original reads like Masaru is trying to run because Yoshino is going to force him to clean up his mess. In the dub, it reads like it’s not so much about the clean-up and more like he’s mostly running because Yoshi is scary when she’s mad, which has a vaguely uncomfortably sexist vibe to it.

(Also, why is he acting like facing another Digimon would be a bad thing? Of course he’d rather fight another Digimon than face Yoshi, regardless of her anger or the clean-up, because fighting Digimon is his favourite thing!)

Overall differences

Well, at least they didn’t ruin the overall point of the episode like they could have by changing the reason Marcus and Agumon fall out. I had wondered if the bizarre misconception I’ve seen of “this episode is bad because they fall out over fried eggs!!!” came from the dub, but no, it very much didn’t. That part is perfectly intact. That said, there’s a lot of other changes going on in this episode that I’m not too fond of, especially because a lot of them mess with the fun nuanced bits.

The ridiculous small-business jokes during their argument further highlight how nonsensical it always was to call Agumon Marcus’s “employee”, and they detract from the meaningful points being made there about their respective roles in the relationship.

Elecmon is entirely lucid and simply coming here because it wants to mess around with traffic lights, which is extremely not how things work, not even in the dub’s version of why these Digimon incidents are happening. It also means this incident isn’t indirectly Marcus’s fault, which was a thing I enjoyed in the original.

The scene where Marcus beats up the dudes is probably my least favourite of the changes. The dub completely fails to grasp that Masaru doing something kinda not okay is the whole point of that scene. Instead it scrambles to insist that their kids’ show protagonist is still a 100% squeaky clean good person actually, because look, he’s only beating up bullies! And yet despite that, Marcus also acts weirdly uncharacteristically polite to this person that he has every reason to openly dislike.

Just like in episode 3, Marcus is a lot more articulate and self-aware about admitting exactly what his problem is and the lesson he’s learned in this episode (though at least in this episode he actually learns it), which continues to be less interesting and nuanced than the way Masaru struggles a lot more to fully accept and understand his issues. There’s also a recurrence of the thing from dub episode 1 in which Marcus is fully, consciously aware of the possibility that he might die, which is not something Masaru ever quite lets himself acknowledge even when he’s inches away from being eaten.

At least a few of the lines in the scene where he and Agumon make up are changed to be a little bit more adorable in the dub than they were originally, so there’s that.

#digimon #digimon savers #digimon data squad

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“i’m a quidditch player, and you’re the announcer, and i am trying really hard not to notice that your comments about me are becoming less and less about how i’m playing, and more and more about how i look in my quidditch uniform” + robbaery!!

(sorry it’s so late)

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also on Ao3

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The first match of the year. Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.

Normally the Hufflepuff team wouldn't be considered a real threat but ever since Loras Tyrell had been made quidditch captain they were formidable. he had the team practising every second of the day, the last he had heard she nearly worked her chaser Podrick to exhaustion and had been sent to madame Pomfrey and given a prescription of pepper up potion to keep him awake in classes.

So it was safe to say (but not in front of any of his sibling or else he would never hear the end of it) that he was somewhat shitting a brick over the match)

Not that the Gryffindor team was bad per se, it’s just that since Brienne Tarth left they were sort of in shambles.

It wasn't helped that most of the team was made up of his family and if he screwed up he would never be allowed to forget it.

“ARGH!” Robb shouted as he was tackled to the ground off the bench at the table by a small blur of Gryffindor colours.

Arya was a bundle of energy, overexcited for her first quidditch match as the Gryffindor seeker. From where he had landed on the floor he could see his little sister fluttering about as though she was the snitch herself, at least there was something to be excited at.

And surely that will take the heat off him.

His other sister was seated by Theon and was utterly devoid of the usual green garb she wore as house pride (and partly their mother had told her she suited the colour when Sansa was distraught over her placement) but instead decked out head to toe in red and gold to support her siblings.

Sansa and Bran were the only Starks not in Gryffindor (well, Rickon had yet to be sorted but everyone agreed he was too wild to be anywhere else than Gryffindor), they were in Slytherin and Ravenclaw respectively. Family was more important than house pride so he saw no reason to cast out his sister even though many in his house view her with suspicion.

He also may have had a months detention after one of his dorm mates had suggested that she "was an icy bitch" and that "he wouldn't be surprised if she killed them all" which was bad enough but then Harry Hardyng said he "wouldn't mind getting under her skirt first though" so Robb obviously had to defend his sister's honour. And may have forgotten he went to a wizarding school and could use magic, so he may have beat up harry the muggle way and sent him to the infirmary.

(Jon had detention with him too but Arya was the only one wise enough to not get caught, Harry had been hexed by Arya to get snowed on every time he even thought about Sansa so he would be frigid )

Robb had only managed to start on his toast when Jon jumped up saying they were going to be late to get Bran a good seat.

Bran had suffered from a splinching accident a few years ago, he had been attempting magic from a very young age. Catelyn was happy when he would cast Lumos or Wingardium Leviosa but then bran had become a little ambitious and trying harder and harder spells. He got it into his head that he could try to apparate. He was ten and so excited for Hogwarts.

Sansa thought he was dead when she found him lying in the garden with blood pooling around him. He had splinched a part of his spine and though they rushed him to saint mungos they couldn't repair the damage fully and bran would never be able to walk again. With a few levitation spells and Featherlight charms the healers had managed to sort a chair out for Bran to use, it wasn't the same as before but it gave him the freedom his legs wouldn't anymore.

It worked well but it would still take bran some time to get to the Quidditch pitch so soon the entire Stark family were making their way down to the pitch absurdly early.

Sansa was by Bran’s side talking his ear off about one of her friends, Theon was trailing along beside her. Which was a bit weird it's not like Sansa needed his help.

He was in his head about the Quidditch so Robb was only hearing every other word of Sansa’s conversation but it was something about her friend commentating and her dreamy brother on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team? He wasn't quite sure but Theon was sulking. Perhaps she had insulted the Iron Krakens again.

Finally getting into the air he felt all of his worries melt away. All that mattered was him, his broom and the bludger.

A bracing wind was rushing past, nearly deafening him to the roar of the crowd. Swooping past the commentary box he could hear the announcer

"First match of the year and first year for Loras Tyrell as Quidditch captain and early opinions suggest a Hufflepuff win in the works or so I've heard from a very reliable source- my brother. Professor’s not biased, Loras is a reliable source!"

There was some grumbling and then the crackle of the amplifier started up again "well ladies and gentlemen I've been told I can't use my brother as a source which seems entirely unfair.”

Robb gripped his beaters bat tight as he saw the bludger fly towards Arya and he zoomed across the pitch to hit it out of her way.

“Ooh Stark is racing after the bludger heading towards stark- miss can I just refer to them by their first name cause this is getting confusing”

He screeched to a halt just in front of Arya in time and directed the bludger at one of the Hufflepuff chasers. Arya gave a bark of laughter and shouted over to him “I could have handled it”

He didn't bother to reply to her only rolling his eyes.

