#i’ve never been so unattracted to him omg
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Young!11/River kissing for a bet pls (extra points for featuring Amy and Rory) 💕
Omg Anon I thought this ask was lost to the sands of time but it's still here and if you are too, well, you're in luck!!
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“Tell me you saw that,” said Amy.
“You’ll have to be a bit more specific,” Rory replied. “I’ve seen a lot of things today, and I’m pretty sure I can’t remember half of them.”
“River and the Doctor! They are obviously shagging, right?”
“Do I really have to think about this?” Rory whinged. “I’ve got enough of a headache from all the alien memory erasure.”
“Come on. There’s no way you didn’t notice.”
“I, uh, did get that impression,” he reluctantly admitted. “I’m just not sure he knows it yet.” Amy snorted. “River said something to me, back when this all started. From her point of view, it’s... like he’s slowly forgetting her.”
“That’s horrible,” Amy said softly.
“Yeah. I wanted to say something helpful, you know? She can be a bit scary, but it’s obvious how this hurts her. But I don’t think there’s really anything to be done. Whenever he does work it out, it’ll already be in her past.”
“Poor River,” said Amy. “The Doctor’s a complete moron about this stuff. A big, genius, stupid moron. And even we needed a little shove. If Mels hadn’t said anything, who knows how long it would have taken us—”
The sonic whirred, and the tiny red bulb flashing amongst the instruments on the TARDIS console blinked out. The live feed went silent.
Alone with the humming of the time rotor again, the Doctor slumped over the console.
Well, fine, maybe he was a moron. But it wasn’t as if anything about this was easy. It hadn’t been easy when she died before his eyes, telling him not to dare change one line of their life together that he’d yet to live. It hadn’t been easy trying to keep her from winding her way into his hearts— in fact, he’d failed rather spectacularly on that front, despite his best intentions.
It wasn’t easy to begin, when he’d already seen the end. When he couldn’t change her future because it was already his past. Wasn’t it all set in stone already, then, no matter what he did? So how did it still feel like he was making a complete mess of everything?
Maybe it was past time he started clearing up after them.
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“I won’t lie,” River called as he emerged from the TARDIS, “I was rather hoping you’d be back.” She was sat half-curled on her bunk, her back against the cell wall and her diary open on her lap. “How long has it been? A few decades?”
“Er, about half an hour?”
“Oh.” There was a quiet brittleness to the sound, her initial bravado faltering as she laid down her pen, and the Doctor noticed for the first time the red tinge around her eyes. “Me too,” she said softly.
River Song had never looked so uncertain. The memory of her warmth still tingled on his lips; the blaze of joy that had spilled out of her mind and suffused every place they touched. How quickly and utterly he’d doused that exquisite glow with a thoughtless word. He wouldn’t dare think River fragile, but something was on the verge of breaking here, if he didn’t handle it with the proper care.
No pressure. The Doctor took a deep breath and gripped a bar of her cell, pausing in the still-open doorway. “I was, uh, hoping I could give that another go.” His cheeks felt so hot there was no doubt he’d turned a very unattractive shade of tomato.
“Doctor,” she said, placating, her gaze dropping to her lap as she sat up and valiantly cobbled together a façade of composure, “you don’t have to—”
“I want to.” He forgot how to swallow for a moment, but basically managed not to audibly choke on his own tongue. What was worse than tomato? Molten lava? The distance between them was humiliating. He couldn’t have such a mortifyingly sensitive conversation shouting across a room. Somehow, when he forced his unreliable legs to carry him jerkily over the gulf between them, it was only a couple of steps.
The Doctor sat down on her bed. He made sure not to think about the fact that he was sitting on her bed. River watched him, frozen and wide-eyed.
“River, I— I want this,” he managed to wrench out. You. Us. Even as he made her an offering of his pride, his tongue couldn’t seem to shape the truer words. He desperately hoped she understood. No, no, that wasn’t good enough. He reached out, taking both of her cold hands in his. “River,” he repeated, the word creaking past his lips, raspy and low. A plea and an admission. He was tired, so tired of fighting it. It hadn’t worked, anyway. He was done for. And every time he ran away, he only hurt her more.
He lifted one hand to tuck her spectacular hair behind her ear, and her eyes fluttered ever-so-briefly shut. She still hadn’t moved; she seemed almost afraid to breathe. Miscalculating their relationship like that must have been shockingly painful for her. She’d reached out to touch him and been burned. The urge to reassure her gave him courage enough to speak again, but god knew what was going to come out of his mouth when he did.
“River,” he muttered again, maybe just because he’d always loved the way her name felt on his tongue. He brushed the backs of his fingers feather-light over her face, then his hand slowly lowered, hovering hesitant between them. “Can I…”
“Yes,” she said, though it came out as a breath without sound, and she cleared her throat. “You can touch me.”
Her whispered words sent a startling spike of heat through him, and almost before the Doctor knew it he was kissing her, slowly; scarcely moving but to lean in and cradle her face in his hands. He did his best to take in the little details: the slight friction of her lips sliding soft against his, the stifled whimper she exhaled over his cheek. He pulled back just enough for a shared breath to warm the air between them, for his nose to brush hers, then kissed her again. When he dared to trace over her lower lip with his tongue, she sighed contentedly as her lips parted. Surely it had been this lovely before, too, but the shock had gotten the better of him. Now he felt he could just melt into her; forget everything in the universe but how good it was to finally let himself love her.
She’d been generous with her permission, so he didn’t hesitate to slip an arm around her back and pull her closer. The warm, solid shape of her under his hands, pressed to his chest, was intoxicating. It was baffling. He was a fairly indiscriminate hugger, but he’d always been too terrified to touch River like that— maybe afraid once he started, he’d never stop. And good job he hadn’t, because this was not what it was normally like. This was… bigger. And the more he kissed her; the more he leant over her for a better angle and his palms pressed into her back and she shifted her body beneath him, making a ragged, desperate little noise in her throat; the more he realised this was very quickly becoming something he hadn’t exactly planned on. Of course, he could stop any time. River was following his lead, accepting whatever he offered but making no demands of her own. That didn’t seem fair. She deserved so much better than he’d given her.
“You’re, uh. Sure I can’t convince you to come with me?” he muttered in her ear, and he actually felt her shiver. Mental note of that, check.
“I really shouldn’t…” she whispered, but the ellipsis was audible, hanging in the air between them.
“I’ll have you back before they miss you. And, ah, Amy and Rory have gone to bed.” Not that he was implying they were going to require privacy, or anything— no, actually, maybe that was exactly what he was saying. Thankfully not aloud, although somehow he felt like River knew just what he was thinking anyway.
“Hang on,” she said, squinting off into the near distance with a frown, “I’m just figuring out how weird something is.”
“Um, okay.”
“Mm, decided I don’t care. Let’s go.”
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Sneaking River out of prison (which surely shouldn’t have been so easy to do— what kind of operation were they running, anyway?) and into the darkened TARDIS console room made the Doctor feel, for some reason, positively giddy. (It was also completely unnecessary, because it was his ship, and his companions had gone to bed, and there was also no reason she shouldn’t be there with him just like she had been an hour ago, anyway— except that it all felt very different now.) She was holding his hand, and that was another completely mundane thing he did with friends and acquaintances every day without a second thought, but which suddenly seemed unusually intimate and warm and wonderful when it was River. He couldn’t seem to stop giggling, which might have partly been nerves, and partly the unnecessary sneaking, but was mostly because he was, actually, ridiculously happy.
River kept shushing him, but she was laughing too, which made him laugh more, which made her laugh and shush more and then, in a moment of wildly impulsive bravery, he backed her up against the console and kissed her. That stifled both their giggles, as she let out a long sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck. She really was outrageously, staggeringly, miraculously wonderful. It was nice to just let himself think that for a moment, without five tonnes of weight attached to it; without all the shadows it cast. Instead, just for now, he thought: They really could have been doing this all along? He was definitely a moron.
“...and you really think this is going to work? Challenging him to a bet?”
“Worth a shot. Believe me, he’s a sore loser. That’s how I got him to go to Space Florida.”
“Um, what is that?” River groaned mournfully.
“Ah, probably bumped into Amy’s nanorecorder, it was somewhere on the console,” the Doctor muttered over the dull chatter.
“Could you please shut it off?” she whinged, which seemed a bit out of character, but he obligingly fumbled one-handed over the controls for it in the dim light. He didn’t find anything immediately, but he did crane his head to the side enough that he wound up pressed into River’s neck, and her skin was so very warm and soft under his lips as he breathed her in. The sounds she made in response to that were even more enticing, and he forgot all about whatever it was he’d been looking for, until the echoey chatter came through again, louder:
“Oh, you should’ve seen him the first time I met River. Before that, I sort of thought he was asexual? But, not like a person is— like an amoeba. But then he was trying to be grumpy with her and obviously kept coming up with horny instead.”
River burst into riotous laughter as the Doctor choked on air, searching frantically along the console for the stupid bloody little lightbulb — but then River hopped up onto the console and wrapped her legs around him, beaming at him as she pulled him down for another kiss and, well. A little more humiliation was really a small price to pay.
“Oh, no. Um, retreat. Retreat!” Rory was urgently whispering, but it didn’t sound as faint as it had before.
“What? Is that— oh my god!” Amy shrieked.
Reluctantly, the Doctor pulled back from River, breathless and blushing, and almost immediately locked eyes across the console room with Amy. Who was not talking to Rory in their room, but instead standing beside him in the corridor entrance, looking scandalised and delighted whilst he very deliberately averted his eyes.
“They do not need our help, clearly,” Rory said, trying to tug her away, but Amy whooped and cheered instead of following.
River covered her mouth, shaking with laughter.
The Doctor sighed heavily, mustered up the few remaining crumbs of his dignity, and commanded, “Ponds, out!”
“Right on the console, Doctor, really!” Amy shouted back, grinning wickedly. “Well done, River!”
“Out!” he repeated, a bit more desperately. Amy’s boisterous laughter finally started to fade away down the corridor as he groaned and buried his burning face in River’s shoulder.
“There, there, sweetie,” she said, patting his back sympathetically. “They’ll see worse.”
“That… is really not terribly comforting, River.”
“Yeah. You have no idea.”
#dr fic#11river#doctor/river#yes i wrote YET ANOTHER DOTM fix it#what of it#all my fics recently have been the same i dont care#no im lying i do i need to switch it up asap lol
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temper tantrums + cookies (myg)
Summary- Being a single dad is hard, especially when Yoongi’s daughter decides to throw a tantrum as he shops for groceries.
word count- 2.8k
pairing- dilf!Yoongi x Reader
rating- PG
genre- fluff, strangers2(maybe?)lovers, meetcute
warnings- YOONGI GROCERY SHOPPING, single fatherhood fears and insecurities
a.n- Omg my first fic on this new blog after the whole debacle. Thank you for everyone who followed me and bore with my clown self. I hope you enjoy this! Yes, I’m a simp for when Yoongi went grocery shopping in New Zealand. sigh.
A huge shoutout to @hobisbeautifulass for helping me plot this and @oftenderweapons for helping fix the ending! 💕
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Yoongi groaned as he strained to open his eyes. He could barely stifle a yawn as he leaned on the stroller slowly moving it through the aisle. His phone rested atop of the little tray attached to the handles, buzzing incessantly as messages from his company bombarded the screen. Could he not have some rest even on a Sunday?
He sighed as he stopped in front of the cereals, examining the boxes, trying to decide between his craving for Froot Loops and the healthier choice of Muselli. Knowing that he would be eating said cereal for dinner this whole week, he opted for Museli, missing the days he had enough time to cook a proper meal for himself.
“Daddy! Up!” Hyunji’s lisp pulled him out of his reminiscing as he watched his two year old daughter wriggling around in her seat, arms up to coax him into carrying her. Rubbing his eyes and trying to balance his grocery basket, Yoongi crouched to her level as she impatiently smacked her hands on the foam bar in front of her. He couldn’t help but smile at her - her tiny eyes almost hidden by her rosy chubby cheeks, hair a mess as she had managed to pull one of her pigtails out.
“We’ll be home soon, Ji,” he cooed at the chaotic love of his life, placing his basket on the floor to fix her shoe that had seemed to come undone for the eighth time this morning. However, his placades were lost on her as his daughter used her future swimmer lungs to scream, her shrill voice making him wince, but surprisingly working much better than the two iced coffees he had chugged earlier.
With a groan, Yoongi settled on the floor, trying to dodge her little feet that were kicking at him. He really couldn’t wait till she outgrew her temper tantrums. Reaching into his hoodie pocket, he pulled out a small pack of tissues, trying his best to get rid of the snot and tears that flowed down her face as she angrily fought him, her tiny fists colliding with his forearms.
“Ji, please. Calm down,” Yoongi sighed, trying his best to pacify his screaming daughter, while throwing apologetic glances at the shoppers passing by. “Okay, you want to be like that? Then let it out of your system. Go ahead.”
Resigning himself to his fate, Yoongi sat cross-legged in front of her stroller and rubbed his eyes. He knew Hyunji would calm down soon enough, and with the week he had he didn’t care if passerbys thought he was a terrible father for letting his daughter cry her eyes out in the breakfast aisle. In fact, he didn’t care that he himself was close to tears. He felt overwhelmed and bitter, the words of his mother ringing in his ears. “If only you had worked out your issues, she would be here, and you wouldn’t be alone!”
He laughed deliriously, the weeks of shitty sleep catching up to him as he pleaded with his daughter to calm down, bribing her with candy he never bought her to no avail. “Please baby, just half an hour and then we’ll be home,” Yoongi negotiated, his eyes glassy as Hyunji shrieked in response, causing him to startle and bang his shin against the wheel. He hissed in pain, grimacing with his head against the foam rod as she pulled at his dark hair. He loved his daughter, truly from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn’t wait till she started preschool next week and he could get some reprieve.
“Do you mind if I try?”
Yoongi followed the voice to see you crouching next to him. Dressed in a printed dress with little dinosaurs all over it, and a pair of red glasses that matched your shoes, you didn’t seem like you worked at the store, but Yoongi couldn’t care less. He didn’t know if his exhaustion was blurring his mind, but you seemed like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He couldn’t stop staring at you, from the slope of your nose, to your hair that fell into your eyes. Had Yoongi really been that deprived of adult human contact that just looking at you made his heart pound in his chest and heat rise to his cheeks? Wow, your lips were really pretty. They looked so soft, crinkling a little on the side when you spoke. Oh shit, you were speaking!
Yoongi was broken out of his thoughts by your voice. “What’s her name,” you asked, tentatively reaching out towards the angry toddler.
“Hyunji.”
Yoongi felt as if he was in a daze, he couldn’t stop staring at you as you reached out to lightly touch Hyunji, your fingers grabbing her little hand in something akin to a handshake. He watched in awe as Hyunji immediately stopped her screams to look at you curiously, her head tilted to the side as she sniffled. Yoongi would be upset that his daughter seemed to be more calm with a stranger than him if it weren’t for how the soft smile on your face made him lose his train of thought. It made your cheeks puff up a little and he felt his heart skip a beat at the small movement.
“Hey Hyunji! I’m Y/N. How are you today,” you said, as Hyunji finally responded with what Yoongi had spent the whole year teaching her, moving her hand away and looking wary. Yoongi felt pride surge through him knowing that his daughter wasn’t going to let a stranger act all buddy-buddy with her. However, Hyunji’s rejection made a small frown appear on your lips, and Yoongi mentally willed his daughter to be nice to you.
You weren’t deterred however, and with another smile, you reached into your bag draped across your torso to retrieve a small stuffed toy shaped like a chocolate cookie type character. Yoongi’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the strap of your bag as it rested between your chest, perfectly aligned with the slight cleavage afforded by the dress. He gulped, trying to shake the flurry of thoughts that ran through his mind like how his face would feel if it was the strap.
“No handshake? Okay. How about a toy,” you asked, grinning and shaking the character in front of the toddler, your smile getting wider as she responded immediately reaching for the toy. So much for stranger danger training. Your voice turned high pitched and cartoonish as you pretended to be the toy, Hyunji immediately lighting up and laughing, the switch an instant 180. “Hi Hyunji, I’m Shooky! Nice to meet you!”
“Shooky!” she exclaimed, waving the toy towards Yoongi to show it to him gleefully. Yoongi smiled, cooing at his daughter. Turning towards you, he found you smiling at him, the same soft smile that made him senseless earlier. He wanted to thank you for saving him, for calming down his whirlwind of a daughter, but his mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.
“Is that a cookie? She’s not allowed to have cookies.”
“It’s a toy…” You seemed confused, rightly so, your eyebrows scrunched together as you blinked slowly, trying to decipher his meaning. Yoongi should’ve clarified, apologized, but he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t double down.
“Shaped like a cookie. That’s a slippery slope.” He waved towards his daughter who seemed to be bashing the poor character against her leg, giggling. He realized his type of humour was not everyone’s cup of tea and so when he watched your lips down turn, he started to apologize only to be stopped by you smirking at him.
“So you’re saying a toy shaped like a cookie is a gateway drug to junk food,” you said, an eyebrow raised at him. Your wit made him cackle, an unattractive, loud scream of a laugh that immediately turned him red in embarrassment. God, he was such a loser! He cleared his throat conscious of the way you chuckled in amusement. He really needed to get out of the house more often.
“I’m sorry. I’m tired. Thank you, really. I had resigned to sitting here for a couple of hours.” He smiled up at you as you stood up and watched Hyunjin in endearment, who was now thoroughly engrossed in ‘Shooky’. Following your lead, Yoongi made to stand up, only to realize one of his feet had decided to fall asleep on him causing him to stumble back with a groan.
