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honestly i'll forever die on the hill that bruce becomes one of those people who just makes others comfortable , has a good heart , and isn't afraid to be compassionate/sweet. like !!! i will die on that hill. that he is NOTHING like what you thought he'd be.
#. / ooc. selena says !#reeves if you dont do this i'll riot#i've played him awkward+alien for so long#and now i get to explore him being 'bruce'#the feminine nature of him ???#amazing#tbh the emo isn't off either#bc he has so many feelings
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Hiiii!!! I’m relatively new to ALNST (as in I watched it all in one go in one night and cried) and I was wondering if you have any opinions or information about this,
What do you think about Till and Sua’s relationship? Do you think they’d share anything in common? Do you think they’d like each other? I’d like to think there’s at least one thing they share in common that’s led to be on good terms.
Sorry this is a bit long, thank you!
First of all, thank you anon. I've had thoughts on this for a while! Thanks for giving me a chance to talk about it!
Till and Sua don't often interact in canon, so it's pretty easy to assume that Sua would hate Till's guts because of his crush on Mizi (especially since that art of Mizi playing with Till includes Sua looking jealous on the side, sulking in the next page).
But something to note about the characters in ALNST is that they're actually quite respectful of each other despite the crush conflict (further seen by Ivan and Mizi being very friendly despite Ivan knowing Till loves Mizi). Everyone in the garden knew Till had a crush on Mizi, the goodbye notes state that it was very obvious.
Yet despite that one instance of Sua pouting at Mizi and Till together, Sua is never shown to dislike Till. In fact, she seems to be more conflicted with Ivan instead. In the few official arts we have of them together, they seem pretty neutral.
(Sua's collar is green, showing she's comfortable/doesn't mind Till. Till's collar is orange most likely because he's a little nervous/awkward.)
In the official Anakt Kit goodbye letters, Till and Sua write messages to each other. They're short and seem more of a polite gesture than an actual goodbye between friends, but nothenless it shows that they're pretty amicable. Till writes that Sua has a nice voice and that he hopes she gets a high score in Alien Stage, while Sua tells him to take care and that she'll see him there.
I think that Sua and Till actually have the potential to be pretty good friends, strangely enough.
As for similarities, there are quite a few!
The most significant similarity I see between Till and Sua is that they're both deeply sensitive. Due to this, they've developed different defense mechanisms in order to protect their feelings.
Till is actually known to be timid, rather closed off and "cold" to others. In an early stream, he's even stated to be the most timid character of the cast. He only reveals his energetic and fiery side when he's putting his full passion into something like performing his music, when he's provoked, or whenever Mizi is involved (she makes him "strong", the creators say). Of course this standoffish and aggressive behavior is a front for his softer, more vulnerable feelings. He was heavily mistreated as a child, which led him to become distrustful of most people. This plus other factors regarding his rebellious nature and more eccentric personality result in him being a "friendless idiot". Of course, once people get to know him they'll find that Till is actually quite the sweetheart, albeit a bit awkward.
Sua is quite similar in this way. The creators describe her as soft-hearted, which is why she tears up so quickly in the IvanSua comic and the aforementioned art of Till and Mizi playing together.
Sua, just like Till, seems to be mistreated by her alien guardian. Although to a less violent extent than Guardian Urak, Sua's parent is seen to aggressively handle her without care, grabbing her by the head and shoving her forward. She's also placed in uncomfortable clothing and neglected without consideration for her own feelings. It may be due to this cold and lonely upbringing that Sua learned to hide her emotions as a coping mechanism.
It's been said that getting to know more about Sua is very difficult, as she's closed off and only ever opens up to Mizi. She seems cold on the surface, but the truth is she is hiding her sensitivity so that she won't get hurt. Sua is also very timid in nature, seen in how she only writes in the corners of people's yearbook pages with small font, putting in extra effort to not take up too much space.
But just like Till, Sua has her bolder side. Occasionally she's known to say very blunt and suprising things that other people would not expect of her, and she feels very deeply for the people she cares about. Sua may be the more cool and collected half of MiziSua, but we must not forget that she was tender-hearted to the point where she could not imagine living a life without Mizi in it, thus her sacrifice.
Both Sua and Till's original colors are white, and both are the only characters in the main cast who have ear piercings/earrings. They're both prone to tears and play the role of "god" in their respective relationships.
Something I really like about the ALNST offrec/actor AU is that among all the characters, Till and Sua were chosen to be the seniors!! I found it really cute! Sua, who is the most petite and smallest of the cast + Till, who in canon is the youngest in age. These two are actually the experienced seniors of the actor AU! It's so fun to me lol
Anyways, sorry for all of this, maybe it was a bit much, haha. Till and Sua are my two favorites, and I've always seen similarities between the two of them. I think there's similarities across several of the characters in ALNST, actually, which I hope to talk about in the future!
Thank you for the ask!!
#ANYWAYS THIS IS THE START OF MY IVANMIZI/TILLSUA BESTIES AGENDA#alnst#alien stage#alien stage till#alien stage sua#asks
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pls pls plssss y/n x concept dib plsss I love him so muchhh
This will be hard bc like, i barely looked into the concept dib 😐 but i will try my best to do this 😠 im devoted 😘 anyways enjoy (hopefully i got this right). i've also been sick im not lying i fucking threw up everywhere in my bathroom and i had to clean it up bc my dad couldn't handle the smell💀
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The bell rang throughout the school, signifying that school ended.
Grabbing your things and packing them in your bag and laughing with your friends as you walked out of the school was refreshing. Better then, sitting in that stuffy old classroom, Ms. Bitters claims are the best environment to learn in.
Opening the school door and walking outside to the cement ground. You sighed, getting your phone out, trying to call your dad. But, he never answered.
"God dammit." You mutter under your breath.
Your dad was probably drunk at home sleeping. Which means you had to walk home. That also means you had to walk the direction of the weird kids. Dib, and gaz.
Walking down the sidewalk, humming to yourself, thinking about random shit that popped up in your head. You looked up, smiling at the trees. Fall was taking over the plants. Everyone was decorating their house with halloween stuff. Pumpkins everywhere, jack-o-lanterns glowing from the candle illuminating the inside.
The peace wasn't that admired for very long when you heard a throat clear behind you. Which made you jump out of your skin. You looked behind you and saw the one and only Dib membrane.
"JESUS Dib! How long were you there for?!" You asked creeped out. He looked at you with a blank stare.
"Not for very long. I was just wondering why you were staring at the Halloween decorations at the houses." Dib said with a monotone voice. You stared at him with confusion.
"Because they're pretty?" You said bewildered. How could anyone not like halloween decorations?
"Oh, well. I was wondering if you wanted to walk together. I-if you want to." He said pink cheeks now forming under is ocular glasses.
"Um, why?" You asked. You guys barely talk. Plus, he was one of the weird kids, and if you were seen with him, it could ruin your reputation.
"You seem nice." He said calmly. His face was still cotton candy pink, but it was.....cute.
'Wait....WHAT?!' You thought to yourself. Why would you think he's cute? He's the son of Professor Membrane. Also, his weird cowlick haircut. His beautiful sparkly brown chocolate eyes.... and his beautiful pink face when he talks to you. Also, his monotone voice. Like he doesn't care about anythin-
'Stop.' You thought to yourself.
"Fine. Just dont be weird and talk about alien shit." You said with a pleading look in your eye.
"I won't." Dib said, walking up to you. Now by your side. He glanced to you ever now and then. You could tell this was awkward, so you decided to spark a conversation.
"So, where's your sister? Normally, i see she walks with you home?" You asked curiously.
"Oh, she's at school she had detention because she played her piggy slave game in class and got in trouble." He said with a hint of disappointment in his tone.
"Oh, so she got caught?" You said laughing a little.
"Yep." He answered.
After walking a little bit, you guys finally got to your destination
"Well, goodbye y/n." Dib said waving at you.
You looked up and waved.
"Goodbye Dib!" You said with a gentle smile splayed on your face.
And with that, you walk into your home awaiting the next day to see Dib.
#dib membrane#invader zim#gaz membrane#dib membrane x reader#invader zim x reader#jthm nny#jthm johnny#johnny the homicidal maniac x reader#johnny the homicidal maniac
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Okay, about halfway through my Evangelion rewatch, and I swear to God this show has taken over my life. Like, even though I've seen it before and recently watched the Rebuild films, it's just clicked with me in a way that hasn't happened in a very long time, and I am loving it.
Anyway.
One thing that I noticed is that while the show gets off on a very depressing note that shines a spotlight on Shinji's problems, from the agony he experiences while piloting the Eva to his crippling depression and everything, once he makes the decision to stay, the tone shifts. Like, all those issues don't really go away fully, but for a little bit, the show gets a lot more lighthearted, becoming almost a traditional giant robots fighting aliens-type show. Shinji's mental health improves exponentially, he forms several healthy relationships, he actually does rather well as a pilot, and things seem to be on the upswing for him.
And then Asuka shows up and...actually, things sort of get better?
Okay, let me explain. The first time I watched this show like fifteen years ago, I couldn't stand Asuka. I thought that she was an entitled, insecure brat, and her treatment of Shinji and Rei was totally uncalled for. However, now that I've experienced this story in both of its entireties, processed all the characters and the complexities of their portrayals, and experienced various interpretations of them through various fanfics, doujins, spin-offs, etc., revisiting the original Asuka that spawned all of these reactions is...honestly, it's not nearly as bad as I remember. Yeah, she's still an insecure brat, but I get it now. And her beef with Shinji and Rei comes from her literally being groomed to be the best Eva pilot imaginable while being traumatized by her mother's suicide, leading her to see the other two pilots as both a threat to her position as well as disappointments for not living up to her standards, hence her hostile treatment of them. Even still, we see that facade crack and she does display moments of genuine kindness and comradery with them.
Also, later events have caused people to view Shinji as something of the most extreme of doormats, but for now, he actually isn't? Like, okay, he's still kind of a pushover, but he does get frustrated, he does push back against Asuka, he does snap and start arguing. At the same time, you can also seem them trying to connect in their highly damaged, kind of awkward ways. It's not working, but you see the attempt, and overall, their dynamic does get played more for laughs and slapstick, at least in the early stages.
Of course, all of that goes out the window later on when everyone gets SOOOO much worse, but for now, it's nice to see these kids' relationship in it's healthiest stage. That scene where they all sit on the hill watching the stars together was honestly adorable, as well as Asuka deliberately eschewing a fancy steak dinner in favor of a trip to a ramen shack so Rei could participate.
As for me being ride or die for a poly ending for this trio, was it at all changed by revisiting the source material? Haha, NOPE! If anything, it was strengthened, given that all three have their unique dynamics with each other instead of the tired cliche of two people fighting over a third and it's all like, "Oh, who will they choose?" Y'ALL HAVE TWO HANDS APIECE!
Though on a more deeply personal side, I think that's why I've had Evangelion infest my mind like it has as of late. I just sort of relate to Shinji, Rei, and Asuka a whole bunch and see aspects of myself in all three, and I just kind of want them to be happy together, but, in this timeline at least, I know that that's not meant to be.