She didn’t see though as she was to busy racing off hopefully chasing after the snitch.

The match continued, Gryffindor-30 Hufflepuff-170 so they were not doing well. but after an hour and a half in the air, he began to notice the commentary had rather changed in tone.

“Robbs quidditch kit is quite tight, isn't it? His bum looks lovely”

Scundered, he was completely scundered. He just knew theon would never let him live this down.

Arya flew over, completely ignoring the match going on just to make fun of him. She was clutching at her stomach and she nearly fell off her broom laughing at him. Robb could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. His cheeks were clashing furiously with his hair and though he was annoyed by his sister he did fly over and steady her.

“It should be a crime to wear those trousers that well. They look like theyre painted on- miss its perfectly relevant I’m commentating”

He was going to die of embarrassment before this match was over, all he could hope for was that Arya would catch the snitch already .

There was little else to do until Arya did her job, he blocked a fair few bludgers often tossing them between himself and Jon in the boring bits.

Dacey Mormont was their best chaser and they were about to take the lead when he saw a bludger come straight at her as she rushed to the goal.

Jon was too far away after getting in an argument with the Hufflepuff beater Meera Reed and the chaser Matthos Seaworth that their last few scores were lousy.

“Arya stark has spotted the snitch!” the cheery announcer shouted. He would really have to find out who she is.

There was a split second, a choice to make. He could either rush over- but he knew he wouldn’t make it in time hoping that it would miss her but if Arya caught the snitch they would still be behind and lose the match.

And with that, his decision was made. He would go after the bludger.

The wind was even harsher now that he was racing through it, his grip on his broom was tenuous at best with his bat in hand but now he was rocking from side to side, he hit one of the viewing towers after a hefty gust of wind caught him and he let go of his bat. It became a mere pin drop in the distance.

Dacey was almost at the goal post now- as was he but the commentary again came into his mind “Robb stark looking very dashing as he races to protect Mormont from the stray bludger- wait, it’s not heading towards her. It’s going to take out Renly!”

The sense of honour that his father had drilled into him was screaming at him. He had to save Renly even though he’s the Hufflepuff keeper . If they win it’s going to be fair and not because he had let Renly get hospitalised.

So because he never thinks things through he threw himself between the incoming projectile and Renly. His last thought before he blacked out from the pain as he fell through the air was “Arya better have caught the damn snitch.”

Blearily blinking awake Robb found himself surrounded by his entire family, quidditch team and the Hufflepuff team?

Sansa was the first to realise he had woken up, “oh Robb thank goodness you’re okay! We were so scared, seeing you drop from such a height it was horrible!” her eyes were red-rimmed and even bran seemed more solemn than usual.

Jon and Theon were the complete opposite “YOU BLOODY IDIOT!” and “you know throwing yourself in front of a bludger is not going to make any of us forget that you were called ‘hotter than a herbology classroom mid-June with the windows shut’ right?”

“I DID NOT WANT TO REMEMBER THAT” a petulant voice he recognised as Aryas called out. Well, Robb did hope that would be left out of the letter to his parents.

Sansa gave a rueful smile as though she knew something he didn’t.

He didn’t have long to think about it as he saw a barrage of yellow fly at him, it was Loras Tyrell and Renly Baratheon “you didn’t need to take that bludger for me but you did so uh... You're just like the stories of your father and an uh good sport.”

While Loras reached out to shake his hand which Robb just realised was completely bandaged. “Oh well…um ” Loras rapidly searching for a way of saying thanks and settling on patting Robbs shoulder.

Well, that was weird.

A sharp wolf whistle took over his sibling’s titterings and theon- the culprit of the noise just winked at him while Sansa elbowed him so harshly he let out an “oof”.

The pretty brunette girl he always saw Sansa hang around with was walking towards him and give him a lopsided smirk “What my dear brother was trying to say was thank you for saving his boyfriends life”.

He certainly knew that voice .

“YOU WERE THE COMMENTATOR!?” Robb desperately looked for confirmation from anyone at his bedside but all he was met with was giggling.

“What did theon pay you to say that stuff?”

Her eyes were a warm brown that he could just melt into and her hair was a torrent of waves the same colour. She was utterly gorgeous close-up and he refused to believe that she wasn’t persuaded to embarrass him .

Jon suddenly stood up and pushed Bran’s chair out of the infirmary “that’s our cue to go” and was followed like a mother duck and his sisters his ducklings- though Sansa and Arya were dragging Theon out of the room.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and she came closer to him, shooing away everyone else. Even though everyone had now left it felt incredibly claustrophobic like they were stuck in a broom closet together. She consumed all his senses and he was internally cursing himself for not noticing her earlier.

“Why would you think I was joking?”

He didn’t know how to reply to that without making himself like a blundering idiot but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to.

“Well… um, it’s just that if you uh weren’t joking… its a ah rather public way of saying such uhm things.” if all the blood hadn’t rushed to his head to make him blush like a tomato he would eat every puke flavoured Bertie botts bean.

“Maybe that was the only way to get you to notice”

Okay, so it appeared he was an idiot.

“Oh”

“Yeah”

“So… if I were to say that you were the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen and if your half as brilliant as Sansa tells me then you’re the most wonderful witch I’ve ever met you wouldn’t be mad?”

“No you idiot” her voice was filled with faux scorn but she leant down to kiss him.

“No more visitors! Mister Stark is to rest and recover from his broken bones I will NOT be having any cavorting in my infirmary” Madame Pomfrey shouted.

Margaery gave him a peck on the cheek and rushed out of the room before she left Robb called out to her saying “does that mean you’ll go on a date with me to Hogsmeade?”

She just smiled and replied “maybe”.

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hey just curious about your thoughts re: atla & fmab - both series have a premise of genocide, focus on the children of fascist societies, feature military characters who try to atone for ethnic cleansing (iroh & roy/riza/maes), contrast them with bloodthirsty foils (zhao/ozai/azula & kimblee), and even have a morally gray character who gets a redemption arc/backstory (zuko & scar). is there a textual difference in their approaches to narrative? is one ultimately more successful in its allegory?

thank you for this ask, I feel like this is a question I’ve kind of been asking myself for a while but i’m never really sure how to articulate it. they’re both good shows, and they both handle these themes fairly responsibly. i think ultimately most of their differences come down to the fact that they were written for different audiences.

I generally think of ATLA as a sort of stepping stone for the harsher narrative of FMAB, because FMAB has the room to show the audience what exactly the effects of war and genocide are. ATLA had to tiptoe around it at times, even though the writing was good enough to get across the horror of it, FMAB doesn’t have to beat around the bush when it comes to harder topics. you don’t get a tastefully cut flashback or pan over some skeletons; instead you saw exactly what happened to the victims, not as torture porn, but to get across the fact that this is what our heroes did, and they can’t turn away from it. FMAB has an attitude of “is this hard to watch? yeah, well, it should be.” FMAB also showed how difficult it is to live with survivor’s guilt (Ed-Al post-Nina), and emphasizes the value of one life, all life, any life. ATLA did have a great and important message of how everything is connected, but I think FMAB’s approach is a necessity when we talk about war stories.