“Need a hand?” You raised a hand towards him, one that he took graciously, if only to feel how soft your hands were, and they were so soft. He groaned a little as he stood, taking extra care not to pull you to the ground with him, regardless of how much he wanted to. Jesus, Yoongi. Relax, dude.
“Thanks. I swear I’m not as old as I seem,” he deadpanned as you giggled a little at his bones cracking loudly.
“I didn’t think you were old.” You shrugged in response as he thought of ways to keep the conversation going. However, his mind was blank. You looked at him expectantly, and in true awkward fashion, Yoongi averted your gaze, instead looking at his daughter. His jaw dropped at the sight before him as he squinted at his offspring who seemed to be dozing happily in the stroller, clutching the cookie under her chin.
“She’s asleep… How did you do that?” He was dumbfounded. There was a reason Yoongi still seemed like he was sleep walking even two coffees down. Hyunjin had been having trouble falling asleep for weeks, waking him up at all hours of the night. The doctor said something about her delayed teething, but at this point Yoongi was convinced she just hated him for never letting her have sugar.
“No biggie. I work in childcare. I’ve been trained.” He looked at you in awe and you chuckled, patting him on the shoulder in an attempt to break him out of his daze. Could he fall in love at first sight? He was beginning to think, yes.
“Yes biggie! She never falls asleep,” he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. “What kind of witchcraft…” He looked from you to his daughter, still in disbelief as he muttered, earning a hearty laugh from you in response.
“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you said, smiling as you closed your bag and fixed the strap, and he had to physically restrain his eyes from zeroing in on your chest again. He wasn’t going to lie, his eye balls felt strained at the effort.
“Yoongi. But seriously, thank you. I promise I’m not a bad father,” he provided, the shock now wearing off into anxiety as he thought about how much of a crap father he seemed to be so amazed at seeing his daughter fall asleep. You shook your head at him, a small sound of disapproval leaving your lips.
“I think you’re a great father, Yoongi. Don’t worry, toddlers are hard.” The praise made his heart stutter as blood rushed to his ears. The way you softly affirmed him made him feel seen. He didn’t know how much he needed to hear that, and to be honest, he felt a little emotional.
“I… thank you. I’d like to say you’re wrong but yeah, especially alone,” he spoke quietly. He didn’t know why he specified he was single. Maybe to see if you were as interested in him as he was in you. He didn’t think it was possible. Who would want to be with a single father who couldn’t even handle his own child in a public space? He felt his insecurities gnaw at him as he descended further into his head. His sudden silence may have alarmed you because before he could say anything, you touched his shoulder gingerly, the feel of your fingers scorching him through the thick layers of his sweater.
“Well you’re doing great. Professional opinion.” You smiled and Yoongi wanted to cry. Why were you so nice? He missed nice. He hadn’t had nice in a long time. He wanted to say something, ask you for your number, but that seemed too forward so he settled for gratitude, as you picked up his basket and handed it to him.
“Thank you…”
“Cute,” you giggled quietly. “It was nice meeting you Yoongi.”
Much to his disappointment, you started walking away. He really shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. Hope always led to dismay.
“You too, Y/N. Really great.” He sighed, almost wistfully, resigned to the fact that he would probably never see you again as you waved and turned around.
“Say bye to Hyunji for me.”
“I will.”
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He looked at his daughter with pride as she stood in front of him, her dark hair in two slightly lopsided braids, that had taken Yoongi an hour to master through youtube tutorials. He couldn’t help but feel a little choked up as she excitedly pulled on his arm all but running towards her classroom, her frilly pink dress swishing with each step. He couldn’t believe she was old enough for school already - preschool, but still.
Yoongi tried to stop his brain from conjuring up pictures of her future; her graduating, her walking down the aisle. No, screw sleep, he didn’t need it. This was too fast. He held her hand tightly, reluctant to let her go as they reached the door.
What was he supposed to do now that she was going to be gone all day? He could almost feel himself tear up at the thought of how much he was going to miss her, and she was still holding her hand. Maybe he could ask the teacher if he could just sit and watch. Sure he had to be at his home office to start work in thirty minutes, but he could just say he suddenly fell ill.
However, all thoughts as well as his breath left him as his eyes fell on a familiar figure - the beautiful, kind woman from the grocery store. You.
This time around you were dressed in a dress that had little planets on it, looking a lot like Ms Frizzle with your hair in a top knot. Yoongi didn’t know whether to be ecstatic that universe had given him another opportunity to talk to you or be depressed because he knew he would never be with.
“Yoongi!” The joy and surprise in your voice made his face crinkle in a goofy smile that he had absolutely no control over, as he fiddled with his fingers, Hyunjin quickly abandoning him at the first sign of new friends. She definitely did not inherit her stellar social skills from him, as he stood there unable to form a response other than a shy utterance of your name.
“I was hoping to run into you again,” you said, beaming blindly and Yoongi blushed.
With his heartbeat accelerating, he realised that those eight words were probably the best he had ever heard.
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SO. Back to the beginning, Episode 1 of Word of Honor. This is likely to be a little bit different experience than the prior posts, when I was watching the eps as they aired, compared to now approaching the show as whole and complete. May be rummaging around for things I missed the first time through, stuff that takes on new meaning set in additional context – we’ll see how it goes.
With that in mind, spoilers for not just this ep but possibly for the entire series. Get out of the car now and come back later, if you haven’t seen all 36.5 eps and want to watch it unspoiled.
First thing to strike me, right up front: You know, I think we tend to lose sight in later parts of the show – when we’re getting Laopo!Zhou Zishu pouting so he doesn’t have to cook dinner - how terrifying ZZS is in his own right (and by “we,” I actually mean the show, too). One of the things the first few episodes gets right, I think, is the sense of eerie inevitability and dread created by both the falling lanterns of Tian Chuang and the blowing paper figures of the Ghost Valley, and how similar they are. I think it’s easy to lose that - when the lanterns and the paper figures are gone and our charming and adorable couple are busy being charming and adorable at each other, in between varying rounds of being wracked by guilt and PTSD – easy to lose that this is there too, part of them – both of them - under the skin. I think it’s particularly easy to lose that for ZZS, when he’s already done a lot of work, off-screen, pre-Episode 1, during the 18 months he was putting in those first six Nails, to come to some kind of equilibrium, and meanwhile we watch Wen Kexing’s entire torturous process play out on-screen. Wen Kexing’s story is one of reaching an equilibrium, but Zhou Zishu’s story is one of maintaining it, which I think may be less showy, but is equally valuable, just as I value the Four Seasons Manor arc, especially, for giving us a vibe of two adults comfortable in an already intimate relationship, as opposed to the veritable sea of will-they-won’t-they tug-of-war coming-together-for-the-first-time-as-emotional-AND-plot climax relationships that we’re usually awash in.
Anyway, straight up we’re introduced to an assassin who, we discover, doesn’t like to get blood on himself. It looks like metaphorical blood is fine, just not actual blood, but then we discover, well, maybe he’s not as OK with metaphorical blood as he schools himself to look. Also that conversation with Li Jingan about her dad having to die because he’s a traitor to the country – I now wonder how much of that particular conversation Zhou Zishu mentally brings to the table in later conversations about his own father being executed for the same reason. Also, wait wait wait. Zhou Zishu tells Jingan that he took Jiuxiao’s body back to Four Seasons Manor and buried him next to their shifu, but I don’t remember seeing another grave there, other than Qin Huaizhang’s and his wife’s. Script inconsistency, or are you supposed to be lying, ZZS? I mean, would you be so downcast at the state of Four Seasons Manor when you arrive with your husband and son for your honeymoon, if you’d actually been there only a couple of years before? It didn’t fall to pieces overnight. Also, HAIRPIN FORESHADOWING ALERT. Our first sign of how important the hairpin is, the way ZZS’s impassive face cracks wide open when he sees the hairpin that Jiuxiao made and realizes he must have given it to Jingan. Clearly important!
Mmm. Here’s a point for the “Prince Jin is a f’kn asshole” list – Prince Jin wants ZZS to deal with Bi Changfeng personally when Bi Changfeng requests to leave Tian Chuang. And OK, ZZS is the leader of Tian Chuang. But you’re never going to convince me Prince Jin wants ZZS to deal with it personally because Prince Jin is actually so very furious that Bi Changfeng made a mistake. You will never convince me this isn’t a … it’s not even a test of loyalty, at this point, because Prince Jin has no reason to think yet that ZZS is anything other than the faithful hunting dog on a leash that he’s been, lo, these many years. Putting ZZS in a position where not only is he losing the last of the direct disciples of Four Seasons Manor, but he’s being asked to (as good as) kill him with his own hands - it’s just cruelty for the proof of your power and influence over someone. Also, given Prince Jin’s later diatribe about how everyone leaves him OMG (have you considered it’s your personality?) (But also Beiyuan! I know who you are now, and yeah, I would have let Wu Xi bride-kidnap me away from this jerk, too), I have to wonder if Prince Jin isn’t trying to make ZZS feel exactly as isolated as he, himself, feels, as part of his overall desire to make sure that ZZS has no one other than Prince Jin so that their positions are parallel – only having each other in the whole world. I also have to wonder if he’s not hoping for precisely the reaction ZZS has to Bi Changfeng – you’d rather be dead than be with me? Because that hurts, you can see it on ZZS’s face (thanks already, Zhang Zhehan), and I rather suspect Prince Jin wants it to hurt. I notice we get an echo of this later in the ep, with Prince Jin saying pretty much the same thing when ZZS asks for the final Nail. GOOD. I hope it hurts you just as much. I wonder if ZZS realizes this while he’s kneeling there in the throne room. It’s probably too late for him to get any satisfaction out of it.
OH, HEY. That’s HAN YING already, one of the two people accompanying ZZS to put down Bi Changfeng, looking super-pained like he knows what this is all costing his beloved. Han Ying, I really hope you got to tap that at least a few times before ZZS made his break for it. Is that one of the reasons Prince Jin seems to have such antipathy for you, or is it really just that he can’t stand the idea of someone whose loyalty to ZZS is greater than their loyalty to Prince Jin, himself? (Seriously, y’all, why is there not much much more Han Ying/ZZS fic?) Meanwhile Duan Pengju, omg, this asshole, is already looking smug and punchable. Really, he’s kind of enjoying the Seven Nails placement a little too much. Showing your hand pretty fast on the petty evil thing, show.
So, one thing I didn’t catch the first time around, is that ZZS isn’t just self-injuring to punish himself when he takes the knife to his chest – he re-opens wounds on all the places where the first six Nails have already been placed, so it will look like the placement is fresh. If you can’t tell he hasn’t just put them in, there’s no reason for anyone else (read: Prince Jin) to suspect he’s bought himself some time before he loses his senses. As far as anyone knows, he’s going to fall over with locked-in syndrome any day now. Which just makes the implications of Prince Jin vowing that he’s only letting him go for now EVEN ICKIER. For all Prince Jin knows, what he’s going to get back is a flesh doll that will just lie there, although I guess on the plus side, ZZS would never leave him again. Thanks, show, I need a shower, now.
ZZS says all the right things to argue his case to Prince Jin – he’s only good as a weapon, he has no skills nor utility for building and governing the country – and I think partly this is because he just knows the right things to say. I mean, you don’t become the Number Two guy in the country, with thousands under you and only one above you, if you can’t play imperial politics. But I also wonder if deep down he doesn’t actually believe it – he was successful at building Tian Chuang, but he couldn’t maintain Four Seasons Manor and even drove it to ruin. So, I’ll just be over here, clutching my chest, over my heart. Fortunately, Zhang Zhehan provides quick distraction from this pain, and I … Y’all. I can’t. I just. I CANNOT. When ZZS drops to his knees and starts stripping in the throne room. Just. Mmmmmrgh. THIS VISUAL. Although, you want to know what one of the hottest parts actually is? That pair of leather bracers hitting the floor on top of his belt, and ZZS isn’t even in the shot at that point. OK, fine, I am willing to read some dirtybadwrong fic with this whole scene premise at its heart, even if it does include Prince Jin. Zhang Zhehan, you are KILLING ME. I might have rewound this part. More than once. You can’t prove anything.
Aaaand then we get that gorgeous, painful shot of ZZS riding out into the snow that I know I’ve talked about before (including the way I get an odd echo of Lan Xichen off of it). There are several places in this ep where the cinematography is to die for, and this is one of them, the bleakness of the landscape and Zhang Zhehan (and his FACE) deep in that shadowing cloak against the stark snow as he rides out into freedom and the unknown. Then cut to somewhere green and forested. Interesting that the show starts with snow and ends with snow. That parallel with the imperial cage says some things about immortality that could stand to be unpacked – but later. Because ZZS is putting his face on – literally – and I am once again in pain, only it’s not the good kind of pain. It’s caused by that dreadful fake facial hair. There are some things that could be unpacked here, as well, about the fact that making ZZS supposedly unattractive involves a clearly fake goatee, a single aesthetically placed scar, and darkening his skin. I’m going to try to step carefully here, because this is kind of out of my lane, but it is … a noticeable thing. That probably ought to be noted.
So, ZZS takes just a moment to turn his (fake) face up to the sun and feel the warmth on it … and then with 10 minutes left, we’re on our way to Ghost Valley, where there’s some chaos and then Hanging Ghost gets got by a Mysterious Stranger To Be Revealed Later, who chokes him out (remember this). The Mysterious Master of Ghost Valley appears dramatically on his High Ledge to Make Some Pronouncements while playing with some walnuts omg (rolling two of them in one hand – remember this), and we see his eyes, which are partially obscured by chunky sidebangs, which are farther forward on his forehead than we’re going to see later, not only hiding some of his face but making it look more angular. The troops get berated, shit rolls downhill, and another dude gets choked (remember this) as Ghost Valley Master’s hair continues to artfully hide most of his face and he worries about his manicure post-kill (remember this). War is declared on Hanging Ghost for stealing the Glazed Armor, and more chaos is set into motion.
All of that takes literally two minutes, and then we cut to three months later, and no one realizes it yet, but the fam is getting together. ZZS is tits out in the gutter - only beginning his career of being a minx who flashes his collarbones an awful lot for someone who has Very Secret Scars He’s Hiding On His Chest - happily drinking himself to death in the sun (we really need to talk about this correlation of snow and immortality vs. sun and happiness …). Meanwhile, slo-mo shot of Wen Kexing looking precious and perfect, with delicate pink lips and dove-grey robes, as he checks out the rough trade in the gutter. Oh, the expectations this show is getting ready to smash. We cut from a shot of pristine precious WKX to ZZS holding up his hand, and we get a shot of the sun through ZZS’s fingers looking an awful lot like some shots of characters halo’d in light that we’ll get back to much much later in the show. Chengling appears out of nowhere to be Best Boy. A-Xiang is purple and smol and ready to brawl, and I already love her. I already love them all! So much! Here are my delicate and precious feelings, show, go ahead and stomp all over them!
#zhou zishu#prince jin#han ying#wen kexing#gu xiang#zhang chengling#word of honor#word of honor episode reax
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May I ask you a question: why do you like Diego and Ismelda? I'm not their hater, just neutural on them, but I can't get why some people like them.
Oh that's okay, nice of you to ask (some people would just attack). (Please excuse the length and any misspellings).
For starters, I have a tendency to like unlikable characters, yes as simple as that. No, no characters like Merula who you're supposed to hate or be enemies with, but characters supposed to annoy or make the person interacting/reading roll their eyes. That's how I made some of my best friendships in school.
I won't go in depth why I chose them to ship with my ocs (I encourage you to go through my shipping tags if you'd like) also because it's a whole other topic and I'll end up writing a bible here. I'll try as much as I can not use headcanons cause those will mean nothing to you, but I think is worth to say what I, Bee, think of them is not what my MC thinks of them and I would say she has a rocky start with these two as anyone.
First Ismelda.
I guess my liking if Ismelda gets a bit deeper than just liking a character I find nice, I actually see some of my school experiences on her. I wasn't emo doing grusome comments at all, but I was this outcast who thought of herself as this unappealing, unattractive, and uninteresting person who almost everyday wished she could be homeschooled because I just didn't have the patience to witness other people's bullshit. I wrote sad poetry for people just like her! I took 6 years in the same school to finally find a real friend because the others kept leaving me.
So in some points I can't help but sympathize with what she's going through. Being alone, seeing the only friend you have slip away to someone you can't possibly compete with - I was not an MC in school, I was Ismelda! -, being unattractive in a place where everyone looks at least cute, getting the side-eye for going against the grain. I have no sister, no negligent family, but as human I can empathize with her troubles.
Besides points I can sympathize with, I like some of her attitude of screw everyone and what everyone thinks, which is a perspective I sort of took after years of being laughed at. On the gruesomeness aspect, my last fandom, that I'm still in, is Hannibal, so I'm not unfamiliar to gruesome and cannibal jokes, characters being terrible to each other and we still shipping them and joking about them, and idk stabbing people? In media ofc xD
Also HER BARK IS MUCH HARSHER THAN HER BITE. People often comment negatively about her on the things she says, but it's obviously for shock value, when threat appears she's pissing her pants and it's not fooling anyone. It's hilarious to me like watching a lil baby puppy trying to seem threatening, sometimes we even place a finger on their mouth so they can bite us softly.
The 'haha I wish Voldemort was back' is her being at the same time an idiot, a product of her house (let's not forget at this period in time Slytherin is full of straight up DE kids with DE ideals), and unknowledgeable about what it all means. She hasn't been, as far as I know, directly affected by the 1st Wizarding War like Barnaby or Merula - those two literally had their stupid ass parents taken away.
