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acabecca · 7 years

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Endless list of OCs // Maggie Daley - Fear the Walking Dead [1/??]

“Mom-”

“No.”

“Mom-”

“I said no, Maggie!” Pat yelled, whirling round to face her youngest child. “We’re leaving, and that’s the end of it. This place has taken too much from my family-”

“Mom it’s not safe out there-”

“It’s not safe in here!” Pat interrupted. “Walker and his men, they’re coming. They’re going to attack the compound, we’re going to lose people… People we care about. I’m not letting anything happen to you, or to your brother. We’re taking what can carry, and we’re going.”

Maggie resisted the urge to scowl. “I don’t want to leave the ranch, Mom. We won’t survive out there, I’m telling you. You haven’t seen it, you don’t know what it’s like,” she shook her head, and Pat rolled her eyes at her daughter. Maggie hadn’t seen it, either. She hadn’t ventured too far outside of the gates since the outbreak had started. But she knew. She knew what was waiting for them out there.

Pain. Misery. Death.

She knew.

“We’re your family, Maggie Beth. You’re my daughter. You’re coming with us, even if I have to drag you,” Pat warned, turning her back on her daughter and walking towards the door of their cabin.

“What about the Otto’s?” Maggie asked, biting down on her bottom lip when she saw her mother slowly turn back to face her. “Are they not family, too? Dad was- Dad was a founder of this place. He and Jeremiah were like family. Troy and- and Jake-”

“Is that what this is about?”

Maggie blinked. “What?”

“Jake,” Pat narrowed her eyes slightly. “Is that what this is about? Is that why you don’t want to leave? Are you the reason Jake came to speak to me, to try to get me to change my mind about leaving?”

Maggie gulped, her stomach flipping. “Jake- Jake knows you want us to go? You told him?” she asked in a whisper, hurt flooding her as she wondered why he hadn’t spoken to her about it, given her some warning that this was coming.

“I told Jeremiah,” Pat crossed her arms over her chest. “He must have told Jake.”

“Oh,” Maggie looked down at her hands.

“Charlene loved him, Maggie.”

Maggie tensed at the mention of her older sister and her features hardened into a glare as her defensive gaze snapped up to meet her mother’s accusatory one.

“What are you implying?” Maggie asked with a scowl.

“I’m not implying anything, I’m saying you’ve been spending a lot of time with Jake since Charlene’s death, I’m telling you that people are beginning to talk.”

Maggie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “They have no idea what they’re even talking about,” she grumbled. “Jake’s… Mom… Jake’s been teaching me stuff. Like how to use more than a handgun. He’s just been looking out for me, that’s all, because he promised Charlene. If people here opened their damn eyes then they’re realise they were gossiping about the wrong brother-” she stopped, her eyes widening slightly as she realised what she had said and she looked away from her mother’s curious stare.

“What?”

“What? Nothing.”

“…Maggie-”

“I should go and do my chores before someone comes looking for me,” she interrupted, standing up and wiping her palms on her jeans. “I’ll see you later, Mom!”

“Maggie Beth,” Pat snapped, grabbing hold of her daughter’s arm as she walked past her. “You stay away from Troy Otto, do you hear me? He’s- he’s bad news. He’s trouble. He’s… You’re why he tried to stop us from leaving.”

Maggie quickly looked up to meet Pat’s angry stare. “What?”

“Your brother and I, we went down to the collect some supplies earlier on,” Pat explained. “He stopped us, told us we couldn’t take anything, not even what we put into this place. He told us we weren’t going to leave. You- you talk to him, Maggie. You tell him we’re leaving, that you want to come with us. You talk to Jake and you get him to keep Troy under control, do you hear me?”

“I’m not-”

“Do you hear me, Maggie?!”

Maggie looked down, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Yes, ma’am.”

Pat waited for few seconds before she slowly let go of Maggie’s arm and, throwing her youngest child a look of contempt, she turned and walked out of their cabin. Maggie sighed heavily, sitting back down on her bunk and letting her head drop into her hands.

She didn’t want to leave the ranch.

Charlene had told her stories of what it was like outside of the walls, Jake had told her, Troy had told her… Troy had stopped her from going on the last hunt with them because he knew she wasn’t prepared for what was out there.

And her mother was ready to pack up and leave, taking her two kids, the only family she had left, into the unknown?

They wouldn’t survive.

Maggie knew they wouldn’t survive.

Sure, since Charlene’s death she had toughened up considerably – Jake was teaching her everything she needed to know about weapons, Troy had taught her how to fight, how to get herself out of a sticky situation, how to fool people into thinking you weren’t a threat. But Maggie knew that, outside of the safety of the ranch, she wouldn’t make it. Not without them.

“Did you hear me?”

Maggie’s head snapped up and she jumped as she saw the younger boy stood in the doorway of the cabin.