I’m showing my bias here because FMAB is one of the best things I’ll ever watch but I think there is also an immense difference in how Roy&Riza and Iroh are portrayed in relation to their actions in Ishval/the Earth Kingdom. Roy&Riza understand there is no atoning for what they’ve done; Iroh is effectively forgiven for it. he doesn’t really even talk about it or show he understands the gravity of what he did. how do you tackle his crimes with an audience of 12 year olds when you’ve been portraying him as a loveable uncle? I think ATLA could have handled it if they had decided to address that, but they didn’t. it’s more nuance that FMAB has in its characters that makes me prefer it over ATLA.

ATLA’s real-life parallel is easier to swallow though, and I don’t mean that as an insult. you could argue that FMAB’s message got a little too cluttered in its fantasy; to the casual viewer it might be easier for them to say “well Father did all that shit, so it was the homunculi’s fault, and the good guys beat them, so I don’t have to do any soul-searching.” whereas in ATLA, Ozai the warmongering conquerer, who celebrated genocide and attempted to commit it himself, was always the villain.

I hope I answered your question, normally I’d write more but I’m feeling a little braindead today and I’ve waited long enough to respond. I’d pick FMAB just because I like the grittiness and appreciate that this show didn’t hold back, and it respected its audience to come to their own conclusions, but that’s also partly because of the rating. FMAB had the room to work with, ATLA had to keep it all digestable for children.

(that said, I think it’s important that children have this representation of a difficult subject that’s available to them; it’d be hypocritical for me to criticize it for being for kids, I mean, I grew up with the show lol.)

#megan talks about fma #megan talks about avatar #Anonymous #askbox

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they-handed-me-the-moon · 5 years

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Okay I’m gonna do the thing and just get my complaints with the show out, if you’re not interested in reading criticisms (half of which are just being attached to the way things were in the book) please ignore this, I’m going to say all sorts of nice things in a minute. Also please don’t rb this one. If we’ve talked before feel free to comment or disagree, if we haven’t please don’t just this once—I’m usually happy to have people jump off things, but I just got back and I’m not in the mood to start any Discussions just now. Cool thanks!

1. I’m not saying that the show going in for more angst and making some of the central characters more insecure and making Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship more tenuous and uncertain was *objectively* the wrong choice. I mean I could argue that it was but ultimately it’s probably more just different than right or wrong. But it did make me realize how much I had appreciated having a fandom that was built around material that for all its angst potential (which I also enjoyed) was so fundamentally cozy.

2. Yes I am of course going to take issue with Anathema and Newt. For the record I found Newt notably more likable in the show than the book, even if watching Anathema have sex with a guy she had shown no interest in just because a book told her to was even more uncomfortable than reading it. And there was more of a sense of mutuality in the show—partly because of Adria Arjona playing Anathema as genuinely liking and being charmed by Newt at times, and partly because Newt actually does offer her emotional support and contributes to decision-making at several points instead of only with the “do you want to be a descendent for the rest of your life” line at the end. And that’s nice—mutuality in a relationship is important! The lack of it is one of my biggest issues with their relationship in the book! What really gets to me here is that they got to that mutuality not through strengthening Newt’s character but by weakening Anathema’s—by making her more uncertain and insecure so that Newt could sweep in to support her. And look—obviously there’s nothing wrong with female characters having insecurities and needing support, like everyone does. But we’ve got an awful shortage of weird-looking female characters who swagger around with breadknives and bucketloads of well-earned confidence and decide to try and stop the apocalypse without being told because it’s worth a shot, and the fact that they seem to have undercut her confidence and independence specifically so that she would have to lean on the sub-par dude she’s saddled with as a love-interest reeeally rubs me the wrong way. (Shoutout to my brother for pinpointing this before I was able figure out exactly what was bothering me).

3. Okay and while I’m on the topic of Anathema, the way they played up the whole ‘professional descendent’ thing? Hmmmm, not a fan. I think I kinda get why they did it, (it makes her fit more neatly into the ‘people breaking out of their prescribed roles’ theme), but they make it into a sort of ‘chosen one’ storyline where she was ‘fated’ to help stop the end of the world, which is fine, I guess? But to me one of the central appeals of the book is a motley crew motivated not by duty or predestination but instead by love of the earth and plain old selfish, stubborn attachment to the lives they had built there going ‘okay realistically there is no way we, of all people, can keep the world from ending, but I guess we’re just gonna try anyway!!!’ Making Anathema some sort of prophesied savior sort of removed her from that narrative, and reduced the strength of that narrative thread overall.

4. Oh and I think I’m in the minority here but I also did not enjoy the kids getting stabby with the horsepeople. There were some great elements to the scene for sure, but that just didn’t feel good to me. The children felt a little more ... protected from enacting that kind of violence in the book, and while there could be legitimate reason for changing it, on a thematic level it also took attention away from the whole ‘power of human belief’ thing, so it felt unnecessary and weaker as well as harsher.

5. I’m not ... actually particularly bothered by any of the changes to Aziraphale? I mean don’t get me wrong I do miss him being a much more overt bastard who is comfortable in his own skin, who collects blasphemous Bibles and is rude to customers and still walks around with his sanctimonious Holier Than Thou convictions because he is THE WORST. But tv Aziraphale is still a proper bastard, even if you’ve got to pay attention a bit more to see it, and I do rather like the way his softness is in itself framed as a rebellion against Heaven. So yeah, I think the changes they made worked and were compelling, and I don’t really have comprehensive complaints about his character. HOWEVER I did not like him indirectly killing the executioner. Having a scene where he indirectly but intentionally causes a death was a good idea in concept, but to my mind it was the wrong circumstances, wrong target, and wrong tone for the scene. Still, it doesn’t bother me that much because it just felt SO off that it feels kinda laughable and my mind just cheerily decided that the filmmakers were misinformed and that did not actually happen.

6. Crowley’s changes I’m having a bit of a harder time reconciling myself to, although I’m having a bit of a hard time pinpointing why? Some of the changes are of the ‘I don’t prefer the change but that’s more personal preference and attachment to my initial vision of the character than critique’ variety, like the ways in which his fear manifests less as anxiety and more as anger in the show. But if I had one central complaint (and this might sound weird at first) I think it would be the way that his world is reduced to Aziraphale. And okay, let me explain—I’m not complaining that their relationship was more emphasized in the show, which I actually loved, and also this is probably a bit hypocritical coming from me when 80% of my posts are about their relationship. The thing is, I find romances more interesting and compelling and moving when both parties have defined personalities and interests and attachments and character arcs outside of one another. And Aziraphale did have that—arguably he has a more defined and complete arc than in the book, in fact. And Crowley definitely has a defined personality. But besides the Bently, what does he love? What are his interests? How does he feel about humanity and the earth? Why does he prefer the earth to hell beyond ‘hell sucks’? How does he feel about his fellow demons? Why does he want to save the earth? Does he care about saving the earth, or is it really only about saving and being with Aziraphale? Idk, I’m exaggerating a bit here, and certain answers to these questions can definitely be inferred. But I miss the Crowley who loves humanity in all its mess, who finds in it an alternative to the restrictive roles demanded by heaven and hell alike, and who has his own arc of going from knowing that he is harming humanity but not doing anything about it, to facing Satan with a tire iron because Aziraphale convinces him to face up to the harm he has caused and do something about it, even if the odds are impossible.