Speaking of complicated characters, Touji and Kensuke certainly are that, because on the one hand, they are kind of best boys in how ride or die they are for Shinji, basically becoming the close friends that he definitely needed and going out of their way to check in on him and support him and stick up for him.
On the other hand, they are also selling creep shots of Asuka and their other female classmates. Like, okay, 90's Japan culture and how that gets played for laughs back then, I get it. Still, not cool, guys. But I guess it just goes with the theme of how these are all messy individuals kind of stumbling their way through their messy lives, and everyone has their good and bad qualities.
Another observations. The virus takeover episode was one of the series' finest, as the whole bottle episode thing where the adults have to solve a unique problem while the pilots were otherwise out of the picture made for a great change of pace and was tense as hell. The dancing episode is a fan favorite for a reason and must've made the AsuShin ship explode early on.
Also, I know that we're supposed to hate the JSSDF because their rep was kind of a jerk to Misato and put down NERV and all (plus the later massacre in the movie), but to be honest, now knowing what we know about NERV and the Evangelions, he was kind of right in everything he was criticizing them about? And the fact that Jet Alone was deliberately sabotaged by NERV in a sort of petty dick-waving contest only puts them in a worse light. Honestly, if the two organizations had actually behaved like adults and cooperated, things might've gone so much better.
But then again, Gendo's got to Gendo, what with SEELE and their whole agenda and everything.
And on a more critical side!
Okay, I've said my piece about all of the weird creep shots in the Rebuild movies and how distracting and, well, uncomfortable they were. Like, okay, I know this whole series is low-key horny, and using Misato for some cheesecake shots, that's fine. But, like I said about Toji and Kensuke's creepy photo business...yeah. It's not as bad as it was in the Rebuild movies, which really took things way over the top, but it's still there.
And honestly, some of it you can get away with. Like, I don't have an issue with the scene between Shinji and Rei in the apartment, or Shinji ogling the girls in their swimsuits, or overhearing Asuka and Misato in the hotspring and having a reaction, because he's a repressed kid full of hormones in a very stressful situation. It makes sense that he would be like that. Same with Asuka's flirty side and how she hangs off of Kaji in a very inappropriate manner. Or Rei's lack of inhibitions. All of these make sense for their characters. I don't even have a problem with how Misato teases Shinji, because she's portrayed as somewhat of an emotionally stunted womanchild.
But when it's not from his or anyone else's point of view and you're just showing fanservice shots of your explicitly underaged characters, it gets kind of, well...
Okay, the point I'm making is...was there like a specific reason for the nude sync test? At all? Did it serve the plot in any way? Yeah, you need them in the plugs to get them out of the way so that the grown-ups could have an episode, but c'mon. Was it really necessary other than to get shots of them naked in their cockpits? Even from a character standpoint, I think Asuka at the very least would have protested more!
I dunno, I know it's a rampant problem in anime and always has been and you kind of need some level of tolerance, but that scene in particular did stand out as a great big, "Why is this happening?" Maybe if it had actually led to something it'd be better, but it didn't.
But Evangelion has always been messy and complicated, and that little bug aside, it's easy to see why it captured so many people's attention when it first came out and still does to this day. Hell, it's definitely consumed my every waking moment as of late.
However, Rei's little existential crisis is any indication, I'm approaching the part where things get really weird, so, that'll be...interesting.
#neon genesis evangelion#shinji ikari#asuka langley soryu#rei ayanami#misato katsuragi#analysis#eva spoilers
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I've been writing Space Ghost fanfiction. If you don't want to leave Tumblr the fic is under the read more
“You know some days I wish we were just boring lesbians.”
Moltar was reeling after what he considered another epic battle with his nemesis Space Ghost. They saw each other by random chance in the parking lot of this, kinda dive buffet restaurant on the edge of town and Space Ghost had chased Moltar to an empty parking lot a few blocks down. They battled each other for a bit before once again they both got tuckered out and just crashed on the sidewalk. Space Ghost typically said some sort of weird shit afterwards but “boring lesbians” was a new one.
“What?”
Space Ghost just laid on his back looking up before gesturing his head to look at his adversary as much as he could without sitting up. He wasn't as scuffed up after the fight as Moltar wanted but he rarely was.
“Like, some days I wish we could both be mundane women who love each other and sit around watching movies or whatever lesbians do. Instead of just doing this every time we see each other outside of work. Like don't get me wrong I love combat to the death until we both get tired, but like. In another life we are probably both just people who love each other instead of freaks that beat each other up.”
“If we were boring lesbians we'd both wish we were aliens freaks beating eachother up.”
There was a moment of silence before Space Ghost responded.
“You think so?”
“Trust me. I've talked to enough lesbians, most of them I've met want to be kaijus.”
Moltar let it bubble in his head that none of his problems would really go away if he was a human woman. if anything he'd have more problems. He'd still worry about his family hating him and social awkwardness and his job. He just knows he'd get in more trouble when he sets shit on fire. Supervillains always get more mileage out of crime than normal people.
“It's a “grass is always greener” thing, Ghost. Plus I don't think there's anything lesbians can do that we can't.”
Moltar looked back at where Space Ghost was only to see that he was starting to stand back up.
“That's true, but It would be nice to just hang out for once. Watch a movie or play a board game or something.”
“We can hang out, I'm busy tomorrow but-”
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
Moltar processed if Space Ghost was just really curious about his schedule or accusing him of planning something illegal. Regardless, the shithead was walking towards him.
“Me and the boys were going to the arcade. They got this new fish game we are all excited to try.”
“Could I come with you?”
“Dude it's going to be like, Zorak and Metallus.”
“I know them.”
Moltar let out a heavy sigh as the disaster of how bringing Space Ghost as a one plus would go formed in his imagination. Zorak was more than enough to worry about. Moltar knew if he brought both the bug and the ghost to the arcade with him that the “Fishmaster XD: Fish of Darkness” machine wouldn't make it long enough for anyone to enjoy the new game.
“They don't like you. Technically, I don't even like you. If anything I hate you more than I hate most people.“
Space Ghost was hovering over Moltar at that point and Moltar could tell by the sad sack look on his face he was debating between helping him up, kicking him while he was down or just leaving.
“Would you like me if I was normal?”
Moltar laughed at that one.
“I wouldn't even look at you if you were normal.”
The Ghosts expression softened.
“Well I'm glad I'm Space Ghost then.”
Space Ghost offered Moltar a hand and Moltar graciously took the support as he stood back up himself.
For a while they just stood there together, looking at each other. Space Ghost always had this faint, almost glow to him. Moltar didn't have an exact word for it, but it was like he had VHS warmth filtered over his personal aura. Moltar knew himself to also be glowing and warm on the inside, underneath his hazard suit, but most people wouldn't know that. The Ghost would, but most people wouldn't. Space Ghost broke the silence after a long moment.
“How often do we do this?”
“Huh?”
“Our whole “fighting randomly in public” thing?”
“I think this is the fifth time in three months.”
Space Ghost seemed to look over at nothing before looking back at Moltar.
“Hey Moltar, did you eat dinner before we started this? because I didn't and I'm still hungry. If anything I'm hungrier now. How about you?”
Moltar would never admit it but he was really glad Space Ghost asked.
“yeah sorry about that, I haven't eaten yet either. I just saw ya and.”
“You threw a fireball at me and yelled a lot so I started chasing you, and we both know the rest.”
“Yeah”
“Yeah”
Space Ghost started doing that dumb little smile he always did when a thought somehow snuck into his brain without shriveling up on the way in and had been flourishing for a bit in his empty skull.
“You know Moltar, if you're still hungry, I'll buy for us both. if you would want to share a table with me”
Moltar would never admit this either, but even after everything, he felt giddy about the idea of dinner with Space Ghost.
“Eh, why not, as long as you're buying.”
“I have more than enough cash for two all-you-can-eat meals and a good tip. Plus I've got some ones if you want to try their crane machine game.”
“I've tried it, it kinda sucks but I'll gladly waste your money on it anyway.”
They both looked around the empty parking lot they found themselves in.
“Ok, what direction was the restaurant again?”
Moltar hummed to himself a bit.
“I have no idea.”
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Winter Light - Chapter 2
Pairing:Tom Grant (Make Up) x OFC
Summary: Vanessa, a young cancer patient, arrives at a remote holiday park in Cornwall to wait out the rest of her days, but after a chance meeting with a park employee named Tom who's nursing a broken heart, Vanessa realizes life may not be done with her yet.
Warnings: slow burn, mostly fluff with some angst (main character has cancer, so can't do without angst altogether), swearing, serious illness (cancer), discussion of death/grief
A/N: for some reason I clearly remembered there were window boxes outside of Jade's caravan, but I just watched the movie again and saw she only had some potted plants. Oh well. Somebody could've added them after she left (this takes place about a year after the events in "Make Up").
Chapter 1
A Welcomed Distraction
Vanessa told Shirley that her plan had changed unexpectedly and asked to rent her caravan long-term. Shirley seemed delighted to accommodate her, though Vanessa still had the nagging thought that those beady eyes saw more than she let on.
Vanessa took advantage of the strong signal inside the office to send off a few texts. "Have arrived safely, everything OK, phone signals patchy but will try to stay in touch, love you, Ness." That would keep them off her back for a while. She then asked how she could get to the nearby town for some supplies. "One of the staff can drive you," Shirley told her.
A few days later, Tom knocked on her door. "Shirley said you needed a lift into town," he said, holding up a set of keys.
Vanessa followed him down the path toward an old black truck with a bug-splattered windscreen, its bed full of odds and ends. "Yours?" she asked.
"It's Kai's. I'm picking up a few things for him."
Vanessa wondered why Kai couldn't have driven her himself, though she didn't say so. She had seen Kai around, an intimidating hulk with a craggy, unfriendly face and a ferocious German shepherd by his side. She wouldn't have liked a drive with him.
Tom followed the same route the cab took when it drove her to the park, and he was just as silent as the driver. Though it wasn't as awkward, the silence between them was heavy with so many things unsaid. This boy had seen her at her lowest; she had told him things she never told anybody else; it was hard now to come back from that and get to know each other normally. As Vanessa stared at the windscreen, she suddenly heard herself say, "Do you know windscreens are cleaner now because of insecticides?"
"What?" Tom didn't take his eyes off the road, but from his tone, it seemed he thought she was an alien of some kind.
"It's true. More insecticides, fewer bugs, cleaner windscreens."
"Isn't that good?"
"Not necessarily. Insecticides kill useful bugs too."
"Like bugs, do you?"
Vanessa shrugged. "I'm not passionate about them or anything, but I don't understand the hate for them either. I think they're neat."
"Wait 'til you've swallowed a mouthful and see how neat you think they are then," Tom said, and Vanessa chuckled with relief. The ice seemed to have been successfully broken. "You settling in all right?" he asked after a while.
"Still afraid I'm going to run away? I've put down a deposit, I'm not going to lose that."
This time he did glance at her, perhaps to see if she was serious or not. Vanessa put her poker face on. Tom's mouth twitched wryly.
"Maybe you can fix up the caravan a bit, that'll convince me," he said.