“Jesus, Gabe, you scared the crap out of me. What’s up?”

“I said, Mike and his family are leaving,” he breathed, glancing over his shoulder. “Troy’s trying to stop them, and Jake is trying to stop him. You better get out here, Maggie. Calm him down.”

“Which one?” she asked with a groan, and Gabe shrugged his shoulders before he ran back outside, Maggie close behind him.

She could see the campervan stopped by the gates and she could see Jake and Troy stood off to the side, a crowd of people surrounding them to see what would happen. Running her hand through her blonde hair with a huff, Maggie pushed her way through the crowd, just in time to see Troy’s fist connect with Jake’s cheek.

“Troy!” Maggie yelled, pushing her way forwards as Jeremiah darted towards his youngest son.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, raising his hand and hitting Troy across the face.

“Dad, no!” Jake called, but his father wouldn’t listen as he continued to hit Troy.

“Stop!” Maggie called, slipping past Jake’s outstretched arm and putting herself between Troy and his father. “Stop, this isn’t-” Maggie stopped talking the second Jeremiah’s hand connected with her cheek, and she could do nothing but stare up the old man in shock.

Everything seemed to happen at once. The look of horror that spread across Jeremiah’s face as he realised what he had done, Jake pulling her out of the way and quickly inspecting her eye as Troy rushed towards his father, his face screwed up in rage.

“Troy, no!” Madison called, putting herself between them as Maggie had done. “No,” she told him, holding her hands up and glancing at Jeremiah over her shoulder before her eyes drifted over to Maggie. “You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Maggie nodded, ignoring the stinging in her cheek and trying her hardest not to wince and Jake took her face in his hands. “I’m fine.”

“Let me see.”

She was pulled out of Jake’s grasp by Troy as he spun her around, inspecting her eye where a red mark had already started to form. She was painfully aware of how close he was standing to her, of his fingertips tracing her cheek as he inspected her face. She could feel his breath on her face and she could feel the stares of everyone around them fixing on them both, but she couldn’t move.

She knew she should move, she knew she should get as far away from Troy as possible if they didn’t want anyone finding out just exactly what had been going on between them, but it was as if she was frozen to the spot.

Troy’s touch was soft, almost gentle, and it had unnerved her.

She had to hold in a snort. Troy was being nice to her, and it made her nervous.

How fucked up was that?

It was Jeremiah’s voice that snapped her out of her daze as he tried to apologise, but she ignored him and her fingers wrapped around Troy’s wrists as she pulled his hands away from her face.

“I’m fine,” she repeated to him and he looked down, nodded slightly as his eyes met hers. “Are you alright?” she asked quietly.

Troy scoffed, pulling his hands out of her grasp and glancing at the dispersing crowd, a handful of people still stood around watching them. He could feel his father’s stare burning into the back of his head, he could see Madison watching out of the corner of his eye and he spotted Pat staring at them from further away, her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face.

But it was the look of confusion, even hurt, on Jake’s face that made him do it.

He took Maggie’s face in his hands and he pulled her closer, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. She didn’t respond at first, so Troy pulled her a little closer to him and as her hands came to rest on his chest, he smiled against her lips before pulling away, resting his forehead against hers.

“I’m fine,” he murmured.

“How many people are watching us right now?” Maggie asked, her voice muffled as she buried her face in Troy’s chest.

“Uh…” He paused, glanced up and looking around. “Definitely less than everyone,” he told her, chuckling when she let out a quiet groan. “Come on, let’s do something about that eye.”

Maggie kept her eyes on the ground, avoiding Jake’s stare as Troy pulled away from her and took her hand, leading her towards the cabin he has claimed as his for when he wanted to get out of the main house, away from his father and brother. Once they were inside, Troy kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a towel, tipping his bottle of water over it and handing it to Maggie. She took it off him and stared down at the towel in confusion.

“Uhm, thanks?”

“It’s for your eye,” Troy told her.

“I’m fine-”

“I know how hard my dad can hit, alright?” he frowned. “Just… Just humour me,” he grumbled as he continued to potter about the cabin, not really doing anything but avoiding the stare Maggie was shooting him. He didn’t want to do this. Not yet.

“…It’s your eye you should be worried about,” she whispered, placing a hand on his arm and feeling his tense under her touch. “Troy, come on,” Maggie sighed, grabbing hold of his arm and pushing him down on to his bed before moving to stand between his legs. Troy smirked, reaching up and placing his hands on her waist but Maggie huffed and pushing him away. “No,” she told him, gesturing for him to sit up properly. He did as she said (albeit reluctantly) and she balled up the small towel he had given her before pressing it against his right eye. He winced, but only for a second, and Maggie smiled softly. “It’s just getting back to normal after the spoon incident, and now you get hit. You need to be more careful.”