I also like to watch JC try poorly to build her an arc. The placing of Crushed for example is off, happening after many dating SQs, but is there her arc begins - she has a stiff moral compass that gets a lil loose after that -, then we have the Sphinx club where she's way less hostile, the Quibbler SQ where they do all sorts of weird stuff to her but I wanna talk about it another time, and the Great Cook Off where she actually apologizes for overreacting. She's not a fully baked character, she's a caricature of the emo girl and I like to watch her development, and even when there's no visible development, I find humor.
I don't like everything she does or everything she says - but I don't even like Barnaby a 100% of the time - but I know it's fertile ground where a great character can grow.
As for Diego this might be shorter because I've known him for less time in the game.
Diego is extroverted, he's confident, and he's always eager to help. People's problem with him comes mostly from he's flashy, he has a grandiose sense of self, and that he s flirty. And none of those things are aspects I take trouble with.
I've said before, this talking in third person, calling himself 'great', 'the best' is a way of asserting himself to himself and others. And there's nothing wrong with that as there's nothing wrong with being a shy introvert. So far, he has placed himself high without ever placing someone down and he gives praise where praise is due.
As being flirty, which people really seem to hate and I really see no harm. Is not like he tried to kiss MC or said something inappropriate. I find it quite endearing actually. I'm gonna guess JC wanted to make him a Don Juan but landed on Johnny Bravo and I'm here having a laugh about it.
The 'omg he thinks he's the best but but MC never lost a duel to him' argument is so stupid to me, because the duels we do value nothing, if we lose a duel the game makes you pay to do another one as many times as we need. The value is in things known and said, Diego is literally a dueling instructor - probably placed as such by Flitwick. Unfortunately when we duel him is not like the game allows us to lose, is different from Penny's potion making, where she makes it while we sit and watch and even before we see her doing a potion, we're told she's the best at it and she's knows she is.
Diego has shown to be, besides his more prominent characteristics, to be thoughtful, always willing to help, and enthusiastic. He never shies away from the blame, he encourages others, and he's eager to listen to others. But like Ismelda he's really underdeveloped and underused.
One point to make would be his personality vibes with my MC's personality. She's an extrovert, she likes to think she's desired, she takes pride in the abilities she acquired along her curse breaking.
To conclude, do I think you should like them? It'd be nice for me to have someone to talk about them with, but it's not about what I want. You don't have to like them, all I ask from people is respected, specially on other people's content. I have characters I don't like in the game (I didn't max out Tulip on purpose, and Andre who was starting to grow on me had a big reset lately), so I won't try to force them down your throat, but you won't see me dragging them down.
Your ask was why I like them and if all said wasn't enough, the simple answer is they're both ridiculous and the make me laugh and smile. I'd like to have them as friends.
#they are underwritten#underused#but they're so funny#and i just find them so intriguing#my ocs deserve happiness so I gave them these idiots#ask#hphm#hogwarts mystery#ismelda murk#diego caplan#sorry i went on a tangent many times#it took me like an hour to write this xD
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Best Movie Night Ever!
Bucky Barnes x Reader
WC: 2,352
This is written for @prunes-said-bucky & @the-ss-horniest-book-club ‘s HBC’s Drunk drabbles based on this lovely prompt (I hope you’ll like it <3) :
Reader has a crush on Bucky but because he’s shy and broody he doesn’t talk much. One night, she invites him into her room to watch an action movie, the action movie reader had picked is packed full of sex scenes and heavy make-out scenes. What does Bucky do?
Warning: Alcohol, little angst if you look hard, some fluff & smut.
You like Bucky, you like him so much and it's not even a secret. Oh how you wished he would face it though…
"Hey Bucky boo!!! I made you breakfast." You happily walked towards him when you saw him walk out of his room. You're in time as always. You spend a lot of time memorizing his daily routine. He woke up at 5 am stay in his room and goes out at 6:30 am to run.
So you made sure to have breakfast ready for him every time. You even put a heart on top using the syrup!
"Uhm...Hey, Y/n. Thanks, I guess…" he said taking the tray from you and shyly nodding his head before he goes back in and comes out again to go to his run.
You're not sure if he's eating your food or not. You're just happy he's not saying no every time you give him some.
"Have a great run, Bucky boo." You waved at him and he just nodded his head in acknowledgement.
Pouting at the lack of reaction you decided to go on with your day.
It was another free day so you and the team decided to have some night out. You're at the dance floor dancing with Nat when your eyes landed on Bucky who's at the bar counter drinking at the corner. Having drunk a lot even though you have low tolerance your normal brave self ends up having more confidence.
You signaled Nat you're done dancing and stalked towards Bucky.
You jumped on his lap sideways which surprised him. His metal arm went around your waist to steady you. Giggling loudly, you look up to him and pinched his cheeks.
"Hi Bucky boo, are you not enjoying the night?" You asked, sneaking your arms around his neck. He shifted uncomfortably. He can smell your usual sweet scent mixed with the alcohol.
Since he became a super soldier alcohol had lost its effect on him but having you near and taking a whiff of your scent makes him feel like he’s been drunk for a week.
Swallowing a lump on his throat he looked down at you.
"What are you doing doll? This is not appropriate." He whispered. Slowly and carefully he slides you off his lap.
"Oh come on!!! Why are you always like this?" Ungracefully you landed on your feet with your back on him. Turning around you stumped your left foot on the floor like a kid who lost her candy. Looking down at the floor with tears threatening to flow out your eyes. "Am I that unattractive to you? I've shown you how I feel for a long while now and still nothing…" you sniffed looking up to meet his beautiful blue eyes.
You can see the worry in them which is what you really want to see. Smirking in your head. You dramatically bit your lips making sure it trembles a bit.
"H-hey, it's not... that's not-ugh?" He said combing his hair back using his flesh hand. "I didn't want to make you feel bad, doll. It's heartwarming to know someone likes me, especially someone like you...it really is but I don't think you'll want me as me." He said looking away. "You won't want a damaged guy…" he continued in a whisper.
Thanks for your training that even if the bar is full of loud music you're able to understand what he said.
"Bucky…" you whispered.
"I'm sorry doll, it just won't work." He said looking at you with his sad eyes.
"No!" You said putting your hands on your waist. "How could you say it won't work without even trying? I will not accept that Sergeant! You, me, my room tomorrow. Movie night! I will wait no matter how long." You said full of determination and held his face to kiss him quick in his lips and then walked away leaving a stunned Super Soldier.
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Oh gods, oh gods, what do I do??? You nervously walked circles around your room waiting. You've been able to prepare a cozy pillow fort and snacks for Bucky. The movie is something Nat choose because you don't know much about action movies and Bucky surely like actions than your usual movie choices which is some animated films.
"Friday, can you tell me where Bucky is?" You asked the AI as you peaked outside.
"Sergeant Barnes is on his way back to the compound with Capt. Rogers. Would you like me to inform him you're waiting for him Y/n?" Friday response. But you said no. Surely he is not that drunk to forget about what you said last night?
Sighing you went to your pillow fort and opened up the bottle of wine waiting there drinking to make your sadness go away. He must really not like you. You sighed.
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Bucky just got back from a sudden mission with Steve. He's very tired. On his way to his room he walked pass yours and saw that the light is still on and then he remembered what you said last night.
"Shit…" he said and walked back to knock on your door. No answer. So he tried again a lot louder this time. He heard shuffling and knows you're on your way to open up the door.
"Whuuat?" You slurred. He frowned.
"Are your drunk Y/n?" He asked as he tried to peak at your face covered by your hair.
"Why do you care...psh" you answered and was about to close the door but Bucky stopped it by putting his boot on the door.
"I do remember being invited to a movie night?" He pleaded.
You looked up at him without not caring if your eyes are red from all the crying you did while you're waiting for him.
"Come in…" you whispered.
Bucky saw the empty bottle of wine and sighed. He never wanted to make you sad or cry.
"Is the invitation still up?" He ask and you nodded. "Can I just clean up real quick?" and again you just nod. He sigh feeling a nasty lump on his stomach for making you feel this way. "I'll be back, doll." He said and kissed you quickly on the cheek before he went out to go to his own room.
Wide eyed you slowly went back to your pillow fort and fell down losing the strength of your legs. Did he really just kiss you??? You touched the part where his soft lips landed and giggled.
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Bucky went back and He's all cleaned and yummy with his sweatpants and a grey T-Shirt that hugs his upper body so well you're kind of jealous. He also brought hot chocolate saying that you cannot have a movie night without drinks because you sadly drank all of the wine you brought. Halfway to the movie though you gasp seeing what is going on. The two main characters were fighting after a failed event and then started to caress each other in a hard but lustful manner.
"I so fucking hate you!!! This is all your fault!" The leading lady said as she wrapped her legs around the guy's waist.
"Is that so!? Then why the fuck do you make me feel like you want to devour me." The man he and harshly kissed the lady. It was a sloppy but very sexy scene. Does all action have this kind of scenes???? Omg!!! You should have not trusted Natasha's recommendations.
The events on the scene went fire so fast that goosebumps littered your arms just thinking about the scene and the man you're with. He's unmoving eyes glued to the screen. Pinkish tint is visible in his cheeks as the moans and groans on the TV filled your room. Feeling the familiar tingling feelings on your stomach you cleared your throat which made Bucky jump a bit.
"I ah...s-should we fast forward it?" He asked. His face turns redder. You nodded breathing heavily with all the sounds. He did fast forward it and then the fighting began again.
You're feeling very thirsty suddenly and stand up to get some refill for your drinks.
"I-I'll just get us more d-drinks." You said and was about to walk pass Bucky when your foot got tangled from one of the comforters you have on the floor. Knowing it's too late to get your balance back you just closed your eyes and waited for the impact which did not come.
Instead you felt an arm around your waist and an addicting smell surrounds you.
Taking a deep breath as your body’s temperature turns up higher. You slid your hands towards his chest so you can push yourself up but as you are about to push another steamy moment is happening on the screen.
Bucky’s arm on your waist tightened which made you lay on top of him chest to chest. Slowly his metal arm went inside your shirt making you shiver from the cold feeling and also from the way he is caressing your back.
“Bucky…?” you whispered looking up to his face. Biting your lips from how hot and intense he is looking at you.
“You got a unique taste in movie doll. I did not expect this…” he said his voice low.
“I-…Its Nat’s recommendation.” You said shyly as he continue to rub your back. Stealing a quick look at the scene on your monitor your saw the two characters having a heated make-out session on a bar. Seems like they are undercover in this and have to make it look like they’re wasted but end up getting carried away.
“Oh goodness…” you mumbled as you hid your face on Bucky’s neck which made him gasp. You nose is touching him and his hyper sensitive senses is making him dizzy. He can hear your breathing and the hot breath is like fuel on the fire. He had always like you. You’re the bubbly innocent thing in his eyes. The life of the team and that is also why he kept his distance. He doesn’t want to corrupt you but it’s so hard…especially now that he have you in his arms.
Arms sliding down to cup your ass and it actually felt wonderful and hot. Using your arm to get a glimpse of his face your right hands went to caress his cheeks and surprisingly he let you. Tracing his forehead down to his cheeks loving the rough feeling it left on your fingers you felt you heart beat faster. He bit his lower lips as he watch you admire him and your hands went to trace it too as he let go of his lips.
“Y/N…I-I can’t-“that made you feel very, very sad. He must really not like you. Sighing, you tried to get up again but what he said next made you see rainbows and butterflies started dancing at the pit of your stomach. “I can’t stop myself anymore…I want you, so bad.” He finished as his hands went up to hold your cheeks and brought you down towards his face. His lips meeting yours in a soft kiss.
“Please don’t. Never stop yourself.” You said smiling widely at his before kissing him hard. Rough growl vibrated from his throat and it made your stomach twist. That was so hot!
Moving your legs so straddle his hips your hands brushing his hair as you both got lost at each other’s lips. His tongue tracing yours fighting for dominance which made you challenge him kissing his quick and biting his lower lips and the putting space between your lips every time he tries to put his tongue in. This made Bucky look at you suspiciously growling again making you feel like you are going to melt into a puddle just by that dangerously sexy growl.
“Stop teasing, little girl.” He said and chased your lips when you did it again. You moaned as he skillfully molded his lips to yours tasting you as if you are his last meal. Aware of the hard tent on his sweatpants between your legs you slowly moved your hips you both moaned at the wonderful feeling it caused. His flesh hand went how to your ass to guide you.
“Oh…” you moaned when both of his hands started guiding you to move with him. His hips meeting yours. “Bucky…more…ah.” You said feeling the pressure on your core as you rolled your hips harder. You’re almost on you peak and he’s not even inside you yet. This man is going to be the end of you. You whined when he suddenly stopped. Looking into his eyes your face flush from wanting him so bad and he also have the same look.
Moving to get up with you clinging to him afraid that if you let go hell start to move away again.
“Take that thought out of you lovely head doll.” He said as he walk towards your bed with you in his arms your legs around his waist. “I will not move away from you anymore…” he said kissing the side of your lips after he lay you on the bed with him on top of you.
“You’re mine now?” you are still wrapped around him not giving him a chance to escape.
“Yes, yours now and forever.” He growled then kissed you hard making you giggled as you moved to remove his shirt tracing your hands on his hard chest, down to his abs and up to the scars that shows how beautiful and strong he is.
“You’re beautiful Bucky…make me yours fully.” You said as your hand went down to touch his hardness. Making him growl again as you moved your hand up and down. You now have a new favorite sound and it’s Bucky’s growl and as he took you that night you made sure to make his sing your favorite sound again and again as he showed you how much he wants you in the most delicious way your moans and shouts overpowering the sexy sounds the movie characters are making. Tonight is the best movie night of your life!
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Survey #463
“the siren sings a lonely song of all the wants & hungers / the lust of love, a brute desire”
Describe the person that you would like to be in three years. I want my mental health to be in great condition, I really want to be in much better physical shape, ideally be living with somebody in our own place, have a job I'm happy with, have an improved social life, my own license and car...
Think back to when you first met your significant other (or ex). Was your first impression of them accurate? It's funny, I honestly don't remember what my first impression of Girt was. I don't even recall our first interaction. I'm sure it was most likely that he was friendly, because he is and always has been.
What is your most noticeable personality trait? Probably that I'm really, really shy.
What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Hurricanes.
Which of your family members do you resemble the most? I guess one of my immediate sisters? People tend to say stuff like they can definitely tell we're related.
Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? No.
Who knows you better than anyone else? Hell, probably whoever reads these.
When was the last time you started a “new chapter” of your life? I guess you could call dating Girt a "new chapter." I have a much, much stronger feeling of this attempt being more successful than the last now that I've been able to change my angle on how I see him.
What’s the most expensive thing your car needed to get done? I don't have my own vehicle and never have.
If you had a thousand dollars to spend on a pricey brand you like but can’t really afford (until now of course), which ONE brand would you choose? *shrug* Most products of highly expensive brands I find hideous anyway.
Do you still talk to any of your old teachers? Yeah. One is a close family friend and actually our landlord.
Does your family still use the home phone or are you all on cell phones now? We haven't had a landline is yeeeeaaarrrrsssss.
Ever go to another school’s prom? No; my boyfriend went to the same school as me.
Do you ever venture into the woods? What do you normally do there? No; we live in the city now. :/ When I DID live in the woods, I absolutely loved wandering around with my camera for stuff to take pics of.
Does your significant other ever make you mix CDs? None ever have but omg I wish that would be adorable.
How did you dress your freshman year of high school? I was one of them emo kids.
Would you ever date your best friend of the opposite sex? WELP that's what I'm doing lol.
Would you say you have a high sex drive or not so much? I'd call it normal? Higher sometimes, lower other times, but not to either extreme.
Come with an unpopular opinion. Silent Hill: Homecoming is a great game and while there's a lot of fan service from the movie, it belongs in the series. It's actually my second (or third)-favorite installment. Most of the SH community absolutely hate that game.
What’s the worst thing a friend has either done or said to you? A lot of shit Colleen would say if we got into arguments. She'd ridicule effects of my depression, said I'd never know what it's like to pay my own bills, stuff like that. She's hateful as fuck and everything cut deep.
What’s fake about you? Like extensions, fake nails, botox etc. Nothing physical.
If you got the chance, would you audition for a reality show? No.
Have you ever gotten into a Facebook fight? More than once.
What’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever experienced irl? Hm, I'm unsure.
Favorite flavor of jelly bean? Probably watermelon.
Do you use Tinder? If yes, have you ever met up with someone you matched? No. You do you, but if I understand Tinder correctly, it just seems... really shallow to me. Like don't you JUST see their picture to decide if you're interested or not? It just enforces the false belief that appearance really matters in love.
You just poured your heart out to your crush and all he/she does is respond “k”. What do you respond/do? Well, I don't have a crush anymore; my boyfriend and I literally exchanged "I love you"s last night. That's not a crush. But for the sake of the question, I'll imagine I was single and this happened, in which case I would be both hurt and annoyed. Like, either tell me you return the feelings or not. It's not hard.
What's your favorite thing to order from McDonald’s? I usually get a quarter pounder w/ cheese or a McDouble, occasionally with a small or medium fry, depending on how hungry I am.
When do you feel your sexiest? Never, hunny.
What's your favorite emoji? I don't really have one? It just depends on what the situation calls for.
What’s your skincare routine? I don't really have one... I just use a washcloth to clean my face.
Who all out of your immediate family smokes? My dad and stepmom.
Do you like incense or candles better? Incense, totally.
Do you respect your parents? Yeah.
What’s your bf/gf’s name? It's technically Donald Jr., but since high school, I've known him as Girt, a nickname I won't explain for his privacy.
Do you wear glasses? Yeah.
Do you like The Beatles? I honestly don't. Except "Hey, Jude."