"Alas, home décor has never been my forte."
"I'll help."
She decided to play along. "Got lots of experience, have you? How long have you been working at the park anyway?"
"Three years. Maintenance, mostly, but reckon I could do some painting and decorating if necessary."
That surprised Vanessa. He looked around her age, in his late teens or early twenties at the most. That meant he must've started working here when he was still in school. "Used to come down every summer," he said when she mentioned it. "I wasn't going to come back this year, but Shirley called, saying they were short-staffed."
"Why weren't you coming back?" Vanessa asked, not noticing that Tom had suddenly shut his mouth hard.
He didn't answer. The silence had returned, more tense than before. Once again Vanessa wondered if it had anything to do with the mysterious Jade.
Tom dropped her off at the town center and agreed to meet her again in two hours. Vanessa went shopping, refilled her prescriptions, and even found a new book. She was flipping through it on a bench in the town square, trying to find some warmth from the late autumn sun that refused to shine, when Tom came back.
"Sorry I'm a bit late," he said. "Got you these." His arms were full of an assortment of flowering and leafy plants.
"What are they?" She only recognized the ivy.
"Ivy, heather, cyclamens, Christmas roses," he nodded at each pot. "For your window boxes."
So he had noticed the dead plants. Vanessa looked wistfully at the silvery green ivy, the purple heather, the crimson cyclamens, and the pure white Christmas roses. The colors were so vibrant after the uniform grays and browns of the sea and the sand, they almost blinded her.
"They're beautiful, but... I might not be around that long," she said. A slightly uncomfortable flicker in his eyes, but again, he didn't remark on it.
"You agreed to fix up the van. I'm holding you to that," he said. When Vanessa still hesitated, he added, "The bloke at the garden center said they'll do well in the cold and don't need much looking after. Consider them a house-warming gift." He pressed the pots into her arms. The soft petals brushed against her cheeks. She couldn't help but smile at him. He smiled back, and suddenly it was like the sun had come out after all.
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Despite her initial hesitation, Vanessa soon found the plants a welcomed distraction. They gave her something to do, something to look forward to, a reason to get out of bed in the morning after a night full of pain and morphine. She took her time cleaning out the window boxes, filling them with the potting mix Tom also got her from the garden center, and arranging the plants into the most pleasing combinations. Sometimes, while she worked, she didn't even notice the pain.
Tom himself was becoming a welcomed distraction as well. He often walked past her caravan on his way to work in the morning or coming back from work in the evening. He never stopped, only nodded at her or said a quick hello, but Vanessa had the suspicion that he was checking up on her. She didn't have a chance to confirm her suspicion until one morning, after a particular bad night, she was stirred from her morphine-induced stupor by a persistent banging on her door. She dragged herself out of bed and opened the door, to find Tom on the other side.
"Oh thank Christ," he said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thought you were..." He noticed her ashen face and the way she gripped the door frame. "You OK?"
"Overslept my beauty sleep," Vanessa mumbled.
"Looks like you need more of it," he said, quickly stepping inside and guiding her to the sofa, where she collapsed.
"How dare you." She tried to laugh, but only a dry croaking sound emerged.
"Sure you're all right?"
"Mmm." It took too much effort to nod. "Just need to stay off my feet a bit."
"Can I get you anything?"
"Some medical-grade marijuana would be nice," she said, half joking.
"Marijuana I can get. Don't know about medical-grade though."
Vanessa opened an eye and peeked at Tom to make sure he wasn't winding her up. He looked solemn as a judge. She gave a weak chuckle. "Better not risk it, then." The pain was manageable now, only the sleepless night was taking its toll on her. Tom still hovered over her. "You'll be late for work."
"You shouldn't be alone." He didn't add "when you die", but Vanessa understood it. She glanced at him. He was looking at the floor, chewing his lips, trying to hide his concern. She felt a little annoyed, and then felt guilty for feeling annoyed. She was sure her caravan wasn't on his usual route to work, yet he went out of his way every day just to say hi to her, to make sure she was all right. Her heart melted a little at that.
"I'm not going to die today, if that's what you're worrying about," she said, burying her head in a cushion. He mumbled an uncertain "Okay," then she heard the soft click of the door as he left.
He came back that evening, bringing a steaming pot. "Made you some stew."
Vanessa, who had been so nauseous that she could only manage to nibble a few crackers, eyed the pot warily. "What's in it?"
"Snips, snails, and puppy dog tails," Tom said. When Vanessa raised her brow quizzically at him, he grinned. "My mum used to say that when I was being fussy. It's just potatoes and veg and beef." Then he added apologetically, "Do you eat meat? Sorry, forgot to ask."
"I do," she said. She got a whiff of the pot and suddenly was ravenous. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound fussy. It smells delicious. Thank you."
Tom ladled the stew into a bowl.
The first spoonful sent warmth throughout her body, almost drowning out the nagging, ever-present pain in her bones. "You made this?" she asked, scooping up another.
"Don't sound so surprised," Tom snapped back with a laugh.
"Where'd you learn how to cook?"
"Single working mum. I had to cook if me and my little sister wanted to eat." Vanessa was quiet, thinking of her own spoiled childhood. Her mother hadn't even allowed her in the kitchen, let alone cook.
She had almost finished the bowl before remembering to ask Tom, "You're not eating?"
"Nah, it's for you. It'll keep in the fridge. If you don't mind eating stew for several days, that is."
"I don't mind," she said, touched by his thoughtfulness.
But she didn't actually have to eat stew for several days. Tom kept coming back with more hot food until Vanessa insisted on paying him, at least for the ingredients. He seemed reluctant at first, but when she refused to let him cook for her anymore, he relented. And that became their routine. In the morning, Tom would pass by her caravan, and Vanessa would wave at him from the window or the front door, where she was working on the window boxes. In the evening, he would drop in and cook for both of them. His dishes were nothing fancy, and some of his food combinations sounded downright bizarre (who had ever heard of a spaghetti sandwich?) but for Vanessa, who had been living on canned soups and crackers since she arrived at the park, what he could do with a bit of mince, a can of tomato, and some herbs and spices was nothing short of a Michelin-starred restaurant meal.
She felt bad about letting Tom do all the work while she lounged around, but the kitchen was so tiny and her pain-ridden legs were so clumsy that the one time she tried to help, she ended up sloshing a pot of boiling potatoes over Tom's hands.
"You're such a menace," Tom laughed, as Vanessa, in a barrage of apologies, held his hands under the cold tap. "Back to the sofa with you."
"But I wanted to help," Vanessa said, trying to ignore the way their fingers were intertwined.
"Fine, entertain me then. That counts as helping."
She reluctantly disentangled her hand from his and returned to the sofa. Putting on some music seemed too lazy, so she picked up the book she had left on the table. "How about I read you something?" she asked. Tom shrugged, and she flipped through the book until something caught her eyes.
"OK. This one's appropriate:
The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass,
Came dazzling around, into the rocks,
Came glinting, sifting from the Americas.
To possess Aran. Or did Aran rush
to throw wide arms of rock around a tide
That yielded with an ebb, with a soft crash?
Did sea define the land or land the sea?
Each drew new meaning from the waves' collision.
Sea broke on land to full identity.
Well, kind of. We're in Cornwall, not the Aran."
"That's beautiful," Tom said, pausing his cooking to listen. "What is it?"
"A poem, by Seamus Heaney. You know him?"
Tom shook his head. "Not much time for poetry in Derby. Sounds lovely though."
Vanessa bent her head down, glad that Tom had his back to her so he couldn't see her quickly heating cheeks. She had picked the poem because it was about the sea. She didn't think about how it was a love poem as well. How stupid of her. It was right there in the title, "Lovers on Aran". Hopefully Tom had simply appreciated the beautiful words and not thought much about their deeper meaning.
"He's one of my favorite poets," she said, to get her mind off her blunder. "I was going to uni to study poetry, but then I got diagnosed and... that was the end of that."
"I thought about going to uni too. Maybe in Derby, so I can stay close to mum and Clare. Was saving up for it, actually," Tom said as he took the shepherd's pie off the hob. The caravan had no oven, but that didn't stop him. Vanessa hadn't even known that you could make shepherd's pie without an oven.
"What happened?"
"Nothing," Tom shrugged. "Just didn't see a point to it."
Vanessa had noticed that Tom tended to become cross whenever their conversation veered toward the future. It was as if he didn't want to think too far ahead, wishing to live in the present only. That she could certainly understand. She just didn't understand why he would feel that way. Most of the time she would let it go and change the subject. That day, however, she felt like challenging him.
"So what, you're going to faff around here, doing maintenance work for the rest of your life?" she asked.
"What's wrong with that?" Tom was getting defensive now; the faint scar on his forehead, which he told Vanessa was from a childhood accident, turned bright red.
"Nothing. But you have choices. You can plan..."
"Thing about planning is, something always happens to ruin it. You of all people should know that."
Vanessa's face fell. "Cheap shot," she mumbled. She was only gratified to see that Tom also seemed to realize he'd said the wrong thing. He put his fork down and reached across the table for her hand, patting it.
"Sorry."
Vanessa continued to glower at him, trying not to show how good his warm hand felt over hers. "OK, you're forgiven," finally she said. "But only because how good this shepherd's pie is."
They didn't talk much about the future after that. Instead, talked about their childhood, about Tom coming down to Cornwall every summer and Vanessa growing up in Surrey, and their schooldays, which, when you were just out of school, seemed like yesterday and yet so far away at the same time. Vanessa didn't talk about her family, but she liked to listen to Tom talk about his dad, a builder who died of a heart attack when Tom was nine, his mum, and his little sister, Clare, born after their dad died, whom Tom seemed to dote on.
"Do you miss him, your dad?" Vanessa asked.
"Sometimes." Tom's voice was steady, but he was misty-eyed.
"It must've been hard, him dying so sudden like that."
"Yeah. Mum never gets over it, really. I don't think she even minds him dying much, just that we never got to say goodbye."
Vanessa's thought wandered to her own family.
"Wish I could tell my family that."
"What?"
"That it's OK to say goodbye."
Tom gave her a long look. "Why couldn't you?"
"There's no point. They wouldn't listen. I was born into the most dramatic family in all of Great Britain," Vanessa said with a mirthless laugh.
And, as if the floodgates had opened up, she told him everything about her family. How they had always been overprotective of her, because she was the youngest. Her brother and sister were much older - Miles by twelve years and Julie by nine - and both had left home when she was young, so her parents treated her almost like an only child. She had always felt guilty about it. It had only gotten worse after her diagnosis. Her mum quit all her hobbies and dragged Vanessa to every treatment center she could find. Julie, who was working in Manchester, took a job closer to Surrey so she could help out. They were walking on eggshells around her, alternating between sorrowful tears and a forced cheerfulness that she found even worse than the sorrow. Things had come to a head at Miles's wedding back in June. Vanessa had fainted in the middle of the ceremony and had to be taken to the ICU. Miles and his wife, Becca, had to put their honeymoon on hold because it had seemed touch and go for a while. They had been very gracious about it, but Vanessa couldn't forgive herself. "After that, I decided to leave," she told Tom. "I don't want my illness and my death to take over their lives."