“People need to stop doing shit to me.”

“You need to be more careful,” Maggie repeated with pursed lips and Troy sighed, his hands once again landing on her waist as he pulled her closer, leaning his head against her stomach. “…Are you gonna tell me what that was about?” she asked quietly.

“You know what it was about,” Troy grumbled. “Vernon was leaving, his family were taking our stuff, our fuel, our food. I couldn’t let them get away with that.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Maggie replied, the tips of her fingers playing with Troy’s curls. “I mean you and Jake. What was that about?” she asked again, and Troy stilled. Maggie pulled back slightly, looking down at him with a frown. “Troy?”

“He- he can’t protect this place, Maggie,” he muttered. “He won’t protect this place. He won’t fight for the ranch, or for the people, not like I will. But my dad doesn’t see that. He’s gonna leave Jake in charge, you know? When he dies. Jake’s going to be the one running this place, and he’s not strong enough. Walker and his men are going to come and unless we prepare, unless we fight, they’re going to take everything we’ve built. They’ll kill us, Maggie, and Jake isn’t strong to protect the people here. To protect you.”

Maggie’s teeth sank into her bottom lip as she hummed quietly, trying to decide what to say to him.

“Are… Are you gonna protect me?”

Troy bristled. “Of course I am.”

“Do you think I need you to?”

“…No,” Troy admitted with a sigh. “Not anymore. Not- not since… Your dad… Charlene. You’ve… changed.”

“Yeah,” Maggie agreed quietly. “Only reason you looked twice at me though, isn’t it? Because I’ve changed,” her tone was teasing, but Troy knew there was a seriousness behind her words.

Before her father had died, Maggie had just been a girl who Troy grown up with. A girl who had very obviously had a crush on him when they were kids, and a girl he found annoying, if he was being totally honest. She had never really contributed much to anything when she first moved onto the ranch before the outbreak, she was Daddy’s little girl and Noah barely let her out of his sight. Troy had been sure that she would completely break down in this new world, but she hadn’t.

Her father had died, and Maggie had been forced to grow up almost overnight. Sometimes, Troy could still see glimpses of the old Maggie shining through, the little girl who wanted to be taken care of but she refused to let that girl out. Something had changed in her when she had lost her father. There was something there, an anger that Troy recognised, and that was what had drawn him to her in the first place.

He had been convinced that she would lose it when Charlene died, that she would be inconsolable and sink into the depths of depression, but she hadn’t. She had been the one holding her family together ever since. She had grown stronger, tougher. Her anger at the world had grown, there was a coldness in her now that hadn’t been there before.

They were the same now.

He thought they were, anyway. He trusted her, he knew that she had his back and she would stand by him no matter what. She didn’t want anyone else to go through what she had gone through after losing Charlene and that meant that they had to fight. Maggie would support him, Troy was sure of it.

He just had to keep her away from Jake. And probably the Clark’s, too.

He studied her carefully as she checked over his eye, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed as she pulled the damp towel away from his face and ran her fingers through his hair, a small smile coming to her face as she looked down to meet his eyes.

“Careful,” he murmured. “People will think this is something more than it is if they see you taking care of me.”

He saw it flash through her eyes for a second. It was gone almost immediately, but he had seen it. Hurt. It made his heart drop knowing that he had caused it and he gulped slightly, but Maggie scoffed and pushed his head back before she stepped out of his grasp.

“Don’t worry, Troy. I’ll make sure everyone knows I only want you for your body,” she rolled her eyes. “God help us if anyone thought we actually liked each other.”

“That’s not what I-”

“Yes it is,” Maggie interrupted him, throwing the towel down on the bed next to him and moving to lean against the small window. “And it’s fine. I know this is just sex, Troy, and I’m okay with it. I’m not looking for some big love story, alright? I’m not looking for a husband and two perfect kids and a dog and even if I was, I know you’re not that kind of guy,” she shrugged her shoulders and Troy paused, leaning forwards and watching her as she turned and looked out of the window, her arms folded over her chest. “I should probably go.”

“Go?” Troy looked up quickly. “Go where?”

Maggie raised an eyebrow. “To talk to my mom…? She’s probably freaking out right now,” she told him, pointing to her eye as she pushed herself away from the window and started to walk towards the door. Troy reached out to stop her, taking hold of her hand and lacing his fingers through hers.

“She wants to leave,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off their joined hands. “Your mom.”

“Yeah…” Maggie looked at the floor. “She told me a little while ago. She also told me you tried to stop her and Dax from taking stuff from the pantry, you made them put it back,” she paused, her voice curious as Troy shrugged nonchalantly.

“Are you gonna go with them?”

“They’re my family,” Maggie bit her lip. “I don’t want to leave the ranch. I feel safe here. Out there…” she paused, glancing towards the window. “I’m not sure I could survive.”