7. I cannot BELIEVE they took out Tim.

8. And I’m running out of steam here so I’m not fully going into it, but it did feel like the show lost a bit of its sense of the earth in all its disastrous glory. I mean, there are plenty of stories that compare Heaven and Hell, but part of what set Good Omens apart for me was the particular way it triangulates Heaven vs Hell vs earth. I haven’t read enough similar fiction to know if it does this in an especially complex or unique way, but what comes of it is this gloriously defiant optimism. The show goes further into Heaven vs Hell (which I enjoyed) but it felt to me as if the earth was a little (although certainly not entirely) lost in the mix.

9. Also definitely not a fan on how hard Crowley pushes for child murder as long as he’s not the one doing it, but so far as I’ve seen the fandom has chosen to collectively forget those lines in favor of ‘you can’t kill kids,’ ‘I’m not personally up for killing kids,’ and THE LULLABY, so I’m the end those lines aren’t anything like the disaster they could have been. Good going, folks.

10. There are of course big-picture things like racism and sexism and homophobia that are. there in varying degrees. Not necessarily more than average, though that’s an even more depressing sentence. But for some of those things I’m not the best person to dissect them, and for the rest I’m tired and I don’t wanna.

11. In conclusion I have a pithy line that encapsulates what I’m having a hard time adjusting to in the show, but I’m pretty sure the first clause would annoy one half of the fandom, and the second clause would annoy the other half, so I’m gonna to cut my losses and shut up now.

#don't rb #if people start reblogging this i will just delete it #also this is very long i don't actually expect people to read this #i'm just exorcising my annoyances all at once #because talking about them day-to-day makes me anxious

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stephantom · 6 years

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I’m a few episodes into Black Sails, and I want to say a couple things:

“My name is John Silver, and I happen to be a very good cook.” I knew going in that it was a Treasure Island fanfic, in part, but I kept forgetting. But this moment and delivery was perfectly Long John Silver. And overall, I feel the execution of the character feels like a really good blend of the character as we see him in Treasure Island, and some satisfying extrapolation. It makes sense that this guy can later see young Jim Hawkins and tell him, “You remind me of myself when I was young” with a tiny hint of truth. Because he is a wide-eyed adventurer in over his head, even if a self-serving and cunning one.

Good music, costumes, sets.

I love that, having recently played through Assassin’s Creed: Black Flag, all the Nassau sets feel extremely familiar. (lol really, I feel like I’ve practically been there. and I just want to do parkour in the background of all these scenes.)

Familiar faces too: Jack Rackham, Anne Bonnie, Charles Vane. Different from AC4:BF’s interpretation, of course, but still familiar-feeling. Especially Rackham, I think.

Vane seems the most different between these adaptations. I remember not liking him in AC4:BF, but without much conviction. BS Vane is more viscerally unlikable (and partly because I have a suspicion that they’re going to try to make him sympathetic--and the combined effect of him repeatedly hitting women, and him having this ridiculously chiseled porn-star look, makes that thought kind of repulsive (I know I’m being a bit of a hypocrite here because people have said similar things about being repulsed by any hint of sympathy for William in the writing of Westworld and I get annoyed by that, but, I feel how I feel is all. (But it’s different because William doesn’t think any of it is reeeeal--ok, sorry, not going down that rabbit hole in this post.))

Ok, look, maybe I just resent characters with too-perfect-for-the-story-and-setting bodies in tv in general, lol. Why would these people be this fucking ripped? And hairless? lol And oiled? Like, I know they do physical labor, but physical labor required for a job doesn’t give you a fucking six-pack and v-cut. (Billy is guilty of this too, but I’ll get to him.)

Somewhat related, I want to say: something I am not digging so far is the love scenes. Damnit, you can’t introduce characters and/or character relationships with love scenes that seem to just say, “Aren’t we a ridiculously sexy cast?”, before people even have a chance to feel at all invested in them as characters. Like, I’m not against porn, but it just feels like such a cheap move? It could be so much more effective if they trusted in the story a little more from the beginning? (This is nothing new in tv the past few years, and it feels like the show just following trends, but you could say that about a lot of shows that have merit, so. Idk.)

Max Did Nothing Wrong and I am really upset by everything she is going through, what the fuck. Like, Silver and Eleanor are both very likable but the fact that they are both equally if not more culpable for Max’s “crimes” and yet neither of them has had to face any consequences like her (while she’s essentially been punished, brutally, by BOTH sides) makes me less inclined to like them.

Billy reminds me of Rowdy a little bit, so that’s nice. (Almost-awkwardly-tall blond 20-something or a young 30-something, extremely earnest and hardworking, and super conflicted about his shitty, paternalistically secretive boss*...)

*And yeah, I don’t have much patience for Flint the Gentleman Pirate Who Has To Put Up With This Rabble so far, and the show sure seems to want me to fall in love with him, and I’m a little resentful of that, but also: I guess it could happen. We’ll see what they do with him. I am weak for character development, whatever.

I’m being a little harsh on it, but I could be harsher on other shows which I’ve actually loved. I am actually enjoying it so far and will keep watching. I have just finished episode 4. Getting hooked within the next few episodes feels likely.

#black sails #long post #text post #meta for ts #delete later for ts i won't delete it i think but maybe someone has blacklisted that tag lol #i don't really have another 'me rambling about shit' tag i use consistently #ac4 black flag #tv

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redemptions · 6 years

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blessed

➸ relationship: jackson x reader

➸ genre: fluff, soulmate au

➸ length: 1795

➸ summary: jackson meets his soulmate at a concert. based on prompt by anon.

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Jackson received his mark when he was six – old enough to remember the day, the burning feeling as it seared into his flesh and he thought for some long terrifying moments that he was going to die, but young enough to not really know what it meant. His parents had soothed him through it with kisses and soft hands and gentle promises that it would all be okay. Even when he had presented his arm, still hurting, with a long frown and watery eyes, they had only beamed at him. His mother had traced the outline of the mark and called it his blessing.