What she didn't say was that everything her family did was a constant reminder of her impending death, and she couldn't take it. That was why she'd run away. But she couldn't admit it, let alone tell Tom that. Not after she'd put up such a front about not being afraid to die, like a child who kept telling herself there was no boogeyman under the bed.
"Maybe you could still try telling them," Tom said. "Again. Louder. Can't expect people to read your mind."
Vanessa looked at him curiously. When she first met him, he just seemed like a lad, albeit a cute one, but with not much depth. Yet here he was, pointing things out in such a simple, straightforward way that she couldn't help but to see the truth in them.
Despite such heavy talk, though, the thought of death was almost absent from Vanessa's mind during those cozy evenings. The pain was still there, but it was only a faint throb, easily ignored. It only came back when Tom left, but the smile he gave her as he said goodbye was enough for her to face it.
Chapter 3
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I saw you got the Mass Effect collection a while ago and wanted to say a little fun fact that there’s some OG Baldur’s Gate references in ME2 and 3 because Bioware made the first two BG games. I won’t say what they are for spoiler reasons but one of them you’ll get right away. Hope you have fun with ME! It’s one of my favorite RPG franchises
I answered this ask 4 different times but each time tumblr refuses to post it and it comes back to my inbox- I don't even know what to do anymore bc I had to rewrite a long response each time.
If this one gets sent through, I'll try to edit it on the browser to include my actual answer.
Edit: it worked this time around, just my luck.
Okay so, I've never played ME before or heard anything about it, so I'm going in fully blind. I made an earthborn war hero vanguard character.
Bc I like earth, I like being a hero and I like mele characters.
I put the difficulty at vetran so I can add more spice, I might regret it, probably.
My name is shepherd? Like are they sheep and I herd them or? Is this a Mary and the little lambs situation.
Game started and man that is one hot alien, like a zebra! Oh wait that's just white paint on his face-
Why are people being mean to him :( and oh I get dialogue! Hell yeah i will defend my alien friend.
Racism against aliens? In my human galactic civilization game? More likely than you think.
I'm walking around the ship and talking to people, man these guys are really mean to the alien. If Nihlus turns out to be a traitor I wouldn't even blame him, I'd be one too if people talked this much shit behind my back.
Also corporal Jenkins!!! He is so precious omfg. I will protect him with my life and we will spend our honeymoon watching his favourite spykids movies <3
He is talking about being a hero and awful a lot tho- kinda worrying.
A nice small detail is the npc gaurds saluting to me when i walk by, since I'm a commander and all. It's really nice!
Okay I talked to the hot alien again and I think i have a shot with him! Let's fucking go!
We're on the planet, hot alien isn't with my team but hey! At least Jenkins is here.
I'm trying out weapons, I like lance so far. I have shit accuracy so fast fire rate makes up for it. But the controller layout is really confusing, there are 4 different buttons to switch to different weapons but the crouch had to be the awkward joystick press, why?
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Jenkins died.
:(
:(((((((((
I'm killing everyone I meet.
Rip babygurl, you would've loved lego batman.
Also I can level up now, I'm not sure what any of those skills do or what any of those words mean so I'll throw all my eggs in the charm and intimidation basket until things become too hard to kill.
Maybe then I'll look up a guide and curse my past self.
I met Williams, she seems nice and I let her tag along on my team. I miss Jenkins </3
So far I'm really having fun tho and enjoying the game! Do you have any tips or recommendations? I'd love to hear them. I genuinely am clueless and just waddling around gawking at the surprisingly good graphics for a game this old.
Here is my character btw! She is nb in my heart <3 still I'm glad that we even get the choice to be a woman. The character edit screen reminds me of dark souls character edit.
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Space Mercenaries AU Chapter 23: Confession
My Xmas gift to myself this year is continuing this fic because I've been wanting to come back to it for a while now and just kept not doing so. I intend to start working on it properly in the New Year. Whether or not I will follow through on that intention remains to be seen. But hey, because there's no big over arching story, it's easy to drop in and out of as the mood takes me.
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Even after being heavily modified the ‘camper van’, as Sniper had dubbed it, was still quite small as far as Scout was concerned. Though, since it had originally been sized to be small even for the Tuefort aliens, making it even this big was impressive. Even with Engie and Pyro’s help, it had taken Sniper several weeks to finish it and make it habitable with air conditioning and the like. But… the bed had to be folded up against the wall to make room for the card table. How could anyone comfortably live in such a space?
“You sure you’re comfortable living out here by yourself?” Scout asked as he closed the door behind himself, making the space feel even smaller.
“Yep,” Sniper replied with zero hesitation. It hadn’t even been a full week since he’d moved out here though so he might still change his mind eventually. Probably wouldn’t though if Scout had to guess. “I warned you it was small.”
“Yeah, you did. But, uh, as long as you’re happy with it, who cares, right?”
Sniper grunted an assent. “So now that you’re out here, what you wanna do? I got cards and drink… or uh, maybe let’s not do that. It’s from the bar in town.”
“Yeah, no thanks. Cards sounds good though.” Even though that’s what they did a bunch back at base. Never could go wrong with it though.
Without another word, Sniper pulled his deck out from one of his tiny kitchen’s drawers and sat at the table. Scout sat across from him.
They played for a while, doing a small amount of gambling and chatting, Scout doing most of it of course. Pretty normal stuff but… they were all alone out here, just the two of them. Back at base there’d been the constant possibility of someone else wandering in, passing through or coming in to do their own thing or sometimes even join in and play with them. Here though, the possibility was so much lower it might not even exist.
Being alone with Sniper was something that Scout thought about quite a lot, probably more than he should. He liked to daydream about things they might do together when alone, many chaste but some not so much. But well, if he were to ever even so much as confess his feelings, being alone together would be the time to do it, right? So maybe…
But, no. That would be weird, right? They were friends and coworkers, if he didn’t feel the same it’d just be awkward. And then if they did start something and it didn’t work out, that’d be even more awkward and uncomfortable.
At the same time though, his feelings weren’t just infatuation based off Sniper being hot. He genuinely enjoyed Sniper’s company. He listened to Scout’s blather without complaint and even seemed to enjoy Scout company, so much so, he’d invited Scout out here to see the camper van. So maybe… he felt the same?
Was he even into men though or people in general? Was there any way for Scout to find out? … Probably yeah but he didn’t want to be invasive and weird. So maybe he should stick with what he’d been doing and just be content with…
“You okay, mate?” Sniper asked. “You’re being awfully quiet all of a sudden and it’s your turn.”
“Oh, uh… sorry. I was just…” Scout played his hand. Oof, that was bad; he hadn’t even really looked at it.
Sniper raised and eyebrow before playing his hand, winning the round and the small pool of money they’d placed on the game. He didn’t deal the next hand out yet though. “You want to talk about it?”
Apparently Scout had gotten himself so worked up and flustered over Sniper and his feelings for him that he seemed unwell enough to be worried about. He was real bad a romance, huh? Well, this was a chance to talk about it so… “Do you think that dating a coworker would be unethical?” Gotta establish that first right before bringing up the possibility for anything else.
“Uh, potentially a bit awkward, especially if a breakup happens, but probably not unethical. Why? You into one of the guys?”
“Yeah.” Scout couldn’t even bear to look at Sniper. Instead he stared down at the table between them. Why was it that his confidence always seemed to desert him whenever it came to romance? It was just plain not fair. Even when he wasn’t feeling it for real, he’d learned to do a pretty good job of faking it except when it came to personal relationship stuff. … Relationships were hard, especially romantic ones.
“Oh, can I ask who?”
Here it was, Scout’s chance. All he had to do was look up an say ‘you’ with suave flirtatious confidence. He could do that… maybe.
He looked up. Sniper’s arm rested comfortably on the table in front of him as he looked at Scout with his usual intense stare that Scout still wasn’t sure was a sign of interest or just how Sniper looked at everything. Scout took a breath and… nothing came out of his mouth.
He wasn’t ready to confess yet. He’d never truly considered doing so before now. It had only ever been daydreams and wild imaginings. Normally he planned these things. Really put thought into want he was going to say and how he was going to say it to reduce the risk of blundering his words bad enough that his exact meaning was lost or obscured. Maybe that had always been his downfall but… regardless, he wasn’t ready yet.
It was too late though. They were already talking about it and Sniper was waiting for an answer. If only he could melt into the floor or… vanish like Spy liked to do whenever he wanted to be done with a conversation. Yeah, becoming invisible would be a real neat trick to be able to pull off right now. Too bad that was…
Sniper’s eyes widen. “Uh… didn’t know you could do that.”
“Do what?”
“Go invisible.”
“I’m not…” Scout cut off as he looked down at himself because he had become transparent. Not his clothes but seemingly everything else. “Huh, didn’t know I could do that either.” Even as he watched, his arms faded back into being visible, much like how Spy faded in and out of being visible, but a slower process. “Um… cool, I think.”
Could he do it on command? He’d wanted to become invisible before and had, so all he had to do was think about it and… it worked! He was fading again! Again, slower than Spy’s shift into invisibility but happening nonetheless. Having lost focus, he shifted back but still pretty awesome. “It’s like I have super powers or something.”
Sniper didn’t look as excited about it. “You maybe want to go talk to Medic about… whatever is causing that?”
Scout took a breath to say ‘no’, he didn’t want to go see Medic about anything medical related outside of battle unless absolutely necessary but… it would be the perfect opportunity to escape their prior conversation. Which would give him more time to think about how to confess his feelings before actually doing so. So… “Yeah. Probably a good idea.” He wanted to know about it anyway.
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A loud knocking disturbed Spy’s reading. It was Scout, he always knocked like that. Spy could ignore it until he went away but… Scout didn’t come to his room often so he probably wanted something. Likely something inane but it didn’t hurt to make sure.
So Spy put his book to the side and got up to answer the door. Scout was grinning like an excited idiot on the other side, meaning most likely it was something inane. Too late to not answer now though.
“Yo, Spy, guess what.”
Spy crossed his arms, making sure to continue to block the door so Scout couldn’t come in. “What?”
“Turns out I’m half shapeshifter, the same kind of alien you are. Isn’t that cool?”
If Spy had a proper heart it would’ve skipped a beat at that. How had Scout found out? And more importantly did he suspect anything further? Probably not, else he’d be mad, right?
“Medic apparently knew this whole time but didn’t tell me for some stupid reason because he thought I knew or something. Even though I think it was pretty obvious I didn’t. But hey, check it out, I can do this.” He went still, clearly focusing on something and started to fade into invisibility. “Pretty cool, right?”
“Not really.”
“Yeah, yeah, you can do it too, I know. I think it’s cool though.” Scout faded back into invisibility as he spoke.
“Why are you telling me then?”
“Because… I don’t know. You’re the only shapeshifter I know so…” he shrugged. “It means my deadbeat dad is or was one too. You probably don’t know him, the galaxy’s pretty big and you can’t know all of them but… maybe you do? My mom’s name is Ellen so maybe you know a guy who talked about her or maybe about having a son with her or… something.”