“You could.”

Maggie frowned. “Do you want me to go? With my mom?”

“No,” Troy replied quickly. “No, I don’t, and… And I can keep them here, if you want them to stay. I can make sure they don’t leave the ranch.”

Maggie smiled softly, pulling her hand out of his as he raised his head to meet her eyes.

“Careful, Troy,” Maggie pointed a finger at him, walking backwards towards the door. “People might start to think you actually care about me.”

#ocappreciation #allaboutocs #troy otto #troy otto fanfiction #fear the walking dead #endlesslistofocs #fic: breakdown #maggiextroy #maggie daley #uhhhhh #i have more parts of this #like i have a maggie x jake scene written #and another troy x maggie scene #so if anyone wants another part let me know!!!

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gyllenhaalics · 5 years

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Perks of Being Good - Prologue

Pairing: Mob boss!Jake x reader, hitman!C.Evans x reader Summary: Your father died taking a bullet for one of Jake’s men. So naturally, you take your father’s place as an associate. And Jake honors your father’s last wish by protecting you. He might have gone a little too far with his protection. Disclaimer: I do not own anyone whose name appears in this story. Word count: 1500

Warning: Innocent/corruption kink, fingering, dirty talking, daddy kink, p0rn with plot (that you can ignore).

A/N: This is for my Smut Therapy, a mini-series that’s mostly just smut, to help me (and anyone who needs it) with stress. The list of warnings will get longer as we get to the main part, as noted in this POST.

Dedicated to: @realovesthings my username buddy @gyll-yee-haw you inspired me to write this, thank you so much @angelic-holland & @gyllenwh0re I thought of you while writing this, thank you for all the smut you’ve written for all of us (I hope you’re okay with me tagging you)

You pulled yourself to the corner, shivering, trying to cover your body as much as you could. You bit your lips to block the whimper bubbling inside your throat. Your eyes couldn’t move away from the man standing in the middle of the room.

“Didn’t know the old man has such a cutie of a daughter.”

“Have some respect for the dead, Evans.”

You realized they were talking about your father as the tall, well-built man named Evans walked around with his silenced pistol, kicking the bloody bodies to make sure there was no sign of life left. Several people broke into your apartment. They would have killed you if it wasn’t for these men. You felt a pair of blue eyes pierced through you. He dressed in an all-black suit that accented the gold chain around his neck. You almost jumped when his coat touched your shoulders, and felt his lingering body heat wrapped around you.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe now. Once you calm down, I’d like to have a few words.”

…

It’s been several months after the incident. You’ve been an associate lawyer for Maggie since then. The job was passed on to you by your late father. Maggie handles the family’s legal businesses, and that means someone has to pay taxes. That is why you’re here at one of her property, which happens to be a porn set. At least the mistress spares you a small guest room for your desk, even though the walls are not sound-proof.

You bury your face in mountains of tax documents and property contracts, trying to ignore the dirty talking and heavy moaning. You clip the pages neatly together in a hurry. You only have to give this to Maggie, and then maybe you can ask her to let you go home early for the day. Jake can be here to pick you up at any moment.

“Ma'am, your document.”

You lower your voice and hand the paper stack to the woman behind the camera. She smiles and crooks her finger at you, asking you to come closer. You follow, with reluctance. It seems to be a threesome scene today, the actress lies across the sofa, resting her head on one man’s lap, nibbling on his cock, while the other man is penetrating her. Their hands roam all over her skin, tugging her sensitive spots as she lets out her ecstatic moan and squirms underneath them.

You must admit, for someone who has been here for months, you still get flustered every time they shoot a film. It would be a lie to say you have never watched porn, but Maggie’s works are different, women-oriented if one may call. They are not always gentle and sensual. Some of them are pretty rough.

“That’s a wrap! Somebody give my girl a glass of water.”

Maggie exchanges a few words with the crew and dismisses them soon after. She then turns to you, who have subconsciously hugged the paper stack like a shield.

“What do you think, honey? My offer’s still on if you’re interested.”

“I don’t think I can, ma'am. I’m not uh, experienced.” Blood rushes to your cheeks. Maggie has been offering you to be in one of her works. The pay is hefty and a dozen times more than being a lawyer for the mobs. But you can never see yourself doing it. You don’t know what Maggie sees in you that makes her so determined.

“Oh, honey. Innocence is a perk.”

Maggie brushes a strain of hair to your ear. Before you can process her words, you hear heavy footsteps behind you. You turn and see a man towering over you, still with his gleaming gold chain.

“Afternoon, Mr. Gyllenhaal.”

“Told you to stop calling me that.” Jake winces at your formality. “Maggie hasn’t been too hard on you, has she?”

“Jake, that’s you.” Maggie retaliates, amused at this whole situation.