As he got older, he understood why it was called that. Those who were touched seemed just that much brighter, smiled wider, save in the knowledge that somewhere out there, they had someone. There were those without, that never would receive a mark, that seemed harsher, tighter, saw life as them against the world because no one was ever destined to be at their sides – sometimes they would come to accept and find love just as beautiful and powerful as any fated one; others would retreat deeper and deeper into themselves until they were impossible to save from their own darkness. Perhaps most heartbreakingly, there were those who had marks and lost them before they’d even had the chance to meet, leaving them lost and aching and grieving for someone they would never know.

It was a fear of his, Jackson would admit, to one day wake up to the scarred flesh where something so precious had once been. Thankfully, it had never happened. Every morning, he would put his fingers to the sensitive flesh and feel the thrum of life between them.

And still, he never found his mark upon anyone else. He looked, of course, he did. He saw he spent more times looking at people’s arms than their faces growing up. It felt as if the mark on his arm was a subject of urgency. This irrational fear was always there, pushing its way to the forefront of his mind, making him believe that if he didn’t find his match soon, he never would.

It was partly age and partly his mother’s gentle words that calmed the worries. ‘You have a lifetime to find them,’ she reminded him, ‘the world decided you’ll be together. The world will decide when you meet. There is no sense is worrying yourself about something that will happen.’

Maybe it was that urging that what will be, will be is what made him make the jump to Korea, to become a trainee and sign up with JYP. He worked hard, he pushed himself further than he ever thought he’d be able to reach, and he began to better himself for himself. The universe deemed him worthy of who shared his mark, just as the universe had deemed them worthy of him, so while it remained in his skin, he would trust the world to do what was fated.

Still, it became a symbol of strength. Before a show, before a meeting, Jackson would press his fingers into the mark in his underarm and feel it pulse with life. He’d close his eyes and count to five, feel those beats on his fingertips, before his hand would slip away and he’d stand up, tall and confident and ready to face the rest of humanity.

Today’s performance was no different.

‘5 minutes,’ they were warned by the coordinator.

They murmured in response and movements picked up in speed as they readied themselves. Jackson did as he always did – he touched his mark for good luck and jerked when it stung him. Panic flared. He twisted his arm, pulled the skin taut so that he could get a better look, for the moment completely consumed by that childhood fear that this was the end, that the pain would flare in his arm, in his chest because it meant –

But no. The mark was still there, just as bright as ever. He closed his eyes briefly, breathed into the count of three and out to the count of four. It’s fine. Everything is fine. But that pulsing feeling was still there, and when he brushed his fingers across the underside of the mark, it was as if it were reaching out to him. What was happening?

He didn’t really have time to consider it further. The show’s coordinator was joined by their manager, urging them onto their feet and into position. Jaebum slapped him on the back as he passed, and Jackson was on his feet, bowing to those behind the scene as he and his band members backed away from the dressing room.

They had a show to do, after all.

High up on stage, music pounding in his ears, lights blinding the world beyond the first few lines of the audience, and still he saw you.

It was as if you glowed - was that the right word? No, you didn’t glow. You shined, a point of focus even brighter than the stage lights that glimmered in the sea of faces and glowsticks. His throat was dry, his mind momentarily lost on you. He was lucky he managed to keep to the choreography at all, and he nearly missed his own entrance.

He tried to focus is attention entirely on the words, on the steps, on making this the best show yet.

His mark was throbbing now.

He performed as best he could with his distracted mind, with the strange thudding in his chest that was more than just adrenaline. And yet, his eyes kept drifting to the beacon in the audience.

And when the show was over, when the crowd had cheered loudly to express their love, when Bambam had slung his arm over Jackson’s shoulder and drawn him closer to them all with affection, Jackson couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d ever find the warmth that you provided him in those few moment again.

It terrified him that he might not.

‘What’s up with you?’ Yugyeom wondered, eying his friend closely over the top of his water bottle.

‘I...’ Jackson started. He stopped and considered his next works because how did he know? Was this what it felt like? He gulped at the water. ‘I think I found my soulmate.’

The room went quiet and wide-eyed, startled by the sudden admittance. The words seemed heavier then, and the full weight of what it meant hit Jackson dead in the chest.

‘Fuck,’ he cursed. ‘Fuck. I think I found my soulmate. I-’

Jinyoung’s hand squeezed his shoulder, making the hysterical spluttering of words stop.

When Mark spoke, it was so controlled and reassuring that Jackson found himself desperately trying to replicate that feeling in himself. ‘When?’

‘They were in the audience,’ Jackson answered quietly. ‘I just - I saw them and just...’ his hand touched his mark and it pulsed more strongly than ever. He closed his eyes briefly and breathed through his nose, taking comfort in that feeling.

‘How could you tell?’ Bambam wondered, his voice tinged with awe.

Jaebum hummed. ‘You can always tell.’

‘What are you going to do?’ Youngjae questioned.

‘I don’t know,’ Jackson pressed his lips together into a straight line, eyebrows furrowing.

Their manager knocked and informed them that the meet and greet stage was ready. Jaebum stood up and stretched, before making eye contact with Jackson. ‘You’re going to do the meet and greet,’ Jaebum told him firmly, ‘And then, when that’s over, we’ll tell manager-nim and we’ll find your soulmate.’

He was so certain, so confident, and Jackson caught the others nodding their agreement to the plan. It flooded Jackson with warmth and love and affection. They were family and they would always act that way.

He blinked rapidly to keep back tears.

‘Thanks,’ he muttered wetly.

Jinyoung pinched his cheek. ‘Don’t cry. You’ll make me cry. And then Youngjae will cry. It’ll be a mess.’

Youngjae squawked in offense but didn’t deny anything. Jackson snorted in amusement, rubbed a hand over his face and then stood up, determined and as ready as he could be.

Meet and Greets, Jackson would say, are some of the most fun he has. He stands with his friends, his family. They sing, they tease and joke and play. They get to speak with their fans, and when their day to day lives so isolated and thinking about fans in the abstract, it was something else to finally come face to face.

Despite where his mind was wandering to, he found it easier and easier to smile genuinely and laugh boisterously. He could almost say he had forgotten until -

The mark thrummed.

Jackson shivered, reaching out to grasp at his underarm. The fan before him frowned in concern and asked, ‘Are you okay?’

‘I’m fine, I promise,’ he bowed his head slightly in thank you for her concern. The angle had him turning his head slightly and then he saw you.

The room was brighter than the arena had been, but you didn’t glow any less like you were being followed by an overhead light or touched by a sun’s ray. His breath caught in his throat, and his fingers flexed around his mark.

He watched as your smile tightened in the corners and reached for your arm, fingers rubbing at the underside and -

‘You,’ he breathed out, louder than he expected, because people stilled, turned to look.

You looked, eyes widened in surprise. Your gaze slid over him and lingered on his hand, still holding his mark, a mirror image of yourself.

‘Oh...’ you gasped, and at that moment, Jackson thought you really saw him. He wondered what he looked like to you. He hoped, whatever it was, that it was good. His heart thudded in his chest, the sound far too loud in his ears.

‘You,’ you echoed, and he grinned widely, completely amazed.