“Even if I by chance did know your father, why would you want to meet him? He left you, didn’t he? So why would you want anything to do with him?”
By now all of Scout’s excitement had drained away, leaving him looked kind of dejected. “Just… I don’t know, curiosity about who he is or was, I guess. And I want to know why he left. Like, maybe he left because he had to not because he wanted to. Probably not but a guy can dream, right? So I thought it was worth asking on the off-chance you did know him.”
If Spy was ever going to come clean, now would be the time. He wasn’t going to though. Scout probably had a right to know considering how closely they were working together but… Spy was still a coward and too selfish to try to do better. It was easier for both of them this way.
“But anyway,” Scout continued, “you think my mom knew?”
Yes, she’d known and had been into it. “I don’t know, probably.”
“Hmm… I guess I’ll have to ask her. Speaking of that, I got to go tell everyone else now too because it’s cool.” His smile had returned. “Not so great talking with you as always. See you around.” He turned and left.
Spy stepped back inside his room, quickly closing the door again. It had only been a matter of time before Scout learned he was half alien of course but… it had still come somewhat as a shock. At least he didn’t know anything else… for now. Hopefully it would stay that way but who could really know what the future held?
#my writing#tf2#team fortress 2#space mercenaries au#space au#scout#sniper#spy#speedingbullet#spydad
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Since all the Mew Mews help wingman for Ichigo's crush on Masaya, do you think they would do the same for Lettuce if they learned she had a crush on Ryou?
Hello dear anon and sorry to you too for replying so late! I've been so busy and I've just updated tumblr without looking at my inbox.
So, THAT IS A GREAT QUESTION and the answer will be quite long since... I've always daydreamed about that scenario since I was a little girl drawing fanart and writing (very terrible) fanfic XD
So, in my own personal opinion and according to the scenario played in my head, I've always imagined the mew team to be very supportive with Retasu and her crush on Ryou: we've seen in the reboot a glimpse of how much they support and care for eachother, being there as soon as one of them seems in trouble (see Minto and Zakuro, or Minto and Ichigo, or again Ichigo and retasu or Retasu and Bu-Ling), so yeah, I think they would be the most supportive friends... ESPECIALLY ICHIGO XD
I've always imagined her to feel shocked at that thought at first, cause even though sometimes she too falls for Ryou's charm, their bond is very playful, always teasing eachother, him driving her crazy and making fun of her and her crush. So I believe initially Ichigo would've found hard to believe that Retasu, so shy and kind and polite, would've fallen for someone like Ryou, but lately - both cause she cares about her friend so much and cause she knows deep down how good Ryou is as a person - she would've been the most supporting friend, sometimes a little too much... especially when she would pair alongside Bu-Ling... both of them trying to help Retasu open up with him but unfortunately ... making her involved in some of the most awkward and hilarious situation, a little too pushy for someone as shy as Retasu, who would need to go one little step at a time.
Minto, on the other side, would've been more discrete, definitely better, but at the same time too direct so her approach wouldn't had worked either. I like Minto and Retasu both so much cause they're so different in personalities, and that difference is what makes me enjoy so much both these character but also is something that could create some issues with them having to face a crush on someone.
I think - dunno why I had this thought, mainly I think cause of some OG anime vibes - that the best companion and wingman of the four mew would've been Zakuro. She and Retasu being the oldest, Zakuro an "older sister" figure for the team, the most mature and concrete, with a very adult approach to face every kind of situation, a lone wolf that stays behind the curtain to watch and observe people behavior... c'mon, Zakuro can really read people in my opinion. She would be as discrete as Minto but with more experience and wiser advice, always watching and being there for Retasu, noticing little thing, ups and downs, and maybe realizing that Retasu likes Ryou even before she could admitted herself. Also, Zakuro - as I said - in my opinion can really read people and would support Retasu but slowly, taking small steps, according to her personality, not pushing her but guiding her.
And of course this is just my personal view, of course a IchiRyou shipper would not see Ichigo the same way and that's fine :3
Also I like also the little hints of Pietasu too so I would be curios to know how the aliens would react at Pie having a crush on Retasu XD they would' torture the poor boy XD
Thanks again for asking, I always love to chat about theories and headcanon, especially when we have to wait so long for the next season!
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Movie Review | Robot Monster (Tucker, 1953)
The release of the 2022 Sight and Sound poll has spurred me to start closing off a number of longtime blind spots with respect to classic cinema. I finally made the time to get through Jeanne Dielman... (I'm not writing out the whole title, it's longer than the movie) and Battleship Potemkin, and while at this point I probably appreciated them more than I enjoyed them, the former is certainly growing on me in the days since I've seen them. Both of those I watched on the Criterion Channel, through which I've also been watching a bunch of very good old time screwball comedies. But classics come in all shapes and sizes, and inspired by a recent MST3K-centric episode of The Important Cinema Club podcast and this great review by Letterboxd user sakana1, I decided to finally get around to Phil Tucker's 1953 movie about a robot monster, coincidentally called Robot Monster.
The movie plays like a child's idea of science fiction. The majority of earth's population is killed by a vaguely defined death ray, and the survivors band together as a family unit against the invading robot monster named Ro-Man. We also learn that Ro-Man's entire race is also known as Ro-Mans, and that he's actually Earth Ro-Man, who reports to another Ro-Man known as the Great One through what looks like a bedroom mirror. I don't expect a child to think through their choice of nomenclature, so I will excuse these awkward naming conventions. They're not even called Ro-Men, and we learn of no Ro-Women, but as all boys know, girls have cooties, which must hold for alien races and robot monsters as well. I will not spoil the ending, but it does support this reading.
I had trouble gelling to this at first, because while this is very bad, it betrays an understanding of how real "good" movies should operate. It's the opposite of exciting, but not in a way that suggests it's completely alien to such a concept. Compare this to Manos, another MST3K bad movie classic, and you see how that movie functions more convincingly as outsider art, made by filmmakers so oblivious to the rhythms of normal movies that they invent their own, with every shot framed awkwardly, held a little too long, creaking towards its conclusion like the blips on a heart monitor. Robot Monster only achieves this kind of anti-cinema in the sequences of Ro-Man waddling through the valley, framed so crudely and drawn out so long as to dissipate any tension, while Elmer Bernstein's score booms on the soundtrack. (Bernstein took the gig after being blacklisted.)
When we're stuck with the humans, this movie is regular bad and boring. When we're with Ro-Man and the Great One, this is gold. It helps that Ro-Man's appearance is never scary and indeed rather cuddly and huggable (the movie didn't have enough money for a robot suit, so Tucker hired a friend who owned a gorilla costume). It also helps that after endless, endless scenes of Ro-Man waddling around, mostly in the superior second half, we see Ro-Man's ruthless nature start to thaw, as his love for the last woman on Earth (okay, there's the mother too, but I guess Ro-Man isn't into older women) causes him to question his mission. He confesses to his superior that he wishes to "To be like the hu-man! To laugh! Feel! Want! Why are these things not in the plan?" And push comes to shove, finds himself hesitating to kill. "I cannot - yet I must. How do you calculate that? At what point on the graph do "must" and "cannot" meet? Yet I must - but I cannot!" I suppose at this point I was won over enough by the movie's directness that I was a little moved. Maybe at the end of the day, all Ro-Man needed was a hug.
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@remunporium sent: " Relax! I'm not gonna do anything crazy. " Convincing Leif to go along with Hotaru's little game took a bit of work and a big of pleading, but after finally convincing him to play along, the first instruction was for him to close his eyes. Then, he'd feel her placing something over his head. A band of some sort? It's not uncomfortably tight but it feels like a pair of headphones without the actual headphones. " Keep them shut! No peeking! "
Then, she clamors a bit to find a position behind him where she can put her head beside his, reach out with her free hand, and, aiming her phone, preparing to take a photo. " Okay! Open 'em and say cheese! "
Surprise! She's taking a selfie of them. She has her bunny ears out. And she had put fake bunny ears on him.
"There is little you do that isn't crazy." And yet, the ancient is in fact complying. So which one of them truly embraces the definition? Among many others at this point. Truthfully, though, Leif finds whatever is to come more concerning considering how much the rabbit felt the need to placate his nerves and worries. Lets not fool ourselves, we know Leif would comply rather easily on most other occasions.
Eyes closed. Sensations over his human body. There remains that instinct to hiss when there's something placed on his head. He's particular about that spot. And though he doesn't open his eyes there is in fact a twitch of the brow. He thought about it. But didn't!
Why was this so awkward? Was it the way she had to bounce and shift around in order to get up to that height on whatever was behind them? He feels more foolish by the moment until finally it seems to draw to a close or- finality. When the last instruction comes, Hotaru doesn't get what she's looking for.
"What?" Snap! That could go in a cringe compilation. He's not looking at the camera, but the movement did make one of the ears flop over so it adds to the dopey cute factor Hotaru probably appreciates. In addition, he's like a breath away from smooching her cheek as far as perspective can tell. This is a win.
"What have you done?" The fact she held out the camera for a selfie means that Leif is witness to the screen and resulting shot. He reaches and snatches, but Hotaru is ever evasive. He sighs. Not in a frustrated way but in the stereotypical I cherish you but you are the most difficult and confusing entity I've ever thought of bonding myself with and you are a mystery I may never solve but the years are long and my patience short.
"What are these? Fake ears?" He's picking up the bunny ears now, squinting at them like some alien entity. The consideration of throwing them out is brief, but he does return them to Hotaru instead. Why? Geez, that's a mystery. "...why would you want a picture like this. I'm not a rabbit. I'm a noble serpent."
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Hi, just saw your post about your fav characters....Can I ask your your top 5 or 10 fav Disney characters and why you love them...?
EDIT: I am so sorry this took me so long to answer. I was doing a show and then Christmas happened and then I just let it stew!!
Lmao, sure! I'm not going to put the ones from the first post on here, because I've talked about them before. (But Stitch is still the top!! I'll also leave off Peter Pan and Cinderella) I'm not counting Marvel, Star Wars or Pixar; just Disney Animated Classics
Again, in no particular order, because that's too much stress.
1.) Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet
The angst! The arc! But most importantly, the gender!!! I watched it again recently and Jim's story is just!! So full of emotions!! His relationship with Silver - coming to terms with his absent dad - just very good stuff! (And for a 00s kid, he was the epitome of cool, lmaoo)
2.) Tiana from Princess and the Frog
Again, similar to Cinderella, I relate to 'Dreams come true, but you have to put in the hard work for them.' Especially this last year (me and Tiana both worked two jobs!), and working on coursework. Now that I've finished my course, I'm still holing up most nights to polish off a manuscript I want to seriously get published. Tiana working so hard for her dreams is a big inspiration. I probably take the wrong message from the film, lol
3.) Anna from Frozen
This is mostly because I cosplayed Anna, multiple times! I have her coronation dress and her blue dress! It was honestly more because my friend had the dress ready to go, than any real choice, which spawned getting brought a lot of Anna merch. But I do like her as a character; her determination and optimism and that she's honestly an awkward dork.