What was the last reason you got excited? Last night. When we were saying goodbye, I was scared to, but I told Girt I loved him, and he immediately said it back confidently. My heart did like five flips. I'm still over the moon about it. Yes, we just got back together, but we've been in each other's lives as a constant since HS, and after changing my angle of how I looked at him, it's not at all platonic anymore.
Do you know anyone who drinks the pickle juice from the jar? Sara does alskdjfklwejrl;er
Name something crazy that’s happened recently? Uhhhh... I dunno. My life is very uneventful to have something really "crazy" happen.
Can you say for a fact that you’re happy right now? I'm happy about some things, but also nervous and self-doubtful.
Have you ever zip lined? No, but they look fun. I'd just be really scared of losing my grip.
If you broke your computer, would you be able to fix it on your own? Ha, no.
Have you ever been on a boat and got sick? No, but the one time I was at the beach and on a boat riding to an island, I was TERRIFIED I was going to get sick because of the waves. I didn't, thankfully.
Did you sleep well last night? For the most part. My new mask might just be working.
Do your parents try and plan your life for you? Not at all.
Do you have any pictures of you kissing someone? Yes.
List two things about yourself that you find embarrassing. My weight and how dark my leg hair is.
Do you like to cuddle with your pet when you are sad? Yes.
Do you find piercing attractive or unattractive? h o t
Do you have any secret hiding spots in your room? To put money, yes.
Do you like parmesan cheese on your spaghetti? Ew, no. I don't like parmesan.
Does your best girl friend have any talents that you don’t? Yeah. She can animate well, for one. And sing like a fucking champ.
Do you have any video game systems in your room? Which one(s)? My Nintendo DS Lite is in here. Well, and my laptop is a gaming one.
What color eyes does the last person you kissed have? ... Oh WOW I've known this man for a fuckin decade and somehow I'm not sure??? But I want to say light blue?
Have you ever taken a ride in a helicopter? No.
Have you ever visited hot springs? No.
How slowly or quickly would you say you eat? I'm aware I eat too fast, because my mom will point it out almost without fail if we eat in sight of each other. I'm not a messy eater at all, just... fast. Chewing your food and swallowing isn't a complex task. I've made active efforts to slow down, I just haven't been able to succeed. It doesn't feel normal. That and I've come to discover that when I chew food TOO much, I don't like the mushy texture of it in my mouth.
What did you do the last time you were with friends? Yesterday Girt and I planned to watch shitty Netflix anime for some laughs, but we wound up starting Attack on Titan, which I am officially pretty into.
What kind of cologne/perfume do you like the opposite sex to wear? I don't care if they wear any or not, so long as they know how to clean themselves and therefore not actually smell bad.
If you celebrate Christmas, do you get a real tree or an artificial tree? We always use a fake one.
Is there someone who means a lot to you but they don’t know that? My sisters probably don't, really...
Is money important to you? Live your whole life poor and I want to see you answer "no" to this.
Have you ever watched a meteor shower? No.
Do you like Slim Jims? LOOOOOOOVE them.
Would you rather write a mystery or love story? Love story.
Are you muscular? No. Working for it.
Do you have one of those removable hand-held shower heads? Yes. Originally, this house didn't, but I hated it so much that Mom bought one.
How many burners does your stove have? Four.
Has your car ever been broken into? Mom's hasn't.
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Written In The Stars CXLIV (Harry Potter xF!Oc)
A/N: I hate the absolute lack of organization my career has and I’m so full of violence bc of it omg -Danny
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Chapter Six: Growing Hopes.
Mel walked into the kitchen twenty minutes after her talk with Harry, her heart still beating harshly against her chest.
Her theory could be wrong, but at the same time, it was the best way to keep the lifeline and make sure it'd be useful.
They had three rules:
Keep a clear head, no romance could happen between them.
They would use the connection in case of major injuries, and only if they were given consent.
Harry had to learn to ground himself, and they would stay away from the other's problems unless requested differently.
"Hand me that baby!" She demanded Erick when she saw him.
"He's happy with me!" He complained, turning his back on her.
"I'm his sister!" Mel tickled his sides and he immediately gave in, Erick hated to be tickled. "Come here, Leggie, was this bad man annoying you?"
"It just won't budge, this has always worked before, I just can't understand it!" Mrs Weasley said from across the room, struggling to fix Hermione's eye.
"It'll be Fred and George's idea of a funny joke, making sure it can't come off," Ginny shrugged.
"But it's got to come off! I can't go around looking like this forever!"
"It won't stay forever," Mel said. "They're not that cruel..."
"You two stop moving around, you'll upset him!" Emily warned them, looking at the way Mel and Erick continued to fight for the boy's attention.
"We'll find an antidote, don't worry," Mrs Weasley patted Hermione's head.
"Bill told me 'ow Fred and George are very amusing!" said Fleur.
"Yes, I can hardly breathe for laughing," Hermione said sharply.
"Sorry about that," Mel sat down in front of the blonde. "She's a bit on edge — our O.W.L's will be arriving today..."
"Mrs Weasley, you're quite, quite sure no owls have arrived this morning?"
"Yes, dear, I'd have noticed. But it's barely nine, there's still plenty of time..."
"I know I messed up Ancient Runes," Hermione paced around the room, "I definitely made at least one serious mistranslation. And the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical was no good at all. I thought Transfiguration went all right at the time, but looking back —"
"Hermione, will you shut up, you're not the only one who's nervous!" Ron exclaimed. "And when you've got your eleven 'Outstanding' O.W.L.s..."
"Don't, don't, don't!" said Hermione. "I know I've failed everything!"
"Were you nervous about your O.W.L.s?" Harry asked Erick, he sat next to Mel and started playing with her brother.
"I was more worried about my family finding out I was talking to a muggle," He shrugged. "I had done all I could — Studied and wrote until my hands and eyes hurt, there was nothing I could do apart from waiting..."
"Erick was obsessed with getting his Prefect badge, the fifth-year examinations were a piece of cake for him, right?" Mel smiled.
"Yeah well, I really wanted to be a Prefect," He sighed. "I was an idiot..."
"You still are," Mel barely managed to cover Reg's face from the cloth Erick threw her at her remark. "Careful, you twat!"
"What happens if we fail, though?" Harry grabbed the baby, not wanting him to get hurt.
"We discuss our options with our Head of House, I asked Professor McGonagall at the end of last term," Hermione replied.
"At Beauxbatons," Fleur started, "we 'ad a different way of doing things. I think it was better. We sat our examinations after six years of study, not five, and then —"
Hermione screamed and ran to the window. Mel stood up and followed, Reggie started to cry.
"They're definitely owls," said Ron, looking out the window and gulping.
"And there are four of them," said Harry, walking up to them with the baby still in his arms.
"One for each of us," Hermione shivered. "Oh no... oh no... oh no..."
The girl gripped Ron's arm, Mel tried to quiet her brother distractedly, but she was too nervous to do it in a gentle way. Emily got closer and grabbed the baby, Erick stood next to the group.
"It's going to be okay, guys," He said simply.
"Oh shut up, what do you know?" Ron frowned.
"Oh no!" squealed Hermione, squeezing Ron's arm harder.
Mrs Weasley opened the kitchen window. Four owls landed on the table and lifted their right legs so they could grab their letters. Mel grabbed her own and ripped the envelope so fast she almost ruined the letter.
Ordinary Wizarding Level Results
Pass Grades
Mel Dumbledore Sultens has achieved:
Astronomy (O)
Care of Magical Creatures (O)
Charms (O)
Defense Against the Dark Arts (O)
Divination (P)
Herbology (E)
History of Magic (O)
Potions (O)
Transfiguration (O)
"Eight O.W.L's!" Erick had been reading over her shoulder. "That's wonderful, Mely!"
"Only failed Divination and History of Magic, and who cares about them?" Ron said brightly, showing her his letter. "Here — swap —"
Harry showed her his letter, there was only one 'O' in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but the rest was okay, all E's... and he'd gotten a 'P' on Divination like her.
"Knew you'd be top at Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ron punched Harry and Mel on the shoulders. "We've done all right, haven't we?"
"Well done!" said Mrs Weasley, ruffling Ron's hair. "Seven O.W.L.s, that's more than Fred and George got together!"
"I'm so proud of you!" Emily said, kissing Harry's cheek and hugging Mel tightly.
Erick pulled her in for an unexpected hug and lifted her from the ground, Mel laughed at his outburst.
"Hermione?" said Ginny carefully, noticing she was the only one who was quiet. "How did you do?"
"I — not bad," Hermione replied.
"Oh, come off it," Ron snatched her letter and read it quickly. "Yep — nine 'Outstandings' and one 'Exceeds Expectations' at Defense Against the Dark Arts. You're actually disappointed, aren't you?"
Hermione shook her head quietly, Mel and Harry laughed. Ron was looking at their friend with so much affection she couldn't believe she was the only one noticing.
"Well, we're N.E.W.T. students now!" grinned Ron, then he walked up to Erick and shook his hand. "Hope you're ready to welcome me in in those study sessions of yours... Godric knows I'll need them. Mum, are there any more sausages?"
Mel noticed she was still quite settled in Erick's arms and quickly moved out of his reach, patting his arm awkwardly.
"Your last year," She said. "How are you feeling?"
Erick looked at her.
"I'm not ready to say goodbye."
When the letters with their booklists arrived the morning after Harry's birthday, they had a pleasant surprise in them.
"I'm Headboy..." Erick said under his breath.
"I'm Captain!" Harry exclaimed.
The room lit up instantly, Mel got closer to examine Erick's badge and hugged him tightly, then she went to Harry.
"That gives you equal status with prefects!" Hermione was saying. "You can use our special bathroom now and everything!"
"Wow, I remember when Charlie wore one of these," said Ron. "Harry, this is so cool, you're my Captain — if you let me back on the team, I suppose, ha ha..."
"He'll let us in if he knows what's good for the team," Mel teased. "You and I are the reason why we won last year. And where was he? Playing hide in seek with Hagrid's little brother!"
"Careful, you don't want to upset your Captain," Harry joked.
"Oh, shut up," She snorted.
"Well, I don't suppose we can put off a trip to Diagon Alley much longer now you've got these," said Mrs Weasley. "We'll go on Saturday as long as your father doesn't have to go into work again. I'm not going there without him."
"Mum, d'you honestly think You-Know-Who's going to be hiding behind a bookshelf in Flourish and Blotts?"
"Fortescue and Ollivander went on holiday, did they? If you think security's a laughing matter you can stay behind and I'll get your things myself —"
"No, I wanna come, I want to see Fred and George's shop!" Ron exclaimed.
"Then you just buck up your ideas, young man, before I decide you're too immature to come with us! And that goes for returning to Hogwarts as well!"
Ron turned to look at his friends.
"Blimey... you can't even make a joke 'round here anymore..."
"Don't feel bad, you have the emotional range of a teaspoon, you can't help it!" Mel taunted, walking past him.
Mel left the burrow with her Firebolt on one shoulder, ready to go and play with her friends when she spotted Erick sitting under a tree, reading one of the books he'd borrowed from her. For some reason, she felt like talking to him even though there was nothing new to say.
"Don't you get tired of reading?" She nudged his leg. "Don't get me wrong, I love books, but summer should be spent under the sun, gaining a bit of colour..."
"I have enough colour," Erick looked up at her. "I get all sweaty under the sun — hugely unattractive, and I have a reputation to maintain."
"As the heartthrob of our group?" Mel smirked. "I thought that was my title!"
"Your title is Lady Dumbledore," He grinned.
"Leaving you alone with Fred and George in Grimmauld Place was a mistake," She sat down next to him, examining his book. "Dracula? Finally reading something else than romance and fairytales I see..."
"Dracula's kind of romantic. Sort of fairy-like as well... if you look past the blood and violence..."
"Well, sounds like something realistic for sure..."
"Oh, please, didn't you say to me years ago that life could be a fairytale and all that?"
Mel groaned, she shook her head.
"That same day you told me how hard it is to choose between emotions and duty. We can't always be happy — What was I thinking when I thought I'd get the princess's ending, anyway? I'm a witch!"
"That's not the bubbly miss I used to know," Erick raised a brow. "I understand, though. My dreams were never as pink as yours, but they were ambitious... I guess they still are, but in a prudent way..."
"It's a start," Mel leaned against the tree. "I feel like I'm rebuilding myself... It's complicated."
"That makes two of us," He sighed. "It's good to have someone that understands, right?"
Mel suddenly felt self-conscious about how close they'd become over the last few weeks. It triggered the fly or fight reaction in her. Whatever she'd done with Fred last year helped her move on from her heartache, but it didn't make her trust her romantic feelings, whatever those pesky things were.
"Everything okay?"
She felt a tingling sensation, like thunder announcing a storm. Had his eyes always looked that honey-like with the sunlight?
"Yep," Mel squeaked, standing up and grabbing her firebolt. "I want to play..."
"Sure..." Erick frowned slightly. "Yeah, go ahead..."
"Are you sure you don't want to come?"
"My hair would get messy and I'd be all out of breath! Such a nightmare..."
"That's the whiny Prince I know," Mel smiled tensely, walking away.
Diagon Alley was nothing like the bright, lousy place she used to remember. Every window had been covered with Ministry posters, Mel anxiously ran her fingers over the scars on her hand, scowling at every single banner.
Emily, Hagrid (who was there as their guard), Ron, Hermione, Harry and her went to get new robes. Ginny, Erick, Mr and Mrs Weasley decided to go and buy the books everyone needed.
No one noticed Harry Potter was passing next to them, Mel was starting to understand what it'd been like to live during the first wizarding war, and now she was living the second wave. She was slowly sinking in her own anguish when someone touched her shoulder gently.
"Don't get upset," Harry said, making eye contact. "Remember our game?" She nodded. "You want to play?"
She nodded again. He took a moment to think of a word, then he continued:
"Quidditch. Q—U— I— D..."
"D..." She whispered. "I— T— C— H."
"What's your favourite spell?"
"I..." She tilted her head. "I don't have one."
"Wise choice," He held her hand and guided her towards the next shop. "C'mon..."
Mel stared at him, Harry was acting so differently compared to last year it was almost scarier than his angry version. Still, she didn't let go of his hand until they entered the next shop. Emily went in with them, Hagrid stayed outside to watch the entrance.
"...not a child, in case you haven't noticed, Mother. I am perfectly capable of doing my shopping alone."
"Now, dear, your mother's quite right, none of us is supposed to go wandering around on our own anymore, it's nothing to do with being a child —"
"Watch where you're sticking that pin, will you!"
Draco walked out of the dressing room and stood in front of a mirror. After a second of quiet staring, he realized they were there.
"If you're wondering what the smell is, Mother," Malfoy sneered. "A Mudblood just walked in..."
"I don't think there's any need for language like that!" Madam Malkin walked out of the backroom as well. "And I don't want wands drawn in my shop either!"
The boys had their wands out, pointing at Malfoy. Hermione whispered something about ignoring the boy.
"Yeah, like you'd dare do magic out of school," Malfoy scoffed. "Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers."
"That's quite enough!" said Madam Malkin. "Madam — please —"
Narcissa Malfoy stared at Emily for a long time, then at the rest of the group.
"Put those away," she said shortly. "If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do."
"Really?" Harry stepped forward, he was as tall as the woman, and this seemed to encourage him. "Going to get a few Death Eater pals to do us in, are you?"
"Harry," Mel said in a tone of warning, Madame Malkin gasped.
"Really, you shouldn't accuse — dangerous thing to say — wands away, please!"
"Harry," Emily insisted. "Be wise..."
"I see that being Dumbledore's favourite has given you a false sense of security, Harry Potter," Narcissa smiled. "But Dumbledore won't always be there to protect you."
"Wow... look at that..." Harry looked around. "He's not here now! So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband!"
"That's enough," Mel said sternly, lowering the boy's arm.
"Don't you dare talk to my mother like that, Potter!" Malfoy tried to get close but stumbled on his long robes.
"It's all right, Draco," said Narcissa, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I expect Potter will be reunited with dear Sirius before I am reunited with Lucius."
Harry tried to raised his wand again.
"I think we've had enough useless fights!" The girl stopped him. "My uncle may not be here but I'm pretty able to stop you on my own, Harry."
"Mel's right..." Emily put a hand on his shoulder to ease him.
"I think this left sleeve could come up a little bit more," Madame Malkin said anxiously, reaching for Malfoy's robes. "Dear, let me just —"
"Ouch! Watch where you're putting your pins, woman! Mother — I don't think I want these anymore —"
"You're right, Draco," said Narcissa, "now I know the kind of scum that shops here... We'll do better at Twilfitt and Tatting's. Oh, and Sultens," She eyed Emily one last time before leaving. "Congrats on birthing another bastard..."
"Let them go," Mel said roughly to the boys, noticing they were ready to attack again.
Emily looked away while the Malfoys exited the store.
"Mum?" The girl approached the woman carefully.
"It's fine," She said quietly. "I just need a moment... I'm fine."
"Got ev'rything?" Hagrid asked them once they left the store.
"Just about... Did you see the Malfoys?"
"Yeah— Bu' they wouldn' dare make trouble in the middle o' Diagon Alley, Harry. Don' worry abou' them."
Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ginny and Erick arrived, all holding large packages.
"Everyone all right? Got your robes? Right then, we can pop in at the Apothecary and Eeylops on the way to Fred and George's — stick close, now..."
Mel remained silent the whole time they spent in the Apothecary, she picked the few ingredients for her next term and paid without focusing on what she was doing.
"How are you?" Erick caught up with her. "Harry told me what happened... You know the Malfoys are rubbish..."
Harry had sent Erick to talk to her? Instead of going himself? He was definitely keeping his distance. Which was excellent, but she didn't know why it hurt her anyway.
"I've heard it once or twice... never bothered me because I knew my father loved me, I never stopped to think about my mum..."
"What?"