There is a picture of the two of you that is shared online after the event. He has reached out to touch your mark, and you’re watching with an awed expression and red tipped ears.

JACKSON FINDS SOULMATE is the headline and the world seemed to explode in reaction. There was speculation and support, the good and the bad, the arguments of what was appropriate now.

Jackson shared the image with the comment: ‘I’ve been waiting for you for 22 years and I am #blessed.’

An hour later, Yugyeom posted a video of Jackson grinning into his phone with the caption: ‘He is been mushy and it is frankly adorable. Come and get your man.’

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musingsofaperpetualdaydreamer · 6 years

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I really related to a part of a post where @quilavastudy half jokingly said she couldn’t wait to turn 24 to get the yearly ‘you’re past your sell-by date!’comment and it got me thinking. The fact that people feel able to make comments like that about young women and as unpleasant and ridiculous as it is, for it to not be unexpected really says a lot. I recently turned 23 and one of my relatives was basically like it’s really past time they or I found myself a husband and settled down because I was ‘expiring’, ‘losing my value’ and my biological clock was fast ticking away and people would start to question what was wrong with me and soon guys wouldn’t want to marry me anymore and all the ‘good ones’ would be all gone and not only would I be more or less forever doomed if I wasn’t married by 25 but it also would be shameful in a way and apparently I’m actively damaging the prospects of my younger siblings as time goes on lalala. It’s something I’ve been increasingly hearing these past few years from more and more people I know and not just from those I’d sort of expect it from.

A part of me has just sort of laughed off the whole becoming a spinster thing and felt that it was just all rather ridiculous and sexist; my male cousins that are around my age don’t get given that sort of speech and the message they get is that they’re young lads, that have so much left to learn and explore about life and they’re encouraged to focus on getting their careers because there’s plenty of time to for marriage yet. But now a small part of me worries what if they aren’t being so ridiculous?

People my age are married and/or have kids and run their own households on top of everything, so it’s no longer a case of I’m too young for all of that. Being single doesn’t really bother me in a way, it gives me more time to work on myself and put more of my focus into other areas of my life and I have friends and things to do that keep me busy, so it hasn’t felt like there was this massive hole in my life. It isn’t that I don’t want to be in a relationship, if I met the right person then cool beans but it’s just something i’ve never really actively pursued. I like being independent and free to do my own thing, not that you can’t do that in a relationship or still balance you career and other relationships in your life, but I’ve always told myself that everyone’s complete just as they are and that being with someone should be them being a positive addition to your life not a means of ‘feeling complete’. Admittedly sometimes I overthink things a lot sometimes and I have my own reservations and fears about being in a serious relationship so I guess also partly I have sort of avoided the whole concept a little and been like I need more time to get myself and my life together and I’m more comfortable and feel more ready that’s when I’ll start figuring that all out. But I worry now am I being too cautious about it all and I’m leaving it too late. Should I be more proactive? I mean putting yourself out there can be a really scary thing to do. What if I blink and I’m suddenly like 60 and have like 10 cats and I’m alone and bitter, miserable and full of regret that I hadn’t tried hard enough when I was still had a ‘teeny window of opportunity’. What if I try and it never works out for me? *here’s where I usually descend into the paranoid cycle of what ifs.

For the most part I think nah this is all silly and of course it’s ridiculous but it makes me so mad that that teeny bit of doubt that once was seemingly insignificant has been growing and getting to me a little. It just feels so unfair that women get subjected to all these pressures and sexist comments and it’s just portrayed as a normal thing that we’re just meant to accept and deal with. A woman’s so called ‘value’ shouldn’t be based on whether guys find them attractive or if they conform to the societal beauty standard and perfectly fit a mould of how and what they should be or their reproductive ability. Not all women are the same and we might want different things and that’s okay, or at least it should be.

When I said that they guys in my family are encouraged to focus on building their careers, it isn’t it to say that the girls aren’t encouraged get a good education and get a good job or that guys have no issues to face whatsoever, I just think it’s done a little differently and in the end it’s not valued the same way. I don’t think it’s something that just happens in my family either.

If you’re a woman with a successful career that you’ve worked really hard for and that you’re passionate about, but you’re not married and don’t have kids by a certain age, then you’re pitied and your achievements become overshadowed by that or you’re perceived to be this evil cold hearted defective miserable person that’s only motivated by money and power. Never mind if you were happy as you were or you didn’t want to have kids or you’re actually a nice kind person, if you don’t fit the mould then you become painted as a monster.

But say a woman did want to have kids and she had a successful career, from a young age it’s drilled in that the woman is expected to be the one to put her career aside or make the relevant sacrifices and be responsible for raising that child and men are free to chase whatever career they want because everything at home will be automatically taken care of for them. When people say that certain job fields are male dominated and that’s just because women choose not to go into them, it ignores many of the complex interacting factors that play into that. There’s girls that I’ve known that have said that they really want to be a surgeon for example, but they’re worried or don’t think they can do that, not because they wouldn’t have the qualifications for it or have the drive and commitment for it, but because they have to prioritise that one day they’d like to become mothers. And it isn’t just in the STEM field, it’s many different job fields, when women choose a career to pursue they also have to think if I want children I need a job with certain hours or that would allow me to take a certain amount of time off, so they’re discouraged from making certain choices, and just settle feeling that it’s them that’s going to make the compromise in the end. Why would it be unfair or wrong to ask the guy to make that choice or compromise instead? This is what I meant about your aspirations and careers not being valued the same.

But it gets better. Trying to navigate finding a work/family balance is hard enough as it is but it seems as though there isn’t really a way to win. If you return to work ‘too soon’ perhaps because you felt ready to return or maybe you couldn’t afford the childcare, you’re made to feel guilty for somehow being a bad mother and not caring about your child. Even if you are able afford childcare or have an arrangement in place, again you’re made to feel guilty and selfish for having someone else look after and help raise your child and that you’ve neglected them. Men aren’t made to feel like that, so long as they’re there for the big things and are around for a few hours a day and the weekends perhaps, they’re dandy. I’m not saying every father is the same, some are a lot more hands on and nurturing than others, it’s they just don’t seem to be held under the same expectations or to the same standards. Instead of finding ways to encourage women and support them and help make things like childcare be more accessible the people still focus on finding fault in every little thing they do and attacking them.

Why is it that jobs some jobs that are dominated by women are diminished and get branded as soft easy jobs as if they don’t require hard work? Even when women sacrifice their career in order to stay at home and put in all the effort of raising their child and looking after everything at home, it’s like meh big deal that’s your job, it’s what you’re meant to do, it’s so easy. I don’t have any kids but if you’ve ever babysat a small child or a baby and even if it’s only for a few hours you realise it’s way harder than it looks. Yeah there are also stay at home dad’s but look how that goes, they’re either made to feel emasculated for looking after their own child and that somehow what they’re doing is wrong. But in general the bar of what men have to do in order to be a good parent is so much lower than that of women do and they can get so much praise and made out like dad of the year for doing something that is a pretty basic part of their role as parent that the mother wouldn’t ever get the same level of appreciation for.