4.) Oliver from Oliver and Company
I love Oliver Twist and I've loved ginger cats ever since I first watched Alien. So I have to love Oliver. He is just...a little boy...there's not much substance to him but there doesn't need to be: he's an orphan kitten and his job is to be lovable.
5.) Aladdin
The best Disney man? He's charming and handsome and dedicated! I thought I would have more to justify it, but not really, lol - he's a very nice man! The magic carpet ride, the puppy eyes, the underlying queerness of 'Genie, make me a prince!'
(I was also cast as Aladdin in the school play; a big gender moment for me!)
6.) Koda from Brother Bear
Brother Bear was one of my favourites as a kid, and I loved Koda. Like Oliver, he's - cute - and cuddly. And that's enough for him to earn a spot on the list, because my standards a low!
7.) Jiminy Cricket
I do think Kingdom Hearts influences this one: I think his role in the games is cute! And the idea of him being a sidekick/guide is definitely story material I'm toying with. Idk, I just find him charming. Maybe it's because the film is vintage now..maybe it's because I have a lot of cute cross stitch patterns with him on...
8.) Taran from The Black Cauldron
But, uh, not to be pretentious: he's better in the Chronicles of Prydain books. That's not hugely fair, because there's five books and The Black Cauldron is more a mash-up of the first two, so Taran's arc is longer and more spread out in the novels. The sword is dealt with a lot more poingantly, and the reveal of his parents? Very good!
With the Disney version I guess its just that he's Arthur if Arthur was a little more fun and a little more flawed. Taran's kind of a jerk, but he learns to be a hero. And that's catnip for me.
9.) Judy Hopps from Zootopia
(Unfortunately.) I don't have great feelings about Judy's job, or her policework, but I watched Zootopia a lot before moving out to go to uni, and really related to moving into some shoddy places persuing a goal that might not happen. I do love how upbeat Judy is; her optimism is a good rule to live by.
(The above gif was definitely me having a great time at the uni organised disco playing Busted, next to a housemate who was babysitting me until he had to walk me to the bus stop so I could home. (I had work early the next morning.))
10.) Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland
I really love Alice in Wonderland, but my favourite has always been the Cheshire Cat. I do love a cat, and the fact that he was pink and purple was the best to me as a child. I just think he's neat!
(Disney stop putting him on villains merchandise he is just a funky little guy!)
#sorry again for my abysmal reply time#i got very in my head with the reasonings#turnupstalks#anon#thanks for asking
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Movies i've seen recently:
Breaking News in Yuba County (2021)
On her birthday, Sue catches her husband cheating. When he suffers a heart attack in the process, she decides to take this opportunity and bury him, and then give herself the attention she deserves - by going public with her "missing" husband. The lies spin more and more out of control as her husband's other dirty businesses start to resurface.
Pearl (2022)
A farmer girl is dreaming of becoming a dancer during 1918, can't contain her bloodthirst when things doesn't go her way. Warning for gore! The costume designs are amazing 👌✨ this movie kind of reminds me of May (2002) in that uncomfortable twisted way..
The Barbarian (2022)
Scared the heck out of me!! A woman rents an apartment that have accidentally been rented out to another guy as well. They find a hidden entrance in the basement that holds a disgusting secret. One of the smartest protagonists in a horror movie i've seen in a long time!
Prey (2022)
Naru wants to be a hunter, but for her to be taken seriously by the other warriors in the tribe she has to prove herself worthy by hunting down a larger beast. This wouldn't be too difficult if it wasn't for a vicious alien (predator) suddenly landing on earth to hunt humans for sport — at the same time, a bunch of French fur-traders slaughter up all the buffalo the tribe rely on for survival. I'm not much for action movies but this one was really good!! I loved the foreshadowing of details to be reused later in the movie to overcome obstacles. Badass!
Nope (2022)
A horse farmer in showbiz have noticed his horses gone missing, especially during serval mysterious electromagnetic waves that been shutting down all the nearby power lately. His sister convinces him to catch the horse-stealing extraterrestrial creature on film to earn some extra cash. But the creature is much more than they bargained for. The anime influence in this movie is very obvious in the eyes of otakus and i love it. The creature is unexplainable but oh so beautiful.
Willard (2003)
Broke office man Willard have spent all his life taking care of his sickly mother. He's nervous and awkward, an easy target for his abusive boss at work. One day he saves a white rat named Socrates from a trap in the basement and they become best friends. Willard realizes the other rats follow them and start using his new found rat army to take harmless revenge on his boss. But the biggest most murderous rat called Big Ben want to take Socrates place beside Willard and go on a murder rampage. Despite the dark themes, the rats are SO CUTE and Crispin Glover playing a sensitive man cuddling rodents is just.. chef's kiss ♥️
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As Time Goes By...(Chapter three)
A/N: This one took a while to write. I've just been so busy doing absolutely nothing all while procrastinating, so special thanks to that. No, but I really hope you like this, fellow reader. If you like the series, let me know if you want to be tagged!
(Side note: I've been playing RE8, thirsting over lady D, and dying over and over...it's going great! It's part of the procrastination...)
Also, has anyone seen the Bridgerton musical tiktoks? I swear I've had the 'burn for you' song in my head all last month and if you've been living under a rock...here's the link:
https://youtu.be/EwY9_m5qeow
Word Count: 2,299
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader
Warnings: I don't know....angst? As always, John Walker!?! AKA; Fake Cap. Umm...If I missed any let me know.
(A little PSA: I don't hate John Walker: or the actor. John is a well-written character. This is just strictly for the purpose of where my story is going. I'm more reiterating how Bucky treats him in the show. Thank you!!)
You groan, rolling from your left side to lay flatly on your back, arms spread out beside you. You inhale deeply, becoming aware of the moistened dirt and crushed wildflowers beneath you as they release their aromatics. Birds chirped around you, the busy sounds of traffic fading away while you lie still in the field, oxygen feeling heavy in your lungs.
"Y/N?!"
You barely heard the worrisome calls of Sam over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You lift your head, the view of icy mountains in the distance, blurry figures making their way towards you while you somehow managed to sit up. Your head was spinning, a sharp ache on the side of your thigh.
Your eyes flickered down, taking note of the small paring knife lodged in your thigh. You exhaled softly, nodding your head at the sight of it. "Okay," You grumble in agreement. With shaking hands, you wrap your fingers around the handle, bracing yourself by taking intervolved breaths before carefully pulling it from your thigh.
You worked fast, ignoring the crunch of rocks and dirt under the acknowledgeable footsteps of Sam and Bucky. Taking babochka, you cut off the end of your pant leg, wrapping the spandex around your wounded thigh before securing it with one of the holsters, tying the ends into a knot. You remain quiet, carefully pushing yourself up to your feet, transferring all of the weight to the opposite leg, eyes drifting up to meet the guys. "Are you guys okay?" You murmur, dusting off the clumps of dirt and dead leaves from your jacket.
"Are you?!" Sam exclaimed incredulously. "You're bleeding!" He points out, gesturing to the bright red staining the skin of your calf as it dripped down to your boot. The wrap might've held the wound shut, but that didn't mean blood wouldn't have soaked through.
"Oh, this?" You ask, glancing down at your leg, the wound throbbing in agony, but you did your best to avoid it. "I've had worse." That was true, from all those years fighting as an avenger. Getting shot, kicked, stabbed, beaten until you were purple, and undergoing mind control. This tiny stab was the least of your worries. It still hurt like hell, and you couldn't hide the discomfort in your features.
"Do you want a piggyback?" Bucky asks suddenly, slightly annoyed at your nonchalance and still concerned nonetheless. You weren't expecting it, the odd but kind offer, especially from the menace himself. Though you weren't one to pass up being carried. With a hesitant nod, you agree, watching Bucky crouch just a bit, allowing you to climb on his back.
The position was awkward for both of you. With his hands tightening on the back of your knees and your arms wrapped around his neck, neither of you could think straight. Yet, you were still thankful. The road to the airport was a long one, and you weren't sure if you could make it in your state. Bucky held you as if you weighed nothing, his super-soldier strength showing off while he carried you on his back, footsteps matching up with Sam. He didn't mind doing it, especially since he was the one who offered, and the proximity was just a bonus.
"Sorry about Redwing," Bucky muses, breaking the silence while the three of you sauntered down the empty road. There was nothing for miles, only empty plains of grass and dirt. Young trees scattered, lacking the greenery around them, evident of the cold weather in Munich.
"No, you're not," Sam remarks, narrowing his eyes to a pinprick at the winter soldier. "You've always hated Redwing."
"That doesn't mean I'm not sorry about it," Bucky grumbles, tightening his hold on you as he felt you slipping. You gasp at the sudden strength, clinging better to his shoulders as well. "How're you doin' up there?" He asks, jaw clenching from your touch.
"All things considering," You sigh, pushing aside the butterflies in your tummy at how close you were to Bucky. "I've been better. We've gotta find out where that super serum is coming from."
"Yeah," Sam chimed in, glancing at you. "-And how the hell after 80 years are there eight super-soldiers runnin' loose?"
Loud honks of a horn ring in your ears, tires treading on the gravel as an army jeep slows down beside the three of you. "So, that didn't go as planned, huh?" John chuckles, pushing the door open only for you to keep walking, paying no mind to the man in stars and stripes.
"Okay, keep going," John utters, signaling the driver to keep up as he pulls the door shut. "Look, at least we know what we're up against, huh? And I'm pretty sure it's one of the big three...so,"
"Aliens, androids, or wizards," Lemar comments as John nods his head in agreement.
"There's no such thing as wizards!" Bucky grunts, keeping his eyes forward, hands on the back of your knees.
"Fine, aliens or androids," John settles, sharing a look with his best friend beside him. "Look, it's 20 miles to the airport, and you guys need a ride. Gary, stop," He instructs, the wheels slowing down. John opens the door once again. "Get in," He sighs, motioning all of you inside the jeep as Bucky and Sam's footsteps came to a halt.
Bucky gently sets you down, taking note of the small whimpers falling from your lips. No matter how tough you appeared to be, you still carried so much vulnerability. "You okay?" He asks, eyes filled with so much concern it almost scared you. He hadn't looked at you like that in a while. "Do you want any help?"
With a soft nod, you oblige to Bucky's ask, needing more help than you anticipated. You didn't want to add any strain or force to your injury. You didn't even realize it happened, and that part of it was Sam's fault for swooping to grab you while you had a knife in hand, but you weren't going to start pointing fingers. You wrap your arm around Bucky's shoulder, using him as support while he boosts you up on the jeep after Sam climbs up first, helping you settle beside him.
"Woah!" John exclaims, almost rising to his feet at the sight of your thigh, your hands stained with blood. "Are you okay?"
With a curt nod, you adjust yourself to relieve some of the pressure while Bucky takes a seat on your left, leaving you to be right smack dab in the middle as he pulls the door shut. You blow out a breath, knowing damn well if it hadn't been for the mishap, you would've walked the damn 20 miles.
"Lemar, hand me the first aid kit," John instructs, pointing to the steel case beside his friend. You wanted to protest, but even you knew that the strap wasn't going to work. Mouthing a thank you, you take the case from Lemar's hand and clip it open.