"My parents never married," Mel explained. "They did everything a married couple is supposed to do... everything except marrying. They were waiting for the war to end."
"Titles are nothing unless you give them meaning, your mother knows that. Names mean nothing unless you want them to... Mel Dumbledore, that's one that'll mean great things one day."
Mel knew he was right, her parents had loved each other, and she had all the right in the world to be treated as a Dumbledore. Leon Regulus would be a Black if he wanted to, and her mother didn't need to do things like everyone else to be valid.
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was the only cheerful building left. They knew how to brighten up even the gloomiest of places. Mel felt a strong tug at the base of her stomach; she'd missed her friends.
'WHY ARE YOU WORRYING ABOUT YOU-KNOW-WHO?
U-NO-POO—
"They really know their priorities, don't they?" Erick raised a brow.
"They'll be murdered in their beds!" Mrs Weasley lamented.
"No they won't!" Ron laughed. "This is brilliant!"
Mel couldn't help feeling a bit anxious, Emily stared at the sign and smiled absently.
"Sirius would've loved this..."
With every step she took inside the loud and crowded place, her chest warmed up with memories. She'd been present for the creation of at least half of all those, it was a nice change to reminisce over something that made her happy instead of miserable and mournful.
"'One simple incantation and you will enter a top-quality, highly realistic, thirty-minute daydream," Hermione read. "Easy to fit into the average school lesson and virtually undetectable (side effects include vacant expression and minor drooling). Not for sale to under-sixteens' — You know, that really is extraordinary magic!"
"For that, Hermione, you can have one for free."
Mel turned around so fast she accidentally hit Harry's face with her hair. She jumped into Fred's arms and squeezed him as hard as she could, a pleasant wave of accomplishment washed over her when she noticed she was almost as tall as him now. Almost, the top of her head was barely reaching his nose, though.
"Good to see I've been missed," He beamed. "How are you handling our break-up, Lady? Not good I see... Listen, I'm trying to date new people, having you in my arms every time we see each other it's kind of a bad look."
"Shut up," Mel quickly cleaned her tear-stained face. "I'm sorry, I don't go around jumping on people and crying — I'm just happy to see you."
Fred ruffled her hair and offered her a handkerchief he pulled out from his pocket.
"How are you, Harry?" He reached for the boy's hand and shook it. "And what's happened to your eye, Hermione?"
"Your punching telescope."
"Oh blimey, I forgot about those! Here —" He pulled a tub of something out of another pocket and gave it to her. "Just dab it on, that bruise'll be gone within the hour. We had to find a decent bruise remover. We're testing most of our products on ourselves."
"It is safe, isn't it?" Hermione asked reluctantly.
"'Course it is! Come on, guys, I'll give you a tour. Wait —" He looked around. "Where's the Prince?"
Mel looked around as well. "He was right behind me when I walked in!"
"We'll find him," Fred put an arm around her shoulders and guided her towards a shelf. "You've grown! Try to stay like this, won't you? If my ex-girlfriend ends up being taller and prettier than me..."
"Looks like I'm halfway there!" She teased.
Harry followed them, Hermione decided to stay behind.
"Muggle magic tricks!" Fred happily pointed to the boxes on their right. "For freaks like Dad, you know, who love Muggle stuff. It's not a big earner, but we do fairly steady business, they're great novelties — Erick will love them... Oh, here's George — Ah, hello there, Prince!"
"Caught him snooping around the love potions," George smirked, his own arm around Erick, who was now taller than him. "Can you believe it? As if this twat needed one! — Blimey, lady, you're taller too! That's not fair!"
George shook hands with Harry, and Erick allowed Fred to give him a hug.
"Giving them the tour? Come through the back, guys, that's where we're making the real money — pocket anything, you— and you'll pay in more than Galleons!" George warned a boy who was trying to get edible dark marks from a tub — "they'll make anyone sick!"
George guided them to the back, Erick approached her with a worried expression.
"You've been crying."
"What?" She touched her face, but it was dry. "How do you..? Doesn't matter, I got emotional, that's all."
"Emotional?"
"I'd missed the twins, alright?" Mel replied defensively.
"You didn't even date for real..." Erick grumbled, she pretended not to hear.
"We've just developed this more serious line," Fred explained to them. "Funny how it happened..."
"You wouldn't believe how many people, even people who work at the Ministry, can't do a decent Shield Charm," George mentioned. "'Course, they didn't have you two teaching them."
"That's right... Well, we thought Shield Hats were a bit of a laugh, you know, challenge your mate to jinx you while wearing it and watch his face when the jinx just bounces off. But the Ministry bought five hundred for all its support staff! And we're still getting massive orders!"
"So we've expanded into a range of Shield Cloaks, Shield Gloves..."
"...I mean, they wouldn't help much against the Unforgivable Curses, but for minor to moderate hexes or jinxes..."
"An abrupt attack would no longer be useful," Mel said in astonishment. "Boys, this is wonderful!"
"We thought we'd get into the whole area of Defense Against the Dark Arts, because it's such a money-spinner," George nodded. "This is cool. Look, Instant Darkness Powder, we're importing it from Peru. Handy if you want to make a quick escape."
"And our Decoy Detonators are just walking off the shelves, look," said Fred. "You just drop one surreptitiously and it'll run off and make a nice loud noise out of sight, giving you a diversion if you need one.
"Impressive," Erick admitted, examining the boxes.
There was something absurd about the way Fred and George were so casually talking about their newest products. The context in which these things had been created was dark, but to them, it was just another funny experiment that had succeeded, and as crazy as it was, Mel felt hopeful. If something as bright, colourful and happy could still stand in the midst of war, then surely not everything was changing for the worst.
"Handy," said Harry.
"Here," George grabbed a fistful of the products and put a bit on the hands of the three friends.
"There's a customer out here looking for a joke cauldron, Mr Weasley and Mr Weasley," A girl said through the curtain.
Hearing the 'Mr Weasley' reminded her that time wasn't forgiving, and soon enough she would also be of age. However, this seemed terribly unimportant when so many marvellous things were happening around her.
"Right you are, Verity, I'm coming," said George. "Guys, you help yourself to anything you want, all right? No charge."
"I can't do that!" said Harry.
"And neither can we," Mel frowned, Erick nodded.
"You don't pay here," said Fred, brushing it aside.
"But —"
"You gave us our start-up loan, Harry, we haven't forgotten," said George. "Erick, your gran' got us this place and he asked for nothing in return but for us to watch over you, and that means we don't accept the money he left so you could watch after yourself. Mel," He smirked. "You're just too pretty to pay."
"Don't forget she's always believed in us! Helped while we were making half of these!" Fred added. "But yeah, being good-looking is the main reason."
Mel snorted, she was unaware of the way Erick rolled his eyes at the innocent and playful compliments.
"Take whatever you like," George shrugged, "and just remember to tell people where you got it, if they ask."
Fred led them back into the main room, Hermione and Ginny were still checking the Patented Daydream Charms.
"Haven't you girls found our special WonderWitch products yet? Follow me, ladies..."
"Oh, wow," Mel grimaced. "This looks like something Umbridge would love..."
Near the window was an array of violently pink products around which a cluster of excited girls was giggling enthusiastically. Hermione and Ginny both hung back, looking wary.
"There you go," said Fred. "Best range of love potions you'll find anywhere."
"Do they work?" Ginny asked sceptically.
"Certainly they work, for up to twenty-four hours at a time depending on the weight of the boy in question —"
"— and the attractiveness of the girl," George was suddenly once more at their side. "But we're not selling them to our sister. Not when she's already got about five boys on the go from what we've —"
"Whatever you've heard from Ron is a big fat lie," said Ginny curtly.
"Wait," Mel smirked. "Were these the potions you were examining a while ago, Prince?"
"Oh yeah," George said, a devilish grin on his face. "But he doesn't need them. Not when he's finally gaining weight and colour! I tell you, now that he's a hero he'll be having hoards of people lining up for a date!"
Mel laughed, picking up a bottle. "I'm intrigued..."
"Oh no," Fred snatched the bottle from her hand. "You give this to a boy and you'll drive him mad!"
"He'd end up in St. Mungo's for sure," George nodded solemnly.
"Sod off, you two," Mel protested. "I wasn't planning on buying it!"
"Good," said Harry and Erick at the same time.
"What's this?" Ginny asked promptly, distracting the twins.
"Guaranteed ten-second pimple vanisher," said Fred. "Excellent on everything from boils to blackheads, but don't change the subject. Are you or are you not currently going out with a boy called Dean Thomas?"
"Yes, I am. And last time I looked, he was definitely one boy, not five. What are those?"
"Pygmy Puffs," said George. "Miniature puffskeins, we can't breed them fast enough. So what about Michael Corner?"
"I dumped him, he was a bad loser — They're really cute!"
"They're fairly cuddly, yes. But you're moving through boyfriends a bit fast, aren't you?" Fred insisted.
Ginny turned to look at him, both hands on her hips and looking alarmingly similar to her mother.
"It's none of your business. And I'll thank you," She yelled to Ron, who had just appeared, "not to tell tales about me to these two!"
"That's three Galleons, nine Sickles, and a Knut," said Fred. "Cough up."
"I'm your brother!"
"And that's our stuff you're nicking. Three Galleons, nine Sickles. I'll knock off the Knut."
"But I haven't got three Galleons, nine Sickles!"
"You'd better put it back then, and mind you put it on the right shelves."
Ron dropped the boxes, yelled at Fred to put them right up his arse, and showed him his middle finger. Unfortunately, Mrs Weasley was there to witness it.
"If I see you do that again I'll jinx your fingers together!"
"Mum, can I have a Pygmy Puff?" asked Ginny.
"A what?"
"Look, they're so sweet..."
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mel and Erick suddenly had a wide view of the window. Malfoy was hurrying down the street across from theirs.
"Wonder where his mummy is?" Harry asked.
"Given her the slip by the looks of it," said Ron.
"Why, though?" said Hermione.
"Throwing a tantrum, maybe?" Erick offered.
"Get under here, quick," said Harry, pulling his Invisibility Cloak out.
"Oh — I don't know, Harry," Hermione looked towards the rest of the group.
"He's Malfoy, who cares what he's doing?" Mel frowned.
"Come on!" Ron insisted.
Erick looked over his shoulder, making sure no one was watching.
"I'll distract them," He said. "Just try to be back soon."
"Thank you," Mel whispered, disappearing under the cloak.
Next Chapter —>
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An Analysis of Castlevania (Netflix)
In response to mean words from a fren.
My dearest Castlevania simps, it is time to rise up.
My friend (who I will be attacking :)) was dissing Castlevania (szns 1-3) after my recent Trevor Badass Belmont post, so now I must indulge myself with a rant on how much I absolutely love this series. This is a five four part thing, sorta long (Sorry? but if you read then you’ll understand why I love it my friend is wrong) it has minor spoilers throughout, but it's been out for a while so, proceed with caution ig.
TL:DR at the bottom folks.
One: The Nostalgia
When I was a (small) kid, my uncle was a senior in high school. (I think, I don’t exactly remember.) He loved video games and he’s part of the reason I love them today. Mostly I only ever watched him play things like Halo, but one day he was playing this 2-D, fight game, killing monsters and kicking butt. (as he described it.) And later he let me take a turn, and I couldn’t exactly tell you I knew what I was doing, but I remember how awesome I felt as some 7 year old kicking vampire arse. Now, I get to see those characters again as a young adult and it brings me back, especially the kicking monster butt parts, which brings me to...
Two: The Fight Scenes
(Light Spoilers) HOLY MOTHER OF GOODNESS, if you would have told 7 year old me, “this is going to be a badass anime one day and you’re going to squeal with excitement,” I would have laughed in your face. But I’m not laughing now. If you’ve watched it then you just know. From Sypha and MAGIC (I stan so hard lemme tell you) And Trevor WITH THE WHIPSSS (Szn 3 Episode 9 THAT SCENE Ashshishgishguhsi) And Alucard WITH MAGIC AND MAGIC SWORD (YES) And just Isaac (Whom we love to hate and hate to love) And all of the Vamps and their kool little fighting quirks. I just love love love how amazing, fast paced, and epic the fight scenes are. And it never felt incorrect. i.e. yeah Cypher uses magic and she always seems to never never run out of stamina, but to me it made sense, she’s trained for her whole life, always on the road and there are times when she does look appropriately winded. @ my friend Or Isaac, he’s powerful yes absolutely, but we still see his human weakness. @ my friend(I think this goes for all humans when compared to the Vamps and Monsters tho...)
Three: The Animation
Can I just say that this is one of the most aesthetically beautiful anime I’ve seen in a while. Like the fight scenes, for instance, when fire engulfs a lot of the screen it looks beautiful. Okay that wasn’t very specific, here, in fight scenes, the lines change. If you look, you’ll notice in intense fight scenes the lines getting harder, intenser I suppose, it therefore adds that intensity. (Especially by season 3.{Szn 3 episode 9, dual whips got me drippin fam XD}) But it was also so smooth and elegant (Hi I really love the fight scenes in this show. :)) On small details: the details in Dracula's castle and Alucard's hold under Gre- that city whose name I cannot spell. Not only that, but the scenery, my particular favorite: When Isaac is ‘forging’ his first set of monsters when he’s out on his own. I’m a sucker for the way from a distance those red flames (flames?) shot up into the sky, it was just *chef’s kiss* in the scenery department, just ahhhh :
Oh, speaking of Isaac, it’s time to get on to important, meatier things...
Four: Characters
First off, the villains/antagonists are not just evil to be evil. (Unless you’re Carmilla... :| ... I mean ig she thinks she’s justified bc hello, she’s fighting for her peoples... and I mean, she’s badass, but I sorta have to side with humans? idk) Big Daddy Baddy Drac isn’t just “I vant to suck your blood,” his pain is real. I mean, losing the only person you ever truly loved? Heartbreak. Isaac and Hector both have totally a plausible and low-key understandable reasons for their actions. Okay it’s not an excuse for their bad behavior, but the way they respond to Drac. And, back to Carmilla, can we just stan the four Queens that rule. The four ruler thing they have going is Genius! It’s brilliant, they share their acquired and unique skills and there’s no mans to ruin plans. @ my friend
Edit: Yo I didn't even touch on our two sibling bastards from szn 3. Lol. They are great manipulators, you can feel the betrayal hurt just as bad. They're the jerks that you LoVE to HATE >:(
And The side characters and minor antagonist give the story life. They aren't just blown off characters who don't promote the plot @ my friend. They add depth, perspective, atmosphere and life into the story. Some may not be particularly necessary, or may not need all the character building they were given, but none of it felt forced. It made sense with the story and the interactions they had with other characters flowed and was natural. Yeah, that was brief, but ya get the point.
And importantly, our protagonists.
Trevor Belmont, technically the main protagonist and center for the for the entire story. His character instantly pops of the page as a reluctant hero, but one that is so damn good at his job. His emotions are believable, it's fairly easy to sympathize with him and he is a vibrant character that you can easily follow along with. See the badass Belmont post ✨ here ✨
Sypha Belnades has easily become one of my most favorite heroines. Her personality, physicality and entire character are so vivid and colorful. She is a believably strong character who does not deserve the resentment she gets from @ my friend. I admire the steps that her character has gotten to take in the story and I am so excited for more Sypha. Also ✨ M a g i c ✨
Lastly, Alucard, our troubled, half vampire son who deserves the world and a hug. He is introduced as the badass immortal that we love to see, but seeing how he has to deal with well, everything, is why I so love the writers. They gave us a dynamic in which we get to see someone, who at first didn't care or need for interaction with others slowly realize how much he needed it. And you can see the stages of his development through each episode. It's lovely. He also doesn't deserve the hate my friend gives him. Also, ✨ Tiddies ✨ (I'm so sorry omg)
And Extra ! Extra ! they are all attractive, like have you even seen an unattractive face in any of the characters with surplus screen time? Sure they may not be your type (@ my friend) but they each have their good looking qualities.
Five(ish): Dynamics/Relationships
I'm lazy and can't write another paragraph lol, but point is. Everything in the amazing show flows together so well. Nothing feels awkward or forced, and more importantly everything has a cause and effect factor for other things. Maybe not directly, but it's there. And everything will come crashing together soon, can't ya feel it? As for relationships b/t characters, well, what can I say, they work so well, are unakward, and have me begging for more.
TL:DR:
This show is beautiful and amazing, both in animation and writing quality. Characters pop of the screen as do the scenes. Fight scenes = Epic. Villains = Important + Badass. Characters = Relatable. Writing = Good. Scenes = Pretty. Hotel = Trivago.
And I didn't even get into the details. Smh.
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, I hope you had a good time @ my friend
#castlevania s3#castlevania#rant#it's so good i could rant for hours#im so sorry this is long lolol#trevor belmont#sypha belnades#dracula#alucard#adrien tepes#blood tw#monster blood but hey i gotchu
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moo shu to go
alright, i remember parts of this episode, and i know there's a jalec conflict (and by jalec i mean purely friendship). i’ll be honest, there isn’t much to comment on except clary’s dumbassery and a jalec conflict. thus, not much to unpack either.
right off the bat, i have a theory. so right after the whole memory demon s*itstorm that happened in the last episode, clary sees the whole vision thing. now they don't really show us what happens after so here's my theory:
so obv, clary yells for jace and gives him the rundown of what she just saw. very conveniently, alec shows up. now, it’s possible that jace yelled for him too, but the more likely and more attractive notion is that he came to apologise to clary about what happened with the memory demon (see previous episode)
after writing this, a more unpleasant theory occurred to me. so in the books, alec threatens clary to not out him to jace. however, i have pushed that unbidden and incredibly unattractive theory out.
alright, so we see the first traces of the jalec conflict emerge here. so as soon as alec hears about valentine speaking to clary through the necklace, you can kinda see him panic a l’il inside. instantly he starts interrogating her a little too aggressively. i love this bit, particularly cause you kinda start to see the shadowhunter part of him.
it’s also part of why i think moo shu to go is one of the more important episodes in the season. you start to see alec on his own, independent of jace.
and clary’s getting hyper again. this matchstick needs to calm down and think. she finally has another possible lead and they desperately need to know where valentine is. on top of that, a nuclear power plant isn’t exactly obvious, but there are identifiable traits in it.
ugh, i need to go to my happy place.
okay, i’m back. clary has unnecessary attitude here. sure, alec’s being abrasive, but he’s trying to help and her emotions are clouding what little she can still remember from the vision. i mean, he asks her what she saw and her only response is ‘valentine has my mother, that’s what i saw.’ like yeah, clary, we know that. anything else?
ofc she likes jace’s idea. except that it would have all fallen apart if raphael hadn’t handed simon over. plus jace’s idea to get to valentine would’ve gotten them killed.