People also take the view that a lot of the time women are paid less because they simply don’t negotiate or ask for a raise. First and foremost the way girls and boys are raised, even in a modern westernised society is still different. Girls are taught to stop being outspoken and to be polite and not to be so pushy about what they want because then they’re being bossy, rude, or not ladylike and or a diva. They’re bombarded by language that portrays them as inferior and they grow up hearing things like you __________ like a girl or that they’re pretty good at something for a girl. People are a lot harsher on correcting girls and their behaviour and they’re forced to grow up a lot faster. On the other hand, boys are afforded a lot of excuses and things get brushed aside and girls learn to accept that they don’t have the same privileges when it comes to certain things because ‘boys will be boys’ it’s how they are and they’re allegedly just wired to do or be better at somethings and you just have to figure out a way to work around that. Girls learn to compromise from an early age and boys learn they will be compromised for. The confidence of little girl’s gets chipped away over time while the egos of boys are allowed to flourish and grow. Even when you grow up, the same mindsets and patterns of behaviour that have become engrained over time continue and it isn’t that women don’t think they deserve to be paid more, or they don’t want to ask for it, they have voices and opinions or that they’re any less able to speak up, they’ve just been taught to believe that either they won’t be listened to or they fear they’ll be branded as being too demanding and so they do the thing that they’ve learned is ‘safe’ over the years and they compromise and settle. Nature plays it’s part in who we grow up to be, but how we’re raised and the environment that we grow up in also has a significant impact.

This turned out super long and rambly and there’s so much more to all of this that you could get into and so many other factors that are work but sadly the patriarchy is still alive and well. Yes we’ve come a long way and yes in countries like the UK women have more rights than those in the other countries but that isn’t to say that we still don’t have some ways to go and that change still isn’t needed. It won’t be overnight and won’t be easy but it can be done if we work together for it.

#women #relationships #sexism #rambles #l really need to learn how to be concise haha

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Safe at Last (Part 6):

Here it is guys! the last section of this fan fiction! It’s been a great ride with y’all! Let me know your reactions to the twist and if any one has tried to mimic this scene before!

Since it’s my last time posting this fic, I’ll tag everyone from Part 5 at the end. But really quick SHOUT OUT to @theassassinsbooks I am SO sorry I didn’t post yesterday! Life got in the way and I was so upset because you were dying to read it lol.

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The silk sheets envelope me in a silent embrace as I snuggle further into the warm bed. Relishing the crispness of the sheets and the soft glow of the early morning light. I sigh contentedly, stretching out my arms until they bump into warm skin and I almost pull back in alarm until I catch the familiar smoldering scent of smoke and citrus.

A quiet smile overtakes my features as I wrap my arms around his broad torso and entangle my legs with his. Content to spend the rest of my days safe in his arms and with my head burrowed into the crook his neck. He responds by looping his arms around my thin frame and hugging me to him, his warm breath ruffling loose strands of my hair.

For a while we remain in that blissful silence, relishing the sensations of our bodies back in each other’s embraces.

That is…until Rhysand decided it was time to get up.

His fingers move from their position on my lower back and make their way towards my side, his fingers drawing out lazy circles as he stirs my sensitive nerves. I mumble into his chest something to the effect of “stop it” and swat his hands away as I try to physically meld myself to his body.

His only response is a soft chuckle before he continues the same damn thing on my back, this time allowing the broad expanse of his hand to slip up underneath my nightgown and continue the same motions down my spine. I only hum comfortably at the free massage which he takes as permission to cup my backside and guide my leg over his hip, pressing our bodies flush against each other as he leaves a delicious trail of kisses down the slope of my neck. He nudges the thin strap of my nightgown with his lips, exposing the tender flesh of my shoulder that has me leaning into his touch.

“Feyre darling…” He whispers into the crook of my neck, the soft caress his breath sending a spark of electricity down my spine. And cauldron damn me if that didn’t catch my attention.

I finally muster the strength to peek at my mate, his beautiful violet eyes the first thing I see as his wings shelter me from the sun’s harsher rays.

“Yes.” I whisper. Enjoying this little game between us.

His lips only pull into a gorgeous smile as he drags me into his arms and smothers me with playful kisses. I giggle stupidly against him as his head ducks to place quick kisses across my collar bone and down towards my cleavage, his warm breath drifting down the front of my nightgown.

My flesh is already growing hot as I cup his face and press his lips to mine. Deepening the kiss as his tongue explores my mouth and entices me to a dance of tongue and teeth and roaming hands that only make me want to combust.

I can’t stop the pitiful moan that escapes my lips as he nibbles the soft flesh of my ears and slowly grazes the column of my throat with his canines. Meticulously drawing out this delicious torture. My fingers dig into his hair as he soothes the sensitive flesh along my neck with a slow swipe of his tongue. In the midst of this pleasurable haze, I spy his large wings hovering over us and a wicked smile overtakes my features. Silently, I slip one hand from his hair and allow my finger nail to oh-so slowly drag across the sensitive membrane.

It’s like a trigger.

He jolts in surprise, forgetting all too quickly his plans with me and emits a low groan. And Cauldron be damned if that didn’t turn me on.

“Look who’s sensitive now.” I whisper against his ear and he shudders as I press my heated palm in the center of his right wing. “What would I give to hear you groan one more time for me.” I taunt and he responds with a restrained smile as he tries to not pin me to the bed.

“Are you done teasing me?” He growls.

“Not quite. I want to try something first.”

The second those words left those sensuous lips, I knew I was done for. There would be no saving me as she got on her knees and approached me. Sinking slightly in the bed as she coaxed my wings to their full length.

My body is a trembling mess of anxiety and hormones as she studies the silky membrane, those gray eyes ever so calculating before they land on me and for a quick moment she simply stares, mouth slightly parted as if she has never seen me before.

“You look beautiful.” She whispers and I can’t keep a smug grin off my face.

“I’ve been told.”

“No…but with the sun behind you…” She doesn’t finish and I catch my reflection in those soulful eyes. The sun’s delicate rays breaking apart around my wings and casting a soft glow as if I were encased in an ethereal halo.

Her eyes are the brightest blue as she leans forward again, this time pressing those gods-damned lips against my wing and I almost unleash the beast rumbling inside. My hands are claws as I pull at every ounce of restrain and then, as if to torture me even more, I feel the soft brush of her tongue. My pupils dilate within seconds and I can’t even formulate words to make her stop.

With a quick shove, I barrel the intense sensations down the bond and she yelps as I overwhelm her with the gods-damned sensation of those lips. She’s a lustful mess as I grip her in my arms, trying to carry her though our pleasure as my lips seek hers and bury my moan in her mouth, praying to the cauldron that Cassian doesn’t hear me. I would never hear the end of it.