"Okay, so we got eight super-soldiers on a bulk supply run," John continues, the jeep beginning to roll down the road. You hand the case to Sam, asking him to hold it while you searched for gauze, medical tape, and butterfly bandages, you were probably going to need stitches, but you'd worry about that later. "Why?" John asks, watching closely as you patched up your wound.
"They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the blip," Sam answers, handing you another strip of tape. "Maybe they're just tryna help."
"They had a funny way of showing it," Bucky adds, his eyes trained on you, a hiss slipping through your lips as you roll down the remaining spandex. You sigh in relief, the ache becoming dull as you shut the case, giving it back to Lemar.
"Better?" John asks, earning a single nod as a response. "I don't think we've properly met. John Walker," he smiles, offering a shake of his hand, but you didn't move, only staring at the outstretched palm in front of you. "Does she talk?" John mumbles suddenly, looking to Sam or Bucky for a reply.
Your eyes cast down, gaze hardening at the sight of the shield in his grasp. Flashes of Steve running through your mind, the many times he'd catch you trying to throw it like he would. Steve Rogers meant a lot to you, having joined him in not signing the Sokovian accords, being an outlaw, and helping to clear Bucky's name with Sam. So, seeing a man who wasn't Steve hold the shield awoke something in you. Something unkind and hateful.
"When she wants to," You claim, John squirms in his seat, sensing the tension as your eyes flicker to his. "And frankly has no desire to speak to you."
"You don't even know me," John defends, glancing at Bucky, a sly smirk on his lips, and Sam, who rendered quiet, his eyes looking elsewhere. John sets his attention back on you, lips razor thin.
You scoff, shaking your head softly as you fold your arms over your chest. "Jonathon F. Walker," You begin, leaning back in your seat, your eyes never leaving his. "Former Captain of the U.S Army's 75th Rangers Regiment. Graduated at the top of your class from the United States Military and the first person in American history to receive three medals of honor, ran RS-one missions in counterterrorism and hostage rescue."
John's tongue darts between his lips, a frown spreading throughout his forehead at the information you were giving him. Either you did research on him or, you just read his file, which you had done both. You were not one to go into a mission without potentially knowing who you were up against. It was better to be safe than sorry.
"So you saw the news?" John chuckles, the frown falling from his features while he shrugs. "Big deal, so did the entire world."
"Custer's Grove High school alumni."
John's smile falters.
"There you met, Lemar Hoskins and your current wife," You tilt your head in curiosity. "Olivia, right? Or am I getting it wrong?"
Clearing his throat softly, John broke eye contact with you. So you did know him, and you probably knew more than you led on. "Do they always just stare like that?" He gestures between you and Bucky, who had displayed the same distaste for him.
Sam glances beside him, observing the matched body language you shared with Bucky, its no wonder Bucky had taken a liking to you, even if he'd never admit it. "You get used to it," Sam smirks, turning his head back to Walker.
"Okay..." John drags, eyes flickering to the more sensible one of the trio, and that was Sam. "Look, that serum doesn't have the greatest track record, no offense," He waves his hand, dismissing the insult directed towards the only super-soldier in the car.
"We need to figure out where they're going. How'd you track 'em here?" Sam asks, "The flag smashers."
"Uh," Lemar murmurs, scratching the back of his head. "We didn't track them. We tracked you through Redwing."
"You hacked my tech!?" Sam gripes, straightening out his back as he sat up.
"Sorry," John laughs, "It's not exactly hacking. It's government property...kind of the government. Alright, you know things have gotten kind of..."
"Chaotic," Lemar adds.
"Yeah," John nods in agreement. "The GRC, they're doing their best to get things up and running smoothly post blip. If you guys teamed up with us-"
"No." Bucky interrupts. He couldn't let Walker finish that sentence.
"I've got mad respect for all of you," Lemar praises, looking between the trio before him. "But you were getting your asses kicked 'til we showed up."
"And who are you?" Bucky bemuses, cocking a brow at the man next to John.
"Lemar Hoskins," You mention, "I could've sworn we've been through this." You shake your head at the old man, for being 106, he couldn't hear a thing.
"I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear," Sam shrugs, "I'm gonna need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins."
"I'm Battlestar, John's partner."
"Battlestar?" Bucky repeats, narrowing his eyes at Lemar as he nods, confirming his alias. "Stop the car!" Bucky shouts suddenly, brakes screeching as the wheels come to a stop in the middle of the road. Bucky pulls open the handle, ducking, as to not rail his head on the bar-frame above him before hopping off the jeep.
"Look, I get it, okay?" John sighs, calling after Bucky. "I get the attitude, I do. You didn't think the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I'm not trying to be Steve!"
"Good," You interject, rendering John to settle his eyes on you. "Because you will never be. And just because you're the one wielding it..." You grab the bar above your head, using it to pull yourself up. "It doesn't make you Captain America." And with that, you carefully jump off the jeep, following after the heated super-soldier.
Sighing in frustration, he rips his eyes away from your retreating figures. "I'm not trying to replace him either. I'm just trying to be the best Captain America I can be." He explains to Sam, hoping the falcon would cut him some slack. "-And it'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingman on my side."
Sam's eyes widen in surprise, his tongue darting between his lips. "It's always that last line," He scoffs, shaking his head as he jumped off the car, following you and Bucky.
John's lips thin out, face scrunching in a scowl. "Let's go," He instructs. The sound of the jeep leaving making its way to your ears.
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Ok, first question about Luckyboy!AU, Rook has a girlfriend? As far as I know in cannon he doesn't even have a love interest? thought that might be my fault since it's been years since I've watched any Ben 10 series (really have to rewatch some eppisodes here :P) Who is she and what is she like? Has Rook ever taken her girlfriend in a date to the coffee shop? How much of a tease is Ben with Rook when he isn't on a date? And how much of a wingman is he when he is in one?
How is Ben's social life outside his Nekomata persona by the way? I imagine he still has some friends since he's a charismatic extrovert, but with how different everything is here compared to the prime timeline, I can't see who he might be friends with besides Julie.
Now, let's make some questions that aren't about Ben :D With the amount of invasions that Earth has had over the years is the general public privy of the existence of aliens as something more than just tourists that one almost never sees, or do they know but only aknowledge it when they see an alien in person? How is the general people view of aliens regardless?
Also, does Gwen 10 have good or bad public relations? Like, does Will Harangue berate her and turn the public against her, or is she lucky enough that he's focused on Nekomata and not her? How do the humans see her, as a hero, a child soldier, a menace, a necessary evil?
Also also, how do the Plumbers play in the whole PR thing? Do they manipulate everything so the humans have the view they think is the healthiest between humans and aliens? Do they only play damage control whenever alien activity is reported to the public? Are they known or are they still an underground organization? How does the public view them as, considering they're basically intergalactic police that aren't the most competent, specially considering that some countries have beef with their own police forces?
Now, to leave all of the political and heavy talk behind, how often does Ben play with Ship and Julie? Like, they're friends, obviously Ben gets petting privilegies and becomes a pet sitter whenever Julie has to go on a tournament and can't take care of them herself. PET SHENANNIGANS MUST ENSUE THERE, AND YOU CAN'T CONVINSE ME OTHERWISE XD
Also, I imagine a scenario where Kevin and Gwen enter the coffee shop unaware that the other is in there and Ben does everything in his power to force them to sit on the same table, reminding both of them that this is a true neutral zone and "Please don't break anything here and remember to play nice, if you manage to get through this without punching eachother I'll give you a discount on your next coffee", which is a very good offer if they think about it. Meanwhile Argit is waiting at the bar watching over the situation "Bet you 10 bucks they'll be shouting over eachother in 5 minutes" "Bet you it takes them 10 minutes"... It takes them 7 and a half minutes exactly and they can't decide who wins the bet. "There's no way they're getting out of this hating eachother any less" "As long as they don't break anything and don't bother the other clients, I count it as a win"
So Rook had an established relationship in Omniverse with Rayonna, she was introduced abit later in the series when Ben and Rook with to Revonnah. It was a very 2D relationship, just put there maybe cause of the whole shipping fiasco between Ben and Rook(?) don't take my word for it ;;
For the Lucky Boy! AU, they're together, but it's been years since Rooks been to Revonnah, crime never takes a break, neither does he. So his relationship with Rayonna is very flakey, they're on the verge of breaking up, buuut due to Revonnahgander traditions, they're together still. (pulling this out of my ass ;; )
Rook ends up mentioning he has a girlfriend at some point, it was just a casual thing, Ben won't bring up the topic because the way Rook talks about Rayonna makes him feel a little bit iffy towards the subject.
Outside of work and the Nekomata persona Ben's a little awkward in the social circumstances. At that point his social battery's almost completely clocked out. So unless he's dragged out by his friends, Julie, his old soccer mates - although it's happening a lot less now, since school finished a while ago and they're moving on with their own lives- (i refuse to call it football), Alan, if they both end up clocking out at the same time. OR, Rook. Sometimes Max if he's around will invite Ben for lunch or an afternoon snack run. (Mr smoothies, with a "healthy" dose of chillie fries. Best way to lure Ben out.)
Hell yeah, let's get down to the world building buisness, my favourite cup of tea.
Humans are very knowledgeable about alien existence, you'd have to be pretty ignorant to not believe in aliens. (I mean, lets face it, in the world we live in today, I bet, that if aliens did show themselves, some group would just say they're government actors, or russian/chinese spies. Comical, but sadly a realistic scenario...)
With the amount of invasions that have happened, and the daily attacks- normally done by humans with access to alien tech- Humans are quite fearful of them. Which has urged the plumbers to keep the aliens that live on earth down underTown.
It's not all humans of course, just most. Media influence has also pushed the feardar way up.
Will Harangue, surprisingly uplifts Gwen 10 to the eyes of the public, he's also much more focused on Nekomata. (bad news= views= good news). In Harangues personal opinion though, he'd prefer no aliens at all. So he does let his badmouthing of Gwen slip sometimes.
They do a lot of damage control, their original goal was to keep alien life hidden from the public until they(the people) were deemed ready, however, not so easy when an invasion happens nearly once a month. At least it's all limited to Bellwood. For now...
The plumbers are known to the public but aren't like your typical police force- you can't just call them. But they're always around on patrol. The police aren't exactly fond of them cause "They're terking our jerbs". But they have a joint thing going on, the police handle the human crimes, unless alien tech is involved, and the plumbers handle the alien crimes.
The public views them as an iffy subject, not exactly hailed as heroes, but more of a neutral, they're here to stay I guess, kinda thing. The focus is on Gwen mostly, as the poster child(adult) of the plumbers. (this is where I really wanna separate reality and fantasy, cause like, the issues with the police at the moment is major sooo, eh, it's a touchy subject matter)
Yes to this one. When Julie's away Ben and Ship play. Ben and Julie don't meet up often, work and the vigilante life make Ben way too busy, buuut when they do meet up Julie will pop by Bens apartment - Ben makes sure nothing incriminating is around if that's the case - , or they'll hang out at the dog park, and watch the dogs go ballistic around Ship.