Things between you and the boss started soon after he saved your life. Your father died taking a bullet for one of Jake’s men. So naturally, you take your father’s place as an associate. And Jake honors your father’s last wish by protecting you. He might have gone a little too far with his protection.

…

On your way back, you lean on Jake’s chest as he has his arm around your back, encasing you in a half embrace. As soon as you got in the car, he couldn’t wait for a second longer to have his hands all over you.

The driver acts like he doesn’t see or hear anything. As far as anyone can tell, you have been the boss’ lover for a while now. One can guess from the way he dotes on you, how he showers you with lavish gifts, or from that one time he had you warm his cock for the entire meeting and you were on the verge of tear because you couldn’t get your release.

“Heard Maggie was pestering you about being in her film?”

He whispers in your ears as he kneads your breasts through the blouse. He isn’t that rough, but the pressure is enough to make your breathing quickened. And you always love the feeling of his beard scratching on your skin. The tickling sensation always gives you butterflies in your stomach. You return his affection by caressing his thigh, inching closer to the visible bulge on his pants.

“Maggie’s been very kind to me. She was only joking.”

“Maggie doesn’t joke about her work, princess.”

Jake grabs your face with his free hand and makes your whimper softly. His lips cover yours in a passionate kiss, almost as if he wants nothing but to devour you whole. After breaking off the kiss, Jake places his fingers on your lips. You obediently open your mouth and take his fingers in as he has taught you. Your tongue swirls around his digits, trying to get them as wet as you can.

“Now, lift your skirt.”

He removes his fingers from your mouth, leaving behind a thin trail of saliva. He looks down at your skirt, giving you the signal to not stopping. He watches in amusement as your trembling hands lift the fabric.

“No panties? And you’re so wet, princess. How filthy.”

But you were the one who told me to. You thought, but you’ve learned from your past mistakes to hold your tongue. Jake grips your neck and pins you down on the backseat. His index finger pushes its way into your bare pussy. It is so sudden you cannot hold back your whimpering.

“Hasn’t she told you? There’s a huge market for your type.”

Jake adds another finger starts pumping them in and out of you, slowly at first.

“Innocent and obedient. Look how well you’ve learned, princess. Inexperienced. Yet so sensitive that any stimulation is too much for you.”

He quickens the pace.

“Can never forget the first time I made you come. You couldn’t stop crying and shaking. Poor thing, how pathetic.”

He curls his fingers, finding your sweet spot. His thumb grazes on your clit. You shut your eyes, letting his biting words ravage your thoughts.

“So naive, you think Maggie is kind? One day, you’ll find yourself spreading your legs for a whole bunch of her goons. Or maybe that’s what you want?”

You shudder at his words. The thought is a little scary for you. That’s not a lie, but an oddly pleasant sensation builds in the pit of your stomach. You feel another wave of wetness leaks from your pussy.

“If you’d like to be a little whore, I can arrange that, princess. Maybe my next meeting, yes? You can warm my cock like the other day. Then, after we finish, I’ll let my men pass you around and use you like the fuck toy you are. And if you’re good enough, maybe they will have mercy on you and fill that little pussy up nicely. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

His voice turns deep and harsh, and his fingers are torturously fast. Your walls contract around him like crazy as you find yourself on the verge of orgasm. The filthy things he said, you know he wouldn’t let anyone touch you without your consent and his permission. But the thoughts alone are enough to bring you over the edge.

“Daddy, please let me come. I need to come. Can I-”

Jake pulls his fingers away. He brings his hand down and smacks at your clit. The combination of the sting from his strike and the sudden lack of stimulation almost drives you insane. He gathers you up into his arms and plants chaste kisses on your forehead.

“Not yet, baby girl. Once we’re home, you’ll be good for daddy and make daddy comes first. Then, and only then, you can come.”

You whine and punch at his chest. Though it probably feels like a mosquito bite to him.

“Don’t be a brat now, princess. Don’t fret. I have a surprise for you at home.”

…

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal smut #mob boss!Jake #smut therapy #smutty smut #fic: perks of being good #fics

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heartlandians · 4 years

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May I ask why you think the writers have so much discretion over the story lines? Submitted by: D McCready ________________________________

I don’t think they are just winging most of it one week before shooting, if that’s what you’re asking. I’ll open up the writing process a little bit at first based on what we’ve been told by Blog Whisperer and the writers:

(Sorry, this is going to be a long one, I got a little carried away!)

Rough outlines for most seasons are written near the end of the year, without production even knowing if there will be a new season. As soon as CBC places their order for the next season, the outlines get fleshed out, with each episode getting assigned to a writer. When the production office opens, the first two episodes have been written but they have since had many changes after input from department heads and after the producers and the writers themselves have gone over them. The scripts are always evolving. Writing one script is about a two month process from beginning to end, and the writers are usually never just writing one script but work few on the same time.