‘vampires. bored, decadent, self-involved vampires.’ ha! raphael would not appreciate that language (though it does explain a lot about camille)
also is she seriously comparing his hare-brained scheme to save simon from the vamps to trying to capture valentine?
‘he can’t be handled by 3 and a half shadowhunters’ i mean is he wrong though?
also jace is just casually holding a spear in the background.
this next scene just unpacks why i love izzy so much.
first off, how well she understands alec. she knows the pressures her older brother’s under but also how abrasive he can be towards others, especially to strangers. which leads into my next point
despite understanding alec’s intentions, she still decided to find clary, knowing the latter probably didn’t understand the consequences. izzy’s empathy in the show makes her so much more likeable than the way she’s characterised in the books.
even more importantly though, she’s shown in the beginning to be this free, wild spirit who doesn’t know what the word ‘consequence’ means. but here you start to see that she does understand the implications of their unsanctioned missions. right here when she talks to clary, you can see how izzy is beautiful, wild, confident and smart but overall just a beautiful soul.
final point on izzy: she knows exactly how to cheer up clary. she knows in this moment, they have no plan, and that they’re gonna need time to figure things out. instead, she gets clary to focus on what her mom is like.
ooh, maryse’s entrance. instant badass vibes. i like it. also kinda terrified.
first of all, whoever came up with costuming and hair did a brilliant job.
second, maryse really offsets jocelyn after we hear about the whole ‘more like a friend than a mom’.
third, the way she brushes past both of them kinda gives you an insight into how the lightwood siblings’ childhood was.
four, why is it that despite alec being the acting head of the institute, maryse instantly goes for jace? guess we’ll see...
‘shadowhunters aren’t big huggers.’ maryse proceeds to hug jace
again window into alec’s childhood with the instant life lesson; ‘You should be prepared, whether you expect me or not’.
also alec’s little ‘I am. We are.’
i feel really bad for alec and izzy right here. let’s recap:
izzy’s getting scolded for having a friend in the downworld, in other words, sleeping with meliorn to get information. clearly maryse doesn’t condone this, perhaps because of the risks or the blatant morality questions that come with this.
alec’s role as head of the institute has turned into the Fairchild babysitter, he’s getting shade for being unprepared and you start to see why alec was so uptight all season.
meanwhile jace, who has limited expectations on him considering that he’s adopted, is seen to be consistently doing well. it’s not really his fault, i presume, considering that he never really had much of the responsibility for the institute. all of jace’s decision are actually alec’s in the eyes of the clave. to them it looks like alec can’t maintain control and is instead approving unsanctioned missions
clary, for some reason, is still involved in their discussion despite this clearly being a lightwood family matter. literally anyone else would have excused themselves. reason #13 why i hate clary fairchild. everything has to be about her.
oh, what a surprise, clary fairchild being shocked by another family’s drama. first of all, personally i was always taught to respect another family’s relationship chemistry. every family is different, every parent has a different style. clearly clary’s mother was more libertarian in her parenting style, which is great for her. except she’s missing the fact where the lightwoods are a high-status family with an institute to run. alec was consistently groomed to follow the rules and take over the institute. clary’s mom was much more libertarian except when it came to clary’s safety. moving on...
‘what did you do to piss off your mom?’ ummmmm.... who’s gonna tell her? oh wait, alec does nvm
‘I'd guess, for a start all the unsanctioned missions on your behalf didn't go over that big with the Clave.’ this little quip along with izzy’s speech before really combine in this episode. hopefully she understands that she’s a part of something bigger than herself with real-time consequences on her new ‘friends’.
okay, i have to admit, i love how jace know something’s up with alec. and that his assumption is that alec threw my leather jacket in the washing machine. again, just with this one line,
alec does laundry which for some reason is really funny
he’s thrown jace’s leather jacket in the machine before
clearly when he did it, jace must have gotten pissed off if he assumes alec’s wounded face is ‘cause of that
okay, i refuse to believe that jace is this dumb. even clary understood that the guy is gay, how is it feasible that jace hasn’t figured this out yet?
alec’s nervous smile after this little scene
i love alec and clary’s fight scene, just cause a) i get to see clary knocked on her ass and that’s just a different kind of joy and b) i feel like it’s so cathartic for alec
also if she’s saying that all a leader does is make decisions, i need to take a very deep breath. the leader is popularly misconceived as aspects of power, popularity, showmanship and wisdom. what a true leader has is vision, long-term planning skills and uses these to accomplish goals. in this setting, we have to add another criterion; protection. alec is meant to be a leader, but he’s still subordinate to the clave. and as for his decisions, clary doesn’t respect them because they don’t service her. alec’s decisions have to be made for the good of the institute, not for clary, another reason why she constantly undermines his authority. on top of that, she expects him to stand up to his mother, which would be perfectly reasonable except for the little, tiny detail in which maryse lightwood is head of the new york conclave. if he debates her decisions, if he doesn’t follow her orders, they’re all screwed. and that’s the difference between him and jace.
that’s not to say jace doesn’t make sound decisions. the way they stormed pandemonium and the hotel dumort with just the 3/4 of them is admirable. but while jace makes sound decisions on each mission, on each battle, alec has to make decisions on the war against valentine.
okay, these next lines should reealy grind my gears but i can’t be mad. so clary essentially tells alec that he needs to find valentine and stop him. ‘i need to find valentine and help save my mother.’ and then he kicks her ass and says ‘you need to work on your defence.’
‘what’s the big thought on not thinking?’ hahaha!
omg my two babies. s1 malec is so adorable. also, ‘you seem... sympathetic.’ really? he’s been alive for centuries and the best he could come up with is sympathetic? and why does the matchstick keep disappearing?
alec just yeeting through the institute to find clary is so funny
‘what’s the point of an invisibility rune if you don’t keep your phone on silent?’ excellent question.
also how did alec know she was at the brooklyn academy of arts? she didn’t leave anything to track so did he just, like, pay attention to who she was and guess? i mean it is canon that he has a fantastic memory for people. book!magnus mentions he loves the beach ONCE and alec remembers it for their wedding. mindblowing! (i’ve just realised how low the bar is)
‘mundanes. look at them. running around like ants.’ i can’t be mad at that. it’s actually very accurate. also, i know where this is going and my heart is palpitating.
oh ma gawd she said it. *face-palm* why would you say something like that? he already doesn’t like you. it’s like she’s trying to get him to hate her. did she actually say ‘busted, no?’ i really wanna slap her. can i slap her? just a l’il?
i mean, at least he didn’t threaten to kill her? i don’t even... i don’t even know what to say. i’ll probably rant about it after.
okay, i have to say this. valentine is smart af. picking chernobyl was genius with the only mundanes around willing to do whatever it takes to cure their cancer. i thought it was genius because noone would think to look there, but this. evil genius. i feel so bad for them.
haha. ‘world’s been ending for a thousand years. you get used to it.’
simon jumps up onto a ladder. ‘have you been doing parkour or something?’
‘climbing a fire escape excites mundanes. i’ll never understand these people.’ as lovely and unoffensive as that sentiment is, it’s a little clunky in my opinion but it’s alec so eh. not really out of character for him.
ooh nooo, simon. alec’s starting to get suspicious.
‘you were engaged? i’m almost certain i don’t want to hear this story’ but... simon tells it anyway.
‘She was protecting you.’
‘Let's see how well that worked.’
‘You're alive, aren't you?’ good point
okay, so i have to make one point about my archer boy before we go ahead. i kinda feel like alec’s reeally misunderstood by simon and clary. like the way he treats them is curt, sometimes arrogant and a l’il abrasive. but despite that he really does care about their wellbeing. you can see it in the way he pushes simon out of the way. while simon construes his behaviour as offensive and taking him for granted but i think in reality he’s protecting simon. jocelyn’s been careful enough to burn down clary’s room so there’s reason to believe that there might be booby traps or some kind of protection spell around it. he does it again when they hear something behind them. he just instinctively moves in front of them.
noo, don’t leave them alec. not good. on the other hand, archer boy!!
also they never actually sprint. it kinda feels weird that way they all run, like they’re afraid they’re gonna hit the camera or smth. idk how to explain it.
dear lord, the jalec conflict is coming and i want to curl up into a ball and cry. but also punch a wall at the same time.
so something i wanna address is how clary doesn’t realise that her actions, though they are hers, are attributed to the people around her. she sneaks out of the institute and that action is attributed by jace to alec. in simpler terms, he blames alec for clary sneaking out of the institute which izzy picks up on. ( ‘and yet you’re blaming our dear brother? fascinating’) and alec blames himself for it too, which isn’t great either. reason #31 why i dislike clary fairchild. the consequences of her irresponsible actions fall on the people around her.
my god, jace can be savage sometimes. so something they’ve established later on in the show is that you can only track someone if they’re on land. seeing as clary and simon have been taken to the docks, technically they’re not on land. so obviously the tracking isn’t gonna work, but jace doesn’t realise this (obv, since he doesn’t know or can’t predict she’s on water).
something else i should point out. jace is using a charred sketch to track clary when they have her bag RIGHT THERE.
first he blames alec for clary sneaking out of the institute. then he blames him for her getting kidnapped (which, i have to admit, maybe he should have stayed inside with them and then gone out as a group rather than secure the fire escape which is what he would normally do with jace and izzy). but then he says stuff i can’t forgive him for: ‘Then maybe your mother was right, and your best is just isn't good enough.’ that stings.
‘why do i keep getting kidnapped?’ that’s true. hasn’t the kid been through enough?
haha, inexpensive cocktails.
it always strikes me that these scenes happen after dusk. why? does it really take them that long to get there?
when did they teach her runes?
the way she holds the stele like it’s a wand. ridiculous. ‘you know you can’t cast spells with that thing?’ every time people say patronising stuff like this, i always start getting mad, but then i remember that none of this would’ve happened if she’d just stay put at the institute.
the way luke manhandles her is so funny. she’s like a rag doll.
poor luke. just got beat up by jace for saving clary
izzy is a queen PERIOD. ‘i’m getting seriously sick of saving your life.’ ‘i am not.’ i mean getting kidnapped would be worth it if you got to be rescued by the lightwood siblings.
do they seriously have to keep hugging each other? they’re right outside a werewolf den.
‘i didn’t screw up everything.’ technically he didn’t screw up anything. none of this would have happened if clary had just listened to him.
i also love how the lightwood siblings all instinctively touch simon to pull him back as the werewolves approach.
just the series of dialogues
alec: he’s challenging the alpha
clary: he’s helping us
simon: or cutting in line to kill us.
has clary not watched twilight? it’s like her questions get dumber every episode.
another thing i hate about jace; he says in the beginning that clary is his responsibility but then refuses to clean up her messes, telling alec and isabelle to report back to maryse who is not going to be happy.
the first time i watched the ending i was kinda disappointed. not by the luke plotline, just by the choice of song. soldier, by fleurie, is a masterpiece and i just feel like they wasted such a good song.
well, thank the lord that’s over. i hate watching jalec fight because they’re so good when they’re on the same side. ep 6 coming up
#shadowhunters#alec#alec lightwood#izzy#isabelle#isabelle lighwood#jace#jace wayland#clary#clary fray#clary fairchild#anti clary fray#anti clary fairchild#anti clary#anti jace
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For the WIP thing, the Alex/Willie/Reggie one? I'm in love with them 😍
Ahhh I love this fic and I really wish I had the inspiration to finish it!
omg I’m the worst at writing summaries I don’t even know how to describe this I’ve already gone back and deleted and rewritten this so many times
Okay so this is about poor Reggie feeling really unattractive and insecure about his body, and even though he’s been a little bit in love with both Willie and Alex ever since he met them, he’s never done anything about it.
Then one day Reggie ends up out in the rain and gets soaking wet and freezing cold so Willex take him to bed and warm him up with their body heat. Willie casually mentions something about fantasies that start like this, and Alex gets flustered because they shouldn’t be telling Reggie about that, and Reggie’s just confused. Why would two super hot people - who are dating each other - want him in bed with them?
Because they love him, of course. Because they actually think Reggie is attractive but also he’s lovely and friendly and supportive and makes them laugh, and they tell him that. And then everyone kisses and maybe they fall asleep together. But whatever it ends with, there’s happiness and love for them all <3
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Got, greysnow and jon snow (very basic and expected lol)
Hi nonnie, thank you very much for the ask! I did already answer Greysnow and Jon in previous asks, but I did save answering GoT for yours 😊
001 - Send me a fandom and I will tell you:
• favourite character
THEON GREYJOY (surprise surprise)
• least favourite character
Petyr Baelish. From the start his sleazy, creepy behaviour made me loathe him with the power of a thousand deathrays. I swear my soul trembled in ecstasy when he finally met his demise.
• 5 favourite ships (canon or non-canon)
canon: Jon/Ygritte, Jaime/Brienne, Sam/Gilly, Arya/Gendry, Jon/Tormund (YES IT IS CANON 😛)
non-canon: Theon/Jon, Jon/Robb, Theon/Robb, Theon/Jon/Robb... is there a pattern? 🤔 Yara/Daenerys!
• character I find most attractive
Kit Jon. Which is curious bc I'm normally into really tall, really thick dudes (Jason Momoa is pretty much perfection), but oh dear Kit's Jon's face is just. ugh. And the way he moves. And his voice. And his buttocks ok I'll stop 🙈
• character I would marry
Robb. Apart from the whole red wedding business he's definitely the most eligible man in Westeros :)
• character I would be best friends with
I'd love to be Yara's best friend. Hang out with her and hope some of her badassery bleeds down onto not very badass me lol
• a random thought
I am still laughing about myself, watching the first few episodes (after refusing to have anything to do with the series for the first six years it was out) and thinking to myself, goddammit that one dude really looks an awful lot like Boromir. It honestly took me three episodes until I had the lightbulb moment - omg it IS Boromir 😱😂
• an unpopular opinion
I will always love Game of Thrones. It'll always be this Big Fandom Thing in my life, despite later seasons, despite the many screw-ups, despite everything.
• my canon OTP
Jon and Ygritte, no competition. Jon with her was so different, so playful and happy and relaxed and NORMAL oh gods that still hurts
• my non-canon OTP
Greysnow. Snowjoy. JonxTheon. Did I already mention TheonxJon?
• most badass character
I'll go with the Arya&Hound duo infernale – each in their own way. Arya - well I don't really think I have to explain why Arya is badass. And the Hound, ah, the Hound... I do think everything about his story arc is badass, but the most badass thing he did was probably NOT hitting Sansa when Joffrey said he should (I don't even remember, was that in the show too? Or just the books?)
• most epic villain
Ah, well. Hm. Epic. In the end maybe I'll have to say Bran lol puppet master... no idk. There were many villains but epic... I'll go with D&D 😏
• pairing i'm not a fan of
Jonerys. For me personally I could never see a spark between them, idk. It felt forced and yeah we all expected it blablabla *sigh* tedious
• character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another)
let me phrase it like this: who didn't they screw up and over in one way or another? But for the sake of answering the question I'll tell you which screw-up hurt me the most... Euron. He's the epic villain GoT is missing, in the books he is the worst/best of all of them. He is glorious, an absolute madman, and I'm falia-flowering madly everytime I see fanart of him. Don't get me wrong, I really love Pilou Asbæk, but show Euron didn't have any more in common with book Euron than the name. A cartoonish, flat, ridiculous scarecrow *sigh*
• favourite friendship
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm maybe Dany and Missandei. They are just. They trust each other so much and I do think, despite their master/servant positions it never really feels like it? It just feels as if they're two parts of the same organism - Dany just happens to be the more visible part.