For the pet scenarios, visualize them to your hearts content. I got some cats laying around for my reference... even though they mostly sleep- lazy bastards.
Yes to this too! Argit and Ben would totally make bets- Ben being an anodite can sense Kevin and Gwens emotions and when they're gonna break out into a fight- So he always wins the bets. Argit has learned to not bet too high when it comes to that- if he actually forks up in the first place- .
In the case Kevin and Gwen had broken out into a fist fight, Kevin obsorbing the marble counter, Gwen turning into fourarms. Ben nearly broke his cover trying to prevent any fights, until a coworker had stepped in and promptly kicked them both out. (maybe I'll design some coworkers)
Now to get me some mint tea, cause my fingers are about to freeze off ;;
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Hello love,
Congratulations for the 800 followers! You absolutely deserve this and so much more! I'm happy to see how your blog grows and that you're still providing all of us with wonderful content. You're one of the first blogs that I've started to follow here on Tumblr and I'm so lucky to have found your blog ♡
As for your celebration event, could I please request a 🍨 vanilla milkshake with a male Peaky Blinders Character?
I'm more on the curvy side (and insecure about it) and I'm ALWAYS wearing black (which I love, no matter what others say or even more if they object). As for my personality, I'm a highly complex, paradox and complicated individium. I'm unbelievable patient, timid, awkward, kind, forgiving, open-minded, compassionate, thruthful, gentle and calm and I've been told that I have a calming effect on others, that I can easily ground anyone and anything, no matter how troubled their mind is. I prefer vintage over modern things. I think rather deep which often leads me to overthinking everything, which in turn leads me to doubting (very much) myself. You would be surprised how timid and reserved I am, I'm sure you wouln't notice me in a room full of people if it wouldn't be for my different appearance (but I like it this way). I'm always well-meaning, yet often misunderstood (maybe because it's hard for me to articulate myself). I can be incredible lazy, clumsy and forgetful. I've always felt like I don't really belong anywhere, so I've started to distance myself from others a while ago. I'm a outsider, weird, a dork, not normal, a loner and I fucking love it, because I like to be different, I would hate to fit into just one box and to be like everyone else. And I like people who are not ashamed to be their 100% true self, no matter how different that is from the mainstream. I'm the most loyal person you'll ever find, once you earn my trust, I'll always be on/by your side, no matter what. That says a lot, because I'm hard to scare away. Sometimes I feel alienated from the people and things surrounding me and I'm sure that I annoy and bore them. I'm very nervous and insecure around others, which is why I try to avoid people and why I'm not talking all that much around them (though, I'm a really good listener). I'm easily overwhelmed by large crowds and much light/noise, that's why I don't like to go outside, I prefer to cozy up at home. I would never intentionally hurt a animal and I'm not eating any meat, which is very important to me. I believe that there isn't a ounce of cruelty inside me. I'm unassuming and understanding, I only believe what I've witnessed on my own and I have endless acceptance for almost everything. Due to my Insomnia, I'm a night owl. I have strong personal values, am very opinionated and I'm really in-touch with myself and even though I'm extremly insecure, I would never reduce or change myself and views/opinions for someone and I neither have a problem to challenge authority and advocating for my beliefs. I'm a perfectionist and sometimes I really hate it. And, as you can see, I'm unable to be brief. My favourite colours are dark green, black, gold and dark purple. My greatest passion is music, even if I can't sing or play an instrument.(I prefer rock/punk/pop/80s/90s) It's the most calming and therapeutic thing when it comes to my anxiety and depression and I could never live a day without it. You will never see me in the street without headphones in my ears and even when I'm at home there's music playing almost all the time. I could talk for hours about music and what it means to me. And otherwise I love to watch films and series (I like fantasy, horror, psychological thriller, science fiction and psychological drama and almost anything from the 70s, 80s and 90s). I love rainy days and to go outside while it's pouring big, fat drops. What I love the most is to drive around without a destination, while talking and listening to music. And I love to spend time with my cat, if I could, I would have endless animals who live peacefully and loved with me. I enjoy to have deep talks and to be challenged to think. I love to take late-night-strolls, while gazing into the sky and watching the stars/moon. I have a fascination for dark and macabre things.
I really hope that's not too much? But thank you anyway ♡
Have a good day!
thank you so much for your kind words, you have no idea how much it means to me to know that I was one of the first blogs you followed ;; here’s your vanilla milkshake - and it’s also my first time writing for peaky blinders, but I hope it’s alright; and I hope finn shelby will find the portrait I paint of him accurate enough...
Birmingham was a drab and disheartening place enough without the war adding to its joylessness; but somehow the streets are even worse to bear deserted than when they’re bustling and fetid. Especially for a ten year old boy who wants nothing but to play with someone, to talk to someone, to see someone.
With his brothers off fighting somewhere in France and his aunt too busy with her businesses (adult stuff that Finn has absolutey no interest in attempting to understand), the youngest Shelby has been fighting off an affliction worse than consumption and measles, because much more insidious for a boy his age; boredom
and he’s so sad, so irrevocably sad, with no one to bruise his knees with and throw mud at, that he just aimlessly wanders the empty streets whenever aunt Polly isn’t looking, to find a semblance of stimulation
(he used to enjoy the solitude, it gave him time to imagine delirious stories in fantastical worlds and read the most enthralling of novels, but not anymore. four years of reclusion is an awfully long time for a little boy.)
and it’s during one of his escapades that he first meets you
you’re a little girl his age, dressed in a pretty dress, wearing pretty booties and holding a pretty little woven basket, but your face is stuck on the most grouchy frown he’s ever seen on a little girl, and you don’t walk, you stomp down the wet pavement like a wrathful titan
And it’s probably the first time in four years that he’s been this close to making a new friend, so he walks up to you, despite how rusty his communication skills have become
“Girls don’t frown. It’s unbecoming.”
(Yes, pretty rusty indeed; but in his defense, he’s ten, he’s bored, he’s lonely, and he’s only ever heard Ada say it, and Ada is the most level-headed of his siblings, so anything she says must be true, right?)
“Shut up.”
(Well, if it was unbecoming of you to frown, it’s even more to rebuff someone so rudely. You don’t even spare a glance and continue walking; he has to hurry to catch up to you.)
“You can’t say that. It’s a bad word.”
“How do you know that?”
“My family says it all the time, but they told me I can’t say it.”
“Well, my family is not your family. And I hate my family!”
You’ve yelled the last words at the sky, so loud that the crows on the neighboring roofs have taken off in a startled flight.
“They want to wear this stupid dress to go to the stupid market to buy stupid meat. I don’t even want to eat meat, that’s cruel! And I don’t even want to wear a frilly dress! I want to wear black!”
And in saying so you tugged at the pink and white ribbons that encircled your waist.
And Finn couldn’t help being extremely intrigued at this little girl who said bad words and refused to eat meet and wanted to wear black. It was the most exciting thing to ever happen in all the duration of the war.
“You want to wear a black dress?”
“Yes, but my mama won’t let me. She says it’s too sad because of the war. But black isn’t sad! Black is beautiful!”
“Maybe I could find you a black dress. I’m sure my sister must have one. Where do you live?”
And, loyal to his promise, the following morning he had run to your doorstep and snuck into your house - a proper Shelby talent, to be able to go unnoticed or make a ruckus depending on the occasion - with an old, crinkled mourning dress of Ada’s, that had probably belonged to his mother and had been mended several times
And it was obviously five sizes too big for you and you looked more like a ghost from one of Finn’s horror novels, your arms floating in the sleeves and the hem of the skirt pooling at your feet, but your smile was the brightest light he’d ever seen in this whole damn town.
“Do you like it?”
(He didn’t really know why he sounds so nervous. Maybe it was having a friend, a real friend, and doing something personal for them... or maybe it had to do with how fast his heart beat, watching you in that gigantic, shapeless dress)
“I love it! Thank you so much, Finn!”
From then on started one of the most wonderful friendships Finn would ever have, and what would bring a ray of light to the grim existence of a little boy in the midst of a global war
Despite the ration cards, despite the loneliness, despite the worry that tugged at his stoic aunt’s eyes for her son and nephews across the Channel... he found an unspeakable solace in your friendship
And one day, without a trace, you were gone
He knocked on your door; gone. He asked all the neighbors what had happened to the family that lived there; gone. He wrote you letters and sent them to the confines of England; gone. He got scolded by Polly for marking numbers at random on Tommy’s state-of-the-art telephone; gone.
Suddenly he was back to the bleak existence he had battled with before meeting you, and the hollow inside his chest only grew wider as the days went on, because he had no explanation as to what had happened to you, and worried every single day
Thankfully, the war ended not long after, and his brothers came back home, all alive and unscathed - well, for the most part
Fast forward more or less ten years, and much has changed in Finn Shelby’s life and in old Birmingham, but the memory of you still stugs at his heartstrings
One evening, he’s tasked by Arthur to run some errands, send a few messages, scout a few places; the most dangerous thing his older brothers will ever let him do
His task leads him to a bar in the center of town, one that pours its joyous light and music into the street outside; he’s there to meet with a client, arrange a meeting; nothing he’s hasn’t done already
But the evening takes a turn for the unexpected when he recognizes the girl sat alone at a table, enjoying the musicians’ jazz with an air of pure bliss on her face
It’s been ten years, of course, but... it’s unmistakable. That face, that silhouette, and the black ensemble from head to toe... and he’s always had a knack for remembering faces, especially those that mark him deeply
Suddenly he’s frozen on the spot, and he has forgotten why he came to the bar in the first place, what his target looks like - all he knows is you, and how beautiful you look in the dim light of the bar, and the undisclosed and unknown feelings he had for you at the time come flooding back.
Except this time, he understands, and he fears them, because he doesn’t have time for any of this, and it’s way too dangerous for you and him
But he can’t just pass you by and not say a word?
He swallows, hard.
And walks up to you.
“Y/N?”
You open your eyes, and your face flashes with recognition, and a little bit of pain as well. Even if you fled without a word, and left him hanging all these years, he’s incapable of rancor
“Finn... wow, you’ve changed so much.”
“You haven’t.”
He gestures at your face, your clothes, how you savor the music like the finest drink in the world, and you laugh and blush, sending his heart into overdrive
“Where were you all this time?”
“I’m so sorry, Finn... my brother died in the war, and... my mom sent me to live with my grandparents in Scotland. We were all destroyed by grief... I needed to get away.”
“Without explanation? Not even a word?”
“I wanted to write to you, so bad, but... I couldn’t remember your address. I couldn’t remember anything about Birmingham at all...”
He nods, slowly, in understanding.
The war opens wounds that never heal, even after all the most beautiful friendships and love stories in the world.
“But I’m really glad I found you.”
His heart is pounding in his throat. Maybe it’s a sign of destiny that he found you here, tonight, alone, and ready to welcome him back. Maybe it’s a word from fate, that you can never truly be apart.
So he takes the seat in front of you, and you smile, that shy but bright smile of yours, and he forgets all about his mission, his client, and his brothers.
They’ll have to understand.
800 follower sleepover
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