There’s stages for each development of the script (meaning the longer the script goes in color, the longer it’s been worked on) and the scripts are actually printed on that said color to show people working on the show what stage they are on. With HL, the colors are white, pink, blue, yellow, green, goldenrod. So you can see here in this script that the white version was locked in July 10. Something got changed, so the script needed to be printed again on pink couple days later with that change inserted in it. Something got changed again, so then comes the blue pages. This pictured script is a version that’s been revisioned three times since it was submitted as white back in July 10.

At least this used to be the case.

So, when the writers start drafting the scripts, they might look a lot different from what they’ll end up being. Not just because of the input by the different departments and CBC, but also because other things might come up.

Like for example, I think the writers tried to get Mallory to come back even before season 10, but the timing with Jessica and other things never worked out - until season 10 when things fell into place and the writers could write in Mallory’s life situation at that time and get Jake Church involved as well. I also remember there was talks about something bad happening to Ty by the end of season 10 (like he’d get bad news from the hospital or he’d collapse - something along those lines, basically something shocking. Not sure why they changed it, maybe they thought it would be too much after Amy’s delivery or maybe they were still in talks about renewing Graham’s contract and weren’t sure where they’d left Ty, so when that was cleared, everything ended up being okay with Ty). Not to mention, when the flood of High River happened back in 2013, they had planned to shoot a lot of the scenes that year at Maggie’s, but because the set got almost completely destroyed by the water, those scenes had to be rewritten and moved elsewhere. With season 12, the problem was also that they were prepared for a season with 18 episodes and that got cut down to 11 episodes. They had to make it all work in much shorter time and pretty much redo the structure of the season.

So basically I feel like when it comes to the big twists and turns, all the writers are aware of them from the go, but it’s the little nuances (like dialogue) that get polished as the episodes are written by their assigned writers. I don’t think the writers just come to the read-through and go “okay, so here’s my script, now get ready for camera tomorrow!”, but actually present the outcome to the other writers who then give feedback and then the script is once again changed so the outline of the season seems seamless. I would assume another writer could go: “We can’t have X do or say that yet, because it’s not until episode X where that that’s kind of dealt with”, and then that has to be changed, etc. After that CBC and other departments take a look at the script and give their input. CBC might say “this doesn’t represent our values, it has to be changed” or stunt coordinator might say “yeah, we can’t make a horse do that. You have to change it.” It really is a group effort.

For example, from the pilot, the assignment for the writer could be something like: “Marion and Amy are in an accident, Amy survives. Jack, Lou, Tim, Ty, Scott and Mallory and various other supporting characters need to be introduced. Lou’s situation needs to be established. Amy and Ty need to have moments that ignite the spark. Spartan needs to be united with Amy. The ending has to be open and hopeful”, and the writer goes from there (with the first season they had the books to lean on, but later on they were on their own).

I think sometimes you can tell if something feels rushed or odd and make a guess “maybe they had to change this from what it was meant to be”, but I think for the most part the writers have done pretty good job trying to keep all the balls in the air like jugglers, so to speak - we don’t even know what kind of alternative universe is out there, where Heartland is exactly how it was when the first drafts were done. Would be fun to know, though!

Not sure if this answers your question. Sorry if I misunderstood you (might be my English).

#replies #submission

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myownsuperintendent · 6 years

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Abigail’s Best of 2017

I’ve been meaning to do this round-up for a while, but here are my top ten new-to-me books, movies, and plays (for plays only the production had to be new to me) of 2017. If you are looking for things to read or watch, check it out! In alphabetical order:

Books:

Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie—This book was smart and incisive—an immediately absorbing read. I loved Adichie’s commentary on society.

Belinda by Maria Edgeworth—This is an early nineteenth-century novel (I read it in preparation for my comprehensive exam) and bananas in all the very best ways, featuring such plot elements as a cross-dressing duel and a race between pigs and turkeys. It’s also a great look at female friendships.

Bleak House by Charles Dickens—Another one that I read for my comprehensive exams and probably my number one book of the year. It’s so big that it has everything in it—humor, pathos, mystery, and strong characters to whom you have lots of time to become thoroughly attached; I adored its heroine, Esther.

Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood—A really sharp look at the complex dynamics of friendship. It also has a wonderful sense of time and place.

Faithful Place by Tana French—I read and enjoyed all of French’s Dublin Murder Squad books this year, but this one really stands out. It’s not just a murder mystery but a vivid story of family and belonging, one that I totally felt like I understand even though the family it portrays is nothing like my own.

The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain—A very funny tale of traveling with a group. It’s obvious that tourists, as well as people in general, have not changed very much since the nineteenth century.