• character I most identify with
Ugh. Oh well. Brienne, I fear. Like, I've been conventionally unattractive my whole life (not tall but fat) and I do know the ridicule and the pranks and the bets and all of that. And I do understand the tendency to swear my sword and life and undying loyalty to whoever utters a kind word in my direction. Where's my Lannister hunk, I have to ask 🤨
• character I wish I could be
huh. Podrick, I think. And no, NOT because of the whores, he just always seems so merry and hopeful and positive and he comes out of it alive and well, so yeah, let me be Pod 😁
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Hi! I just came across your blog but I just wanted to say I think it’s hilarious how you mention how all your naruhina friends was shocked that narusaku wasn’t canon, and how I reacted the same way lolol (I’m also naruhina fan). But I also wanted to say as a naruhina fan I 100% agree with your anti naruhina part 1
Part 2 and why I hate kishimoto and naruto (it’s partially why I’m glad I never caught up to shippuden after the pein arc but I still lose because I suffered through the disrespect of naruhina and their character’s development). But tbh I never shipped narusaku b/c I never felt like Sakura was ever in love with him but I just figured they automatically end up to together because they’re the hero and heroine because that’s just how works (except w/ like anthem of the heart)
P 3 but I also thought it end up w/ the story completed with closure but w/ a cliff hanger canon ship too b/c naruto never came off as focus on romance at all & figured be like hey let’s call it a wrap. Tbh would’ve preferred it so there wouldn’t be so much hate amongst everyone in the fandom. Also sorry for bringing up naruhina but I just wanted to let you know you’re not alone on your view points b/c I feel the same way about the way ship was handled
P 4 so sorry for so many asks (this the last one I swear) but tbh even though I used be a NaruHina shipper I think and also ship SasuNaru and they should’ve been end game. But I also love SasuHina and SakuHina and a lot of ships also but since NaruSaku & NaruHina get all the hate I wanted to know how you feel about these two ships? (P.s I hope didn’t sound like I was anti NaruSaku b/c I’m not, I can’t really have an full opinion since I never finished Naruto lol)
P 5 Ok I’m super sorry but I was looking further into your blog and well now you don’t have to answer my SasuHina question lol (omg I can’t believe you’re a NaruSaku and a SasuSaku that ships SasuHina like every shipper of those two I’ve so far hate SasuHina but then again just hate Hinata period). But I saw a few other things you’ve said I’d like to comment on like I totally agree with that SasuSaku ask you answered about how Sakura becomes immature to Sasuke even after her development and etc
P 6 & when Sasuke is brought up is the only time when I really dislike Sakura b/c it ruins her character but other than that I love her & also I only half agree with you on Sakura being a relatable b/c i don’t see how Sakura being canonly labeled the most beautiful girl in Konoha & being top of her class & haveing tons of admirers is relatable at all
P 7 (I’m sorry but there’s a ask word limit) but I don’t see how Hinata was made to be so desirable when she gets so much hate for being plain looking & get called ugly for it. Like I know a lot people say it’s only b/c of her body she get attentions but not a lot of people actually like boobs or cares when it comes to attraction & the fact that she was given big boobs was just so people can even considered attractive is fucked up b/c even Kishi didn’t think she was
P 8 but yeah everything else you about Sakura’s character is true & it’s why I love her so much but at same time she’s not 100% relatable b/c everyone knows Sakura is pretty, & popular when it comes to boys but being pretty gives you privilege & is why Sakura got such great development & is the most loved female character. Ugly girls don’t get a happy story like her & unattractive girls never go as far as prettier one’s b/c they aren’t given the opportunities instead
oh god almighty . . . people still care about naruto???
basically i just wanna clarify that the things you are bringing up are a good 3-5 years old lmao so honestly i don’t care/stand for a lot of ship-related things you mentioned. I will however give you a brief respond regarding Sakura not being relatable.
Sakura being the most beautiful and popular wasn’t exactly a narrative that was pushed to the viewers throughout the manga, nor was it something that defined her character. It might’ve been more relevant in the genin days when she cared about having long hair and being pretty, but that was something that she overcame in the forest of death when she cut her hair off to protect naruto and sasuke. After that she didn’t care much for her appearance if you ask me. I find Sakura to be incredibly relatable and good example in that sense, but also when it comes to her other flaws. She has a short temper, she misjudged people ( Lee and Naruto ) , she had to constantly compare herself to Naruto and Sasuke while training under Tsunade , she made a lot of mistakes , she’s not very likable amongst the fandom. In an interview Kishimoto even explained that Sakura and Lee are the most human characters out of the bunch. SO, Sakura is indeed relatable and she has a LOT of human flaws which can make viewers dislike her. Ironically, to me that’s what makes her interesting. Not to mention, the more people hate her because of double standards, the more it makes me like her lmao. One example is that people can praise Hinata for attempting to fight Neji or Pain despite failing, but they’ll call Sakura useless just for appearing on screen. See my point here? I’m not trying to pit these characters against each other, i just find it quite irritating that people do. Hinata is definitely more likable to an audience because of her soft-spoken nature and her crush on naruto. She is also one of the characters that is easy to pity and sympathize with imo. Also, she certainly doesn’t have a bland or boring look to her? I find her very pretty! I think that’s just something they like to describe her as but not really portray her as lol
i didn’t wanna be a dick and ignore your messages because it really seemed like you put time into it, but tbh i really dont care about naruto related stuff these days. Thank you for writing to me though !
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RCD Appreciation Week Day 6 Prompt
(Matt Rodriguez x Addison Sinclaire) with the day's given prompt concerning side characters of Red Carpet Diaries.
(Matt x Addison) A Choices Red Carpet Diaries Fan Fiction one shot
A/N I realized I have never had these two meet in a storyline. I always start them well after they are close. I thought I might spice things up a bit with showing their first encounter and falling for one another.
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Crushing It
"I can do this." Addison repeated over and over, and what the heck, over once more. She carried a few possible outfits toward a trailer sitting back behind a sound stage.
She took a deep breath and tried to prepare herself at meeting for the first time an actual real life movie star. "Be cool." She commanded herself. "No giggling or drooling allowed!"
Just as she went to knock, the door opened.
OMG!!! HE'S BETTER LOOKING IN PERSON! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!? Her mind screamed at her. "Hi!" Her voice squeaked. "I um..." Say something! Her brain commanded as the part that controled her lips failed to register. You look so stupid right now! Say anything before he figures out what a fangirl you are!
Matt smiled warmly at her. "You must be the new costume designer. Can I help you with those?" He reached over and took some of the hangers from her.
"No, yes, I mean..." She had to tear her eyes from his face. Get it together Sinclaire! "I am the new girl and thank you for helping. I'm Addison."
Oh. My. Look at that smile. And it's directed at me. Brain functions turning to mush. Body slowly melting at his cuteness.
She smiled back at him while walking inside. Matt's trailer was simple in design. The only luxuries were the plush comfortable furniture everywhere, most likely to help recover from strenuous action scenes. Possibly shirtless action scenes.
"Which do you want me to try on first?" Matt asked.
Addison set the clothes down and focused on her new job. She picked some shirt and pant combos then debated on others. Matt's smile grew with her finally becoming less nervous and just a tad bossy.
At one point, she helped him take off a shirt she decided was the wrong color for his golden skin tone. Her fingers brushed against his chiseled abs snapping her back to the fact that she was undressing Matt Rodriguez, the very man she had kept a poster of above her bed in college.
Matt noticed the blush suddenly appear on her cheeks and the slight shaking of her hands. She was reverting back to the one he had first met. He wasn't sure which was cuter on her, the shy nervous miss or the miniature blonde Napoleon.
"Which color do think looks best on me? He asked to help her refocus.
She slowly lifted her eyes up his torso. "Er...mostly warm but there are a few in the cool colors you can wear."
"Isn't every color cool if I wear it?" He teased.
Addison giggled and nearly threw herself out the window when she snorted in a very unattractive way while giggling. Granted it would have only been like a six foot drop, but maybe the bruises would snap her out of this high school crush rapidly developing.
"I think this is the one." She handed him a snug dark blue t-shirt. The soft material outlined every aspect his trainer had made him work on.
"Wow." She mumbled. Her eyes met his and she blushed some more. "Are you allowed to eat carbs?" Why don't you just blurt out every thought? Perhaps throw in a couple of embarrassing stories from childhood next time.
"Allowed? No." His lips curved into a sheepish smile. "But I dream about them every night."
Addison nearly doubled over laughing at his exaggerated longing expression. He mocked being hurt at her making light of his passionate love for breads and pastas.
"When the movie is finished, I promise to take you out for an all you can eat carb night on the town." Her smile glowed with how easy it was becoming to talk to him. His ability to make fun of himself made him so incredibly adorable.
"You know I am going to hold you to that." Matt walked over to a calendar he had on the wall. "Phil promised me that we should be done shooting in another six weeks." He circled the week in red and wrote PDA across it.
"PDA?" Her blue eyes widened.
"Pasta Date with Addison." He told her with a wink. There was a knock on his trailer door for him to come to the set. "Thanks again for taking the time to find me clothes that don't make me look like some run of the mill action star. Most that have handed me outfits in the past did not even try to see what works best. They just threw a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt at me."
Addison smiled proudly. "You're the first person I've gotten to dress since I graduated. I can't have you look like everybody else."
"I'm you're first? But you act like you've done this before!" His smile glowed as he encouraged her on his way out. "See you soon, Addison."
She gathered the discarded clothes and followed him out. The director's assistant complimented him on how he looked for a scene. Matt gave Addison all the credit without realizing she was a few steps behind him. She wanted to drop the clothes and hug him for being so sweet.
"And I thought I loved him before I met him." She said to herself. "
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Four years later...
"Matt, will you hurry up! I've got three other people to dress." Addison reached over and quickly began to unbutton the packet of buttons on his pants.
"Sorry. I've never worn period clothing before and am having trouble figuring it out." He mumbled while pulling a shirt over his head.
She shook her head while pulling his pants down.
"Addison!" He ripped the shirt off. His hair was sticking out at odd angles. "Could you wait a minute and let me do that?"
"I've seen you in your underwear before." She muttered. "We've been friends like forever. I promise not to ogle you."
Matt squirmed at her hands helping him undress. This was the only part he hated about working with her. He knew one day his body was going to betray how he felt about her. Removing his pants was something she didn't need to do unless she planned on changing their relationship status.
Addison gathered the clothing and grinned at the blush covering his cheeks. He is such a sweetheart. He is still so modest after all this time. She loved working with him. He made the days so much more fun.
"I'll be back to help you dress for the next scene." She promised, leaving before he had a chance to tell her that wasn't necessary.
He groaned and collapsed face down on the couch in his trailer. Doing a historical romance was more challenging than he anticipated. Thomas was teaching him so much about the depth of subtly in acting. Holly had written a screenplay he found interesting. Addison had created costumes that were already garnering nominations. He loved the fact that he was working with both actors and behind the scenes people that were his true friends.
But Addison was also a little something more. She just didn't know it yet. His crush had grown over the years to love. Needing her assistance more so than usual to dress in these elaborate military outfits was going to end up ruining their friendship. He needed to confess his feelings and be done with it.
Addison walked in on Victoria going through some lines with Holly. She eyed the glittering ice blue silk ballgown and nodded in approval. Everything was where it was supposed to be.
"Need anything?" She asked.
Victoria grimaced. "Will you check on Chadley. He thought a cravat was a type of carrot. His disappointment will ruin the next scene."
Addison choked back a laugh as she backed out of the dressing room. Holly caught up with her a few moments later.
"I see Matt's clothes clutched lovingly in your arms." Holly teased. "Finally got him naked, huh?"
"Holly!" Addison hissed checking to see if anyone overheard her.
"Please. We all know." Holly rolled her eyes. "You started crushing on him when you crossed the California state line."
"I did not." Addison protested. It happened...huh. It was when she came here for college.
"You did too." Holly corrected. "And if I were a lady who bets, I would bet a large amount that you're feelings would not be unwelcomed."
Addison was as red as the jacket she held. "Look, my feelings for Matt are perfectly fine in the friend zone."
"Really?" Holly narrowed her eyes. "So it wouldn't bother you that Victoria ran into Pippa Majors and she plans on stopping by the set later for a visit?"
"Why would that bother me?" Addison asked.
"Because she specifically asked if Matt would be here."
"Oh." Addison's shoulders drooped.
"Good thing you don't mind her coming. I think she is going to ask him to be her plus one to Marcus's wedding." Holly studied her friend closely for a spark of temper. She hoped her prodding would spur her into action.
"I...I gotta check on Chadley." Addison hurried away.
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A few hours later...
"Hey Holly. Have you seen Addison?" Matt asked. "She promised to help me dress for the next scene."
"She must still be with Chadley." Holly glanced at the handsome actor taking a sip of water. "I think they make a cute couple."
Matt spit his water out. He coughed, apologized to the poor grip he spit on, and cleared his throat. "What?"
"I think Chadley has a crush on her." Holly continued innocently. "Addison thinks he is a sweetheart. I think they could possibly be together if I encouraged them both."
Matt was adamantly shaking his head. "No. They would not be good together."
"Why not?" Holly ignored the look Thomas gave her as he overheard their conversation. "They are both genuinely kind. Chadley might be lacking in the brains department but he is a very handsome guy. Addison is as sweet as she is cute. I can't think of two people more meant to be together."
Matt paled. He caught a glimpse of Addison squeezing Chadley's hand as she left his trailer. Whatever he said had her smiling and waving goodbye.
Holly followed his gaze and prodded some more. "Can you think of a better match for her?"
"I..." Matt's usual pleasant expression hardened as he walked off without another word spoken.
"Nicely done." Thomas remarked as he passed his notes to her.
Holly grinned. "I thought so too."
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Another hour after that...
Matt paced his trailer. Thoughts and possible outcomes flickered through his mind, angering him. "Come in." He barked.
Addison paused in the doorway. "You okay?"
"Yes." He snapped.
Her crystal clear blue eyes reflected the shock and slight hurt she felt over his tone. "I'll just leave these here."
"Addison, wait." Matt rubbed his hands over his face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you." He sat down, motioning for her to join him
She came back in and gently rubbed his back. "What's wrong?"
Matt swallowed nervously. "I'm in love."
NO!!! NOT PIPPA! Her brain screamed. "Oh? That's...that's great."
"No it isn't." Matt muttered. "She doesn't feel the same."
"I bet she does." Addison rolled her eyes. That jerk Pippa is probably playing hard to get.
"She likes Chadley." His eyes focused on her face.
"Who would ever choose Chadley over you?" Addison covered her mouth at her own outburst. "Don't get me wrong he is a sweetie, but seriously...I mean, have you met you? You're literally the best guy ever. You got it all. The body, the heart, the brains...you're the whole package, Matt. If Pippa can't see that, then she is a bigger idiot than I thought."
Matt nearly whooped with relief until she brought up Pippa. "What does Pippa have to do with anything?"
"Aren't you taking her to Marcus's wedding?" Her puzzeled expression caused his own.
"No. I had planned on asking you to go with me, but I didn't want to interrupt the time you could be spending with Chadley." His puzzlement grew as her brow furrowed even more.
"Why would I do that? Don't get me wrong I like him as a friend, but he is better in small doses." Addison slowly smiled. "You were going to ask me to be your date for the wedding?"
Matt's sheepish grin appeared. "Yeah. Would you like to go with me?"
"Yes, I would." She wondered if he realized how close he was to her now.
Matt leaned even nearer. "Would you like to have dinner with me after the shoot?"
She nodded, lowering her eyes to his lips.
They barely brushed her cheek. Matt's arms wrapped around her as he ever so slowly kissed her.
Her touch was just as gentle. Her mind though...well...
"GET SOME GIRL!"