She lets out a sweet sigh, my name her only speech as her eyes continue to dilate. Despite my own ineptitude at the moment, I manage to hold her in my arms until we collapse in an exhaustive heap on the bed. Still recovering from the intense pleasure.

“You weren’t kidding about that.” She whispers and I only give her a rueful glare.

I spent the next few weeks alternating between resting and reuniting with my inner circle. Mor was a constant whirlwind of activity while Amren invited me to spend the afternoon with her in her rooms where we spent those few hours in blissful camaraderie. Cassian was full of his usual taunts and constant mentioning of Rhys needing a good lay. Which I of course, offered gladly in private but was always turned down with Rhy’s imperative “no.” Partly as a result of our first morning together and the chain of events after that.

“But why not?” I pout in bed as Rhys continues to dress despite my numerous attempts to seduce him, including today where I had dressed in a sheer midnight nightgown and had slyly revealed the lacy garter encircling my upper thigh…

“Because you almost died two weeks ago after being poisoned by the High Lord of Spring and almost completely depleted of all your powers. That’s why.” He responded matter of factly.

“What does that have to do with anything!” I whine. “I’m fine now.” I assure him as I approach his still dressing form. He had only turned around and crushed me to his chest, pressing tender kisses to the top of my head.

“Because I want you to fully heal and I want to make sure you’re safe.” He had murmured and I had stopped bugging him after that.

Meanwhile Azriel, as always, was reserved but I could gauge his relief at finding me safe. Elain and Nesta, on the other hand, were an entirely other matter. Sweet Elain had practically flown into my arms and cried onto my shoulder. Blubbering on and on about how happy she was that I had been found on time and that everyone has been so kind to Nesta and her. While Nesta had only given me a cold greeting at breakfast that first day before disappearing somewhere in the house of wind.

“Don’t take it to heart. She feels ashamed of her past treatment with you. She doesn’t know how to swallow her pride and come to you. But she will.” Rhys had whispered into my ear and I had nodded, if not a bit sullenly.

Now I was seated in Rhysand’s office, lounging rather un-ladylike on one of his office chairs as he focuses on some documents with a drink in his hand. After a few minutes of silence he downs his drink and turns to face me. Eyes wary as he sets down his glass and pulls me onto his lap, nuzzling my hair and breathing in my scent.

“I’ve been waiting for you to recover before I would ask you this.” He murmurs and I shift to face him. Eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment as I try to glean any meaning from his mind, which he quickly closes off. He takes a steadying breath before continuing; “I want to introduce you to your court Feyre. As High Lady of the Night Court.”

I grow still in his arms, processing everything he’s telling me . “As of now, only the inner circle knows about your status and I want you take your place beside me…as my queen.” My heart nearly jolts to a stop at those words. My queen.

“It doesn’t have to be now it can be—“

“Yes.” I whisper. So subtly that for a moment I fear he might not have heard me. “Yes…I want to be introduced…I want everyone to know…” I lean forward and cup his cheek, staring into those midnight eyes “that the High Lord of the Night Court is my king and that he is my mate.” I breathe and he lets out a quiet sigh as he burrows his face into the crook of my neck. Our tears sinking into the thin fabric of our tunics as we held onto all that we had ever hoped to want.

It can be said that he finally relented to my advances that night.

We had decided to hold the coronation the following week and I had decided to leave Cerridwen and Nuala in charge of dressing their first High Lady as I prepared her entrance in the throne room back at the Hewn City.

The week had passed in a flurry of excitement as the inner circle helped prepare for their High Lady’s coronation. Mor and -surprisingly- Amren volunteered to help Feyre design a dress which I was not allowed to see. Cassian and Azriel had pledged their loyalty in the case of an uproar in the Court of Nightmares.

Now, seated on my throne in the Court of Nightmares, my nerves are getting the best of me as I try to play the cool nonchalance required of me in front the intimidating crowd. They would not be pleased, seeing as her last visit required her to dress in next to nothing and sit on my lap as a pretty pet. Hopefully, if all went well, I would introduce Feyre to Velaris tomorrow.

I almost jolt from my chair when the courtiers announce her arrival. They simply call her “Mistress Feyre” still unaware of the bombshell I’m about to drop. I rise from my chair but nearly fall back in my seat as Feyre appears behind the massive doorway dressed in midnight glittering silk, a regal cape pinned to her shoulders giving the impression of an ominous trail of darkness. Her beautiful golden locks are pinned behind her fae ears, her head tilted ever so slightly as I walk down the steps of the throne room and grab her hand.

The minute I stepped into the throne room, I feared I would run back the way I came. The eyes of all of Rhy’s subjects were on me, none of them reflecting the genuine kindness and respect that I had grown accustomed to in Velaris.

However I catch sight of Rhysand in all of his ruling glory and suddenly my heart grows still. I take my time to admire the regal cut of his tunic, the glittering simplicity of his crown, and the grace that he used to step down those damn stairs and approach me. All the while his eyes never leaving mine as he takes my hand and proceeds to walk me towards his throne. His throne…

Where only months ago was one throne cut from the harshest obsidian and speckled with thousands of miniature diamonds. Was now two, one slightly slenderer than the other and more curvier in its shape but just as magnificent. I swallow the dryness in my throat and notice the dawning taking over some of the people’s features.

Rhysand turns to face his people at the base of the two thrones and raises our hands in the air. “Today is a day that will be forever marked in the history of Prythian. Today is the day when the Night Court will have a new ruler. A ruler just as competent, graceful, and intelligent as I. She will break all ties to our tradition. She will usher in a new era of peace and prosperity for our people and the people of Prythian.” Rhysand’s voice booms across the cavernous throne room, full of regal superiority and strength.

He leads me up to the base of my throne, where Azriel is standing with a small cushion in his hands, displaying for all to see a delicate version of Rhysand’s crown. It’s silver circlet weaving around its bands like that of a silver vine, intertwining until there is no beginning and no end. I gape and face Rhysand who closes my lips with a soft nudge to my chin and grabs the beautiful crown in his hands and raises it high above him, as all his subjects clamor to gain a better view as he finishes his speech.

“I hereby declare Feyre Archeron, as High Lady of the Night Court and my mate.” He announces as he places his entire court on the top of my head and motions for me to take my seat by his side.

Immediately many of his — our — subjects begin to clap and cheer, with Morrigan one of the loudest and Amren smiling in a dark corner of the room, trying to remain hidden as she gazes proudly on. Cassian stands behind Rhy’s throne while Azriel is stationed behind mine, both grinning from ear to ear.

Rhys leans over to press his lips to mine, whispering against me “What next High Lady?”

And I decided that I would enjoy this title very much.

The End

Author’s Note:

I know it was a little long, but I hope you guys enjoyed it! Did any of you expect the twist? Has anyone else done a similar scene? Anything you liked or didn’t like? I’m all ears! Thank you again and I hope to tag all of you again for a new fan fiction real soon 😘

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