The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot—Another terrific book from my exam list. I think all of Eliot’s novels (that I’ve read) have something to offer, but this is definitely my favorite; its heroine, Maggie, is such a vivid creation, determined and defiant in the face of social constraints.

Scarlett Epstein Hates It Here by Anna Breslaw—I really felt that this young adult novel about a fanfiction writer got fandom to a T. It was funny, breezy, and charming.

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel—A beautifully written and unique story. Its characters and setting are perfectly drawn, and it gives such a strong sense of hope despite its bleak content.

The True Meaning of Smekday by Adam Rex—A laugh-out-loud hilarious children’s book. It features two great characters in its heroine Tip and her alien friend J.Lo, and although I read it almost a year ago now, I still remember many of the funny lines.

Movies:

Amar Akbar Anthony—I was a TA for a Bollywood class in the spring and was introduced to many great films. This story of three brothers who were separated at birth is over-the-top in just the right way, featuring great songs and humor.

Bande de Filles—This movie beautifully captures the power of female friendship. There are great performances from the young actresses, especially in the scene where they lip sync to “Diamonds.”

Ghostbusters—Another great take on female relationships! I loved the performances in this one as well and the characterization of the women and their interactions.

Kapoor & Sons (Since 1921)—Another film from the Bollywood class, this is a heartfelt family story with both comedy and drama. The characters feel real and complex.

Lady Bird—The only new movie I saw this year, this one was definitely worth seeing. Such a strong portrayal of a young woman’s subjectivity—it made me laugh and cry and kept me absorbed all through.

Night of the Demon—This movie is perhaps not good in an objective sense, but I really enjoyed watching it. It features a séance at which everyone sings “Cherry Ripe” and an extremely hokey-looking demon.

The Night of the Hunter—This movie really felt like no other I have ever seen. It’s a dark story with excellent performances throughout and almost the quality of a fable.

Om Shanti Om—This film, also from the Bollywood class, was an absolute delight. It has fabulous musical numbers and a lot of self-referential humor—I was glad it was the last one we watched in the class, as it really benefited from having seen other films in the genre.

Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak—My final selection from the Bollywood class, this Romeo and Juliet story features two absurdly charming lead actors in Aamir Khan and Juhi Chawla. It is also delightfully female gazey.

The X-Files—This movie has Dana Scully in it, which gives it an automatic leg up on all but one other movies. It’s also just fun and a really good mix of elements—adventure, snappy dialogue, incredible sexual tension.

Plays:

Assassins—I’d seen a production of this many years ago, but I was glad to see it again. It’s a dark but fascinating look at presidential assassins or would-be assassins, with a really smart book and score.

Come from Away—Such an uplifting and affirming musical. It absolutely made me laugh and cry and had such a strong message of hope; I was also very impressed by the performances of the cast, all of whom played multiple roles.

Fun Home—I’d seen this on Broadway but knew I absolutely wanted to see the tour. This is probably my favorite recent musical—an honest, often painful but sometimes hopeful story with a wonderful protagonist in Alison Bechdel.

Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812—This was a really enjoyable production with great stagecraft and performances in an immersive setting. Shout-out to the chorus member who cussed out the audience member who was filming him; my family will never forget you.

The New Yorkers—A funny musical about wacky New Yorkers in the 1920s. The first act concludes with a tribute to wood and lots of wood being brought onto the stage (this is not a euphemism).

Peerless—A chilling modern-day take on Macbeth, in which two high schooler sisters murder a classmate in an attempt to get his spot at an elite college. It terrifically explores the tensions of academic achievement.

Sunday in the Park with George—A really beautiful show all around. Jake Gyllenhaal and Annaleigh Ashford gave wonderful performances in the leads, but the whole cast shone, as did the smart and moving material.

Sweat—A strong play about tensions in a languishing factory town. The characters and their problems were realistically and sympathetically portrayed, with no real heroes or villains.

War Paint—I must admit that I know people involved in this show, but I am confident that I would like it anyway. The story of Helena Rubinstein and Elizabeth Arden, who started the cosmetics industry, the show explores the struggles of being a woman in power with a gorgeous score.

The Wolves—The best for last, perhaps! This play about high school girls at soccer practice always feels incredibly real—you get to know the characters naturally, with no artificial exposition, and by the end you feel connected to them all.

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Lindsey Duncan, Dr. Who, Waters, Rome, and Sherlock

Choosing an actress with experience in plots about amnesia, changing time, black pearls, and men with super powers, but fragile egos...

Dr. Who: Adelaide

Back in 2009, Lindsey Duncan was in the Dr. Who episode, The Waters of Mars. Her character name was Adelaide Brooke, and this was the first Dr. Who special that wasn’t connected with a holiday. The story arc was referred to as “He will knock four times.”

Just prior to his regeneration a significant change in the Tenth Doctor's character was presented, showing a much darker and benevolent side. Up to this point he'd only seen himself as a survivor of the Time War, but now he started to believe that he was the "Victorious" and that the Laws of Time were his to command, allowing him to break them because there were no other Time Lords around to stop him. After saving Adelaide Brooke even though he knew her death was fixed, he realised that he'd gone too far and that he shouldn't have the power to influence history and the future on such a large scale. ( x )

Unfortunately, there is a virus on board the ship, and it involves water. Last recorded message: "Don't drink the water. Don't even touch it. Not one drop."

At one point, The Doctor tells Adelaide that “she was the woman with starlight in her soul,” and that "Water is patient, Adelaide, water just waits. It wears down the clifftops, the mountains, the whole of the world. Water always wins!"

Adelaide’s crewmates are: Steffi, Yuri, Tarak, Andy

Roman, a genius who contracts the virus, and tells the others to run before he transforms (”When I say run, run...”).

Maggie, who also contracts the disease inside the biodome, and ends up with amnesia. It’s important that the virus makes humans seem like zombies, and they’re susceptible, because of the amount of water content in the human body.

By the end of the episode, The Doctor becomes a complete egomaniac, and Adelaide is horrified by it. She commits suicide, and there is a flash of blue light indicating the event. Her death rearranges the events of The Doctor saving the day, and a vision of Ood Sigma appears, which prompts The Doctor to ask if he’s finally gone too far.

This Special element might explain why this image of the backward sigma/300 ended up on a clapboard for Sherlock S4 Ep 2. It was a Special (TAB) CLUE, before Mycroft’s Umbrella, John’s Cane, and Sherlock’s Hat were involved. It’s almost like Monopoly, and we’re banking on seeing the important pieces.

Birdman: Tabitha

Riggan Thomson is a faded American actor who is famous for playing the superhero Birdman in a film trilogy 20 years ago. He is tormented by the mocking and critical internal voice of Birdman and is frequently shown performing feats of levitation and telekinesis....She (Sam) shows him that the Times Square footage is going viral and explains how this actually helps him. Riggan goes to a bar for a drink and approaches Tabitha, accusing her of not understanding theater and just being someone who crudely labels things. She tells him that she hates ignorant Hollywood celebrities who pretend to be serious actors and promises to "kill" his play with a deprecating review without even having seen it. On the way back, Riggan buys a pint of whiskey, drinks it and passes out on a stoop...After Sylvia wishes him luck and leaves the room, Riggan picks up a real gun and checks that it is loaded for the final scene in which his character commits suicide. At the climax, Riggan shoots himself in the head on-stage. The play receives a standing ovation as Tabitha rushes out to file copy. The next day, Riggan wakes up in hospital with his face covered in a mask of bandages where his nose has been surgically reconstructed after he blew it off during the botched suicide. His ex-wife is worried about him but Jake cannot contain his excitement that the play will run forever after Tabitha's rave-review which called the suicide attempt "super-realism" and just what American theater needed. Sam visits with flowers, which he cannot smell, and takes a picture of him to scare the skyrocketing number of followers on the Twitter account she has created for him. (This reminded me of Mofftiss post S4, and what John went through.)

TLD

THERAPIST (offscreen): Culverton Smith. In the present, John’s therapist has her laptop open on the side table in the back room. Pushing her glasses up her nose, she bends down to the computer and runs her finger over the pad. THERAPIST: This, I think, is relevant from this morning. (She has done a search for the man in question and the results page is on the screen. At the right of the screen are photographs of Smith, and underneath are links to a couple of books he has written. One is called ‘How to Make a Killing’ and the other ‘Business Killer’. On the left of the screen, the top item on the results list – headed Latest News – is headlined, in speech marks, ‘“He’s a serial killer!”’ and underneath it says, ‘Net detective blasts Culverton Smith on Twitter’ and then ‘Defamatory remake goes viral on Twitter’.

Fast forward...

CORNELIA: Sherlock’s been amazing for us. (Handing the notebook back to the woman as she smiles, Smith continues onwards with the others.) SMITH (to the reporters): Breakfast has got to be cool. CORNELIA (to John): We’re beyond viral. SMITH: And you know what makes it cool when you’re a kid? JOHN (to Cornelia): What, sorry? Beyond what? SMITH: Dangerous.

Also, Naomi Watts is in the film, but she will be getting her own meta.

Rome: Servilia of the Junii

The characters is based on Servilia, mistress to Julius Caesar, and mother of Brutus, who was of course one of Caesar’s assassins.

Caesar was very fond of her and, years later, when he returned to a chaotic Rome after the Gallic Wars, he presented her with a priceless black pearl. It is also said that she offered him her youngest daughter Junia Tertia once his interests began to wane.

For this part, suffice to say she plays characters out for revenge, really well...