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You're so right about the Will Roland fanart problems. It seems like back when Will Roland was only known for Jared people were way more proWill because he could be their funny meme boi who ate bathbombs but now that he's a lead with all these emotional songs it's like God forbid he's not their "twink bby". Idk it annoys me so much especially when people draw the rest of the Broadway cast and still use WillC or do an animatic with WillRs voice and WillCs character ugh like. Accept the Roland pls
lmao we are all just out here grabbing the mic like “attention all bastards: Look, just because will roland isn’t your ideal fancast for most adorable twink of the year - “
really like, i have never come across any signs of there having been any pattern in the deh fandom of ~taking issue~ with will’s Abilities to sing or play the part of a struggling teen or whatever like what crops up re: him being the lead in bmc.....it also is unsurprising yet disappointing that like, jared and alana are so easily completely ignored, but when they Are acknowledged it’s super flattened interpretations like, either they’re both hypocritical jerks (just based on evan’s gfy accusations basically lol) or if they’re actually viewed in a positive way it’s just like, alana is your friendly local Model Student and jared is memes and neither of them are in the way! :3
you litrally cannot ignore jeremy the Whole Entire Main Character tho and also like. can’t ignore the fact that caring about jeremy as a Romantique Lead is ahhh important to many ppl in the fanbase? so him being regarded as ~less cute~ is more of an Issue b/c the character must be taken seriously and is the sympathetic hero and has a lot more solo material / more of Any material / more focus than jared does in deh.........you Have To Look At Him and care about his actual feelings and not just misinterpret the character as “has no serious emotions b/c he doesn’t say serious things in a serious tone” the way ppl misinterpret jared. there’s the assumption that someone who is good / sympathetic should also be attractive / cute / Personally Appealing To Look At and that wasn’t as much a conflict when ppl didn’t think it was important to sympathize / care about / pay attention to jared too much, and the “conflict” of caring abt jeremy’s capacity for a romantic relationship but that’s less important if he’s not as Cute also not being as much an issue when most people don’t care about jared’s romantic feelings or think that they exist despite jared being in love with evan But Anyways
like it is wild the things people will just make up to “justify” their Dislike for will, which has only manifested as apparent Issues thanks to him playing jeremy rather than jared........there’s the classic “mm idk i don’t think he can sing that well” approach which like. some people are just trying to say they do not like the inherent descriptive qualities of his voice, which is more nasal obviously and don’t anyone come in here with the “Actually the Technical definition of Nasal re Vocals is” b/c we know what i mean, alright? nasal voices are not considered ~serious~ and there’s the kneejerk dumb-annoying-loser-nerd association. god knows that jeremy heere canNot have characteristics that could be automatically judged as irritating and unappealing. then there’s the notion that He doesn’t have the (vocal) range!! which like. do you honestly think they would cast someone who doesn’t have the correct range. you’re aware that will roland was being considered for the part of jeremy in the two river run up to the last round of callbacks. you know that the song that was literally written expressly to suit will roland’s individual voice and singing abilities makes use of his falsetto which people go “omg he can’t hit those high notes” except sometimes when they misattribute his falsetto to other singers they suddenly find it worth complimenting. and then you get people who like, want to subscribe to this softened version of it and get all backhanded like “oh i think will’s vocals are improving whew that’s good” in any random video and always Only single him out apparently like. did you think he gets worse with experience? you don’t wanna talk about any of these other professional singers improving or worsening or anything? only wanna give ur assessment of william’s huh
honestly i for real haven’t seen the 1.0 version b/c i’m here via will roland in the first place & i’ve never gotten the impression that there’s some Essential Content i’m missing out on by having only seen 2.0........but between a) people complaining that will r’s jeremy is Too Frustrated He Shouldn’t Be That Angry It Makes Him Less Sympathetic and b) saying just as a point of comparison betwixt the depictions that will r’s jeremy is more frustrated and c) i haven’t read That much bmc fic but people sure talk about jeremy being like five seconds away from bursting into tears at any given moment which like, okay yeah aren’t we all, but also i presume this stems from will c’s apparently Sadder portrayal of jeremy. i almost forgot where i was going with this one but i think it’s just that yeah people truly take issue with will r’s jeremy being more frustrated and it’s like you realize there’s no Right or Wrong portrayal / interpretation even if you prefer one for whatever reasons......theatre just is Like that.......you have a slightly different portrayal during ever performance even from the same actors, and you’ll often have different actors playing the role........yeah people usually are attached to the first performance they see / have that as their Standard and that’s fine, it’s just like, you don’t have to decide that’s an Objective view and that you have Objective issues with everyone else’s take. 1.0 is still there for you
uhhhh oh yeah and the whole Clout idea lmao......people really putting themselves out there shaking their heads at the supposed fact that will was cast for the off bway run to Boost Popularity b/c he was part of the deh obc......besides the whole thing that it’s hardly likely that would’ve been considered necessary anyhow, there’s the little thing that a) again, will roland had already been very seriously considered for the part even before will connolly was decided on for the original run and b) like.....these people had been collaborating for eons and you really think will roland only popped into their minds thanks to being in deh....and c) joe iconis has repeatedly said they specifically did Not want to cast people based on who was Known enough and whose names would be good for marketing and d) maybe anyone has noticed that the marketing never involved any mention of anyone in the cast? no? cool. and yet people like so truly think they’re Wise to ~real reason~ that they’d go and cast will roland as the lead. like people are making shit up and really just thinking it’s true b/c they Want it to be true b/c they Want to be validated in having actual contempt for will’s casting despite the “issue” being that he doesn’t seem as Likeable (worthy of sympathy...cough...) thanks to his deemed-unattractive looks and sweetly-adenoidal voice and more-frustrated portrayal all seeming less cute or whatever
and i mean i haven’t seen it crop up of late but the one particular Grasping At Straws ~justification~ for will being unworthy of the part thanks to perceived acting/singing incompetence which is soooo wild is when people are like “ough i Hate when he just holds his arms out when he sings” like fmslkdj if anything that’s just an individual quirk and the fact that it was something you noticed means you just latched on to it as potential fodder for “the fact i registered this information abt someone whose existence i Resent means it distracted me which means i hate it and it’s bad”...like another thing he does with his hands while singing is when he makes the loose claws and kind of half crosses his arms in front of his chest! where are the complaints about that?? nowhere, b/c people have not really processed it as a particular thing, so they can’t deem it a Particular Thing To Criticize. people sometimes Notice that his jared talks with his hands a lot, which will says is an acting choice that came from an unconscious tendency, but people really only bring it up to juxtapose will’s jared’s dramatic tendencies and nervous habits with sky’s jared’s more outwardly still and smoothed-over behavior. aka they don’t Complain about it or deem it a weakness / bad thing. and yet people caring about bmc are really jumping on that chance to be like oh ugh there he goes again, having a characteristic i associate with him as an individual, disgusting, can’t believe will connolly was murdered for this..
it’s a bit clearer too with bmc moreso than deh that people aren’t super willing to accept how will roland Looks b/c like, thanks to will connolly’s jeremy having the long hair thing you can Tell The Difference In Which Actor Is Represented when ppl draw the character even if the rest of the features are kind of “generic” (and how even the costuming isn’t a dead giveaway since ppl will draw connolly jeremy in 2.0/3.0′s outfits) and it even serves to specify the actor in writing format too if they mention the hair lol........and honestly?? this fact is one of the most damning things lol in that people the reason so many ppl continue to produce connolly-based jeremys is Not because for whatever reason they can’t / it’s too difficult to draw a will roland lookin jeremy......like a lot of the time The trait which serves to distinguish between the two is the hair thing. people are adopting jeremy’s new costuming and stuff but choosing to make sure we know that jeremy does not Look like will roland and the clearest indicator of this is the longer hair thing......which also means that for many people the main effort they’d need to exert to make it clear they’re drawing wrol jeremy would just be to....shorten the hair. And Yet!!!! it is apparently beyond people to do this
like uh nice on making a lgw animatic but really.........really we’re gonna take the song that is specifically from the 2.0 / 3.0 runs, so it’s obvious we’re Accepting that non-1.0 content, okay......and we’re Accepting will roland’s vocals, which, a person’s voice is a physical trait of theirs too, same as The Existence Of Their Body........and yet jeremy Cannot Look Like How Will Roland Looks, that’s too far, can’t do that. we can take material from the specific versions the actor was cast in, that material being a song written specifically for this individual actor’s voice, in the form of this actor’s actual vocals......but can’t have the depicted image of jeremy be based on this actor’s appearance..............of all the......
really all that it is is that more people find will connolly more attractive than will roland and this makes them feel like will roland Is Worse and then the people who just run with that either just embrace that and are crashing around on public forums saying Lol i hate him cuz he’s ugly lmao....and then you have people who don’t wanna do that but don’t wanna actually examine why they ~take issue~ with will being cast and so they’ve gotta leap on any Other things about him that feel more acceptable / Objective like oh the portrayal is “Wrong” (that’s not how this works) or he can’t sing well enough (yeah he can) or high enough (yeah he can) or he was stunt cast (no he wasn’t) or they wanna label every characteristic / trait they can think up that Isn’t his physical appearance as Annoying And Bad like. maybe stop and ask why you find it SO pressing that this other actor has the part and it Must be objectively inferior if not ruinous for reasons you gotta invent about him being incompetent cuz it’s better to make stuff up about how a professional actor isn’t good enough for a part than to say you don’t think he’s cute enough and are bothered by that
it didn’t matter as much to people when they viewed his character as either Just A Joke or Just A Jerk or flat-out disposable material. being attractive is for serious sympathetic beloved characters, natch
unfortunately jeremy can’t be written off as The Unimportant Meme Friend With No Real Feelings so now there’s a whole problem if an actor is not as cute
like b/c of the way he looks ppl can accept that a character played by will roland can be funny or can be rude or can really not be too important to take seriously / consider complex or sympathetic or likeable beyond being a walking Running Joke, but when it comes to a sympathetic main character whose emotional state is so important it’s practically assigned a character and who’s a romantic lead? now people have a problem with him looking the way will roland does
#''grandma poison water SNAPPED'' post but it's me going off about people's campaign of insisting they dislike his casting for Totally Valid#and the common tendency to reject him in particular out of all 2.0 / 3.0 changes#won't draw him won't write him won't let him be the jeremy in the song written for him!#i'm not gonna beat around the bush on this topic. like it is just Nonsense#and it's all b/c people can't examine their kneejerk displeasure at jeremy being ~downgraded~ to a guy whose appearance they deem less attra#Anonymous
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Nickname;
Just Steph, really. Oh, and “Sis” by my family.
How many piercings do you have, and where?
2: 1 in each earlobe.
What color are your eyes?
Brown.
And hair?
Naturally dark brown, but I dye it red.
Does orange look good on you? Can you pull it off?
I don’t think any color looks good on me, but anyway I do have a couple orange shirts.
What do you do when it storms and the power’s out all night?
That’s never happened, but I imagine I would just read on my phone or listen to Spotify until I fell asleep.
What do you do with yourself when you’re at the beach?
My mom, brother, and I like to go and just relax and chill. We don’t even really talk a whole lot, we just kinda zone out. She and my brother usually are lying down with headphones in or taking a nap while tanning, and I just get lost watching the ocean crash in and out and listening to the sound it makes. I just soak it all in. I love it.
Are you shy, or no?
Very.
Have you ever been to St. Augustine?
Nope.
Have you ever been to Ocala?
Nope.
Have you ever just been to Florida?
Nope.
What about Indiana?
Nope.
Are you nosey?
I mean, sometimes I want the “tea” as the kids say about certain things lol. I’ll see a vague status or tweet or something and want to know what it’s in reference to. I’m more nosey when it comes to celebrity gossip stuff, though.
Do you “pry”?
Well, like with my family I might ask about something in a general way and see what they offer up themselves. If I can tell they don’t want to talk about something then I don’t push it. If it’s someone I don’t know well then no, I don’t ask about it. I am guilty of trying to piece it together myself based on other tweets/statuses when possible, though... :x
Why does everyone hate Justin Bieber so much?
He did some stupid, douchey things in the past, but it seems he’s grown up now and living the married life.
What’s your favorite commercial?
I don’t care much for commercials.
Do you find me annoying, yet?
No.
Who has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen?
Alexander Skarsgard. I’m also quite envious of Paris Jackson’s eyes.
When’s the last time you pulled an all-nighter?
I don’t recall. I don’t think I have at all this year thus far. They used to be pretty common for me, but now I can barely stay up until like 2.
What were you doing?
During my all nighters? Just watching TV and on Tumblr and/or doing surveys, mostly. Sometimes I played The Sims or colored.
Purple on guys; Yes, or no?
I don’t care.
Do you like Boys Like Girls?
I was really into them at one point. Hero/Heroine was my favorite of theirs.
Do you actually try everything on before you buy it?
I never do that. I rarely have an issue with something not fitting right anyway.
Do you ever actually check the price?
Always. I’m not rollin’ in the deep where I can just spend willy nilly.
What’s your favorite candle scent?
I really love autumnal scented ones like Bath & Body Works has.
Have you ever known anyone with a dog blind in one eye?
My dog, Brandie, became blind during the last 3 years of her life due to diabetes.
You do, now. Sortof.
Ah.
Have you ever been friends with a forgein exchanged student?
I don’t think I knew any.
Was it sad when they went back to… wherever they came from?
Have you ever been given any sort of ring?
Yes, as gifts from my parents. The last one I received was a college class ring.
Do you know anyone that works at a tattoo shop?
Nope.
If you HAD to get a tattoo, what would it be, and where?
I’ve wanted ‘free bird’ tattooed on my inner wrist for several years.
Do you own any lockets or charm bracelets?
Yeah.
The last dress you were in; What’d it look like?
It’s white and teal.
Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?
I never got into it.
What’s your favorite nickname of yours?
Like I said, I only have 2.
What’s one of yours that you HATE?
I don’t hate any of them.
Maple or hazelnut flavoring?
I like both.
What’s your favorite Coke product?
Coke.
What’s the brand of your cell-phone, and the color?
A coral Apple iPhone XR.
What’s your favorite body-part on the opposite sex?
I find that hands can be pretty attractive.
Are you now, or have you ever been, a cheerleader?
Nope.
Have you heard any of Eminem’s new Recovery songs?
They’re not new now, but yeah.
Favorite song lyrics;
In general? I have too many.
Watergun or water-balloon war?
Water gun, I guess. I never enjoyed being hit with a water balloon.
Have you ever watched Ugly Betty?
I think I saw bits here and there.
Would running into your ex right now be painful?
It’d just be painfully awkward.
What’s the most annoying sound, ever?
* Anything loud and beeping and repetitive. I also get rlly aggravated when the television is turned up too loud <<< Same! And eating sounds, like smacking, sucking, slurping.... aljfklsflsdfljks
Are you typo-proned?
No, but it happens sometimes.
How do you feel about Lady GaGa?
I like some of her songs.
Are the rumors about her true?
What rumors?
Are you friends with any “trolls”?
No.
What would you get a boyfriend for his 17th birthday?
I’m 30 years old, I wouldn’t be dating a 17 year old or have any idea what to suggest as a gift for one for someone else.
Does your hair have a mind of it’s own?
It does seem that way. It’s very annoying.
Is Dane Cook really all that funny? I don’t think he is.
I’m not that familiar with his comedy.
Do you watch Glee?
Nope.
Do you ever shop at Fredflare.com?
Nope. I’ve never even heard of it.
Do you happen to know anyone named Matty? (Matthew or Matt will suffice)
No.
What’s he like?
Are you always hyper?
I’m never hyper.
Do you know anyone that’s afraid of elevators?
Not severely, but I kind of am, which sucks because I have to use them.
Do you like country music?
Yeah, some.
Y'know. Like, “my mule left me for my sheepdog”; that sorta thing
Har har.
Do you know any scenesters?!??
Is that still a thing? I wouldn’t know, I’m old and out of the loop.
Has any guy ever forgotten your name so often and exclusively that he just started calling you “girl”?
Wow, no.
Did you have to have braces for awhile, too? :[
Yes, but not for my teeth.
Kisses on your cheek, or forehead?
I think forehead kisses are cute if they’re from a guy I’m interested in.
When’s the last time you wore facepaint? What’d it look like?
I don’t recall.
Do you still have a teddy-bear lying around somewhere?
Not a teddy bear, but several giraffe stuffed animals all around my room.
Are you a good-speller?
I think so.
Do you over-analyze everything, like me?
Yeppp.
Have you ever rode on the back of a moped?
No.
Do like Frank Sinatra?
I like a couple of his songs.
What about Cap'n Jazz?
I’m not familiar with them.
Is there anything in your room that belongs to a boyfriend, or a friend of the opposite sex?
Nope.
What’s the brand of the computer or laptop that you’re on?
Apple.
Are you sitting on your bed? Or a spinny chair??
I’m on my bed.
Anyone you can’t get off your mind?
No.
Have a “bone to pick” with anyone?
Nah.
What does love feel like?
Warm and fuzzy. haha.
Who’s your favorite Beatle?
I don’t have one. I’m not a big Beatles fan. Like, I like some of their songs, but eh.
Does it annoy the hell out of you when people smoke around you?
Ugh, yes.
Do you like guys with long-ish hair?
I personally like short hair on guys.
How do you talk when you’re drunk?
I usually became quite chatty.
Have you ever texted an ex whilst drunk? How’d that go?
Yeah. I don’t really remember how the conversation went, that was several years ago now.
What do you order at Starbucks?
Usually a venti white chocolate mocha with soy, sometimes a caramel macchiato with soy. During the fall and winter I like to get some of the seasonal drinks. Except for pumpkin spice. I know, I know. Shocking, right?
Penn Station or Subway?
I’ve never been to Penn Station, so I’ll go with Subway.
People with addictions are weak. Brutal truth, or “falsies”?
I wouldn’t say that at all.
Do you have a “gunkle”, like me? [:
No.
The underwear you’re wearing right now; Describe it.
They’re blue.
When’s the last time you were on a swing?
Not since I was a kid sometime.
Whose hand did you last squeeze?
My doggo’s.
Have you ever actually tied string around a finger?
Yes.
Wouldn’t that be difficult?
It wasn’t that hard.
Have you ever been in a cornfield with a boylyfriend? (:
“Boylyfriend”... And no.
Does baby talk annoy you?
No.
What’s the last thing you wrote (or drew) on yourself?
*shrug* That would have been a long time ago.
Can you walk straight in heels?
I can’t do that at all.
Do you like Eskimo kisses?
Sure.
When’s the last time you sat (or did anything, I guess) on a rooftop?
Never. I’d be way too scared to ever do that.
Have you ever heard anyone call kissing “swappin’ spit”?
Yeah.
Do you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss your boyfriend?
No boyfriend. If I had one, they’d have to bend down to kiss me.
Or, have you had to before?
Think about your ex. Just do it. How do you feel?
I don’t really feel anything regarding them.
When’s the last time you lied in bed with the opposite sex. Who was it?
I’ve never done that, actually.
Have you ever been tackle-hugged? (:
Yeah.
Have you ever been tackle-hugged into a pool with all your clothes on?
Omg, no. That would be very shitty thing to do since I can’t swim and I’m in a wheelchair.
Do you own any heart-shaped glasses?
Nope.
Do you have any photographs on your walls?
Yes.
Do you own an Ugly Doll? [:
No. I’ve never heard of those...
Do you overuse :)s, like me?
Nah. I don’t go emoji crazy.
Do you overuse the word “like”, or “amazing”?
Probably “like.”
Do you have any crowns?
No.
Brunette dudes with bleach blonde hair are utterly unattractive. Yes?
They can be.
Is there anyone that you “see yourself in”, so to speak?
No.
What’d you last use scissors for?
I don’t remember.
Have you ever rejected someone’s kiss before?
Yes.
How well’d that go over with him? (Or her, I’m not judging)
They just kept asking for one.
Are you really over him, or are you just a great liar?
I’m over any guy I’ve had feelings for the past.
Whose grave did you last visit?
My family members who have passed away have been cremated.
Do you have any polaroids? (pictures)
Yeah, several.
How many photo-albums do you have?
A few.
Do you scrapbook?
Yes.
Have you ever made a PostSecret book?
Nope.
Have you ever seen The Upside Down Show?
No.
Is it something children should really watch?
I don’t know what it is.
What about The Wiggles?
I’ve seen parts of it before when my brother was little and yeah I recall it being fine for kids to watch.
“Fruit salad, yummy, yummy.”
Name a song that gives you goosebumps.
Hmm.
Is it wrong to call things “gay”?
I think it’s insulting.
What’s the most terrifying thing you’ve ever been through?
Almost dying.
Is there really such thing as a “chemical imbalance”?
Uh, yes.
Is love really just a chemical reaction?
Sure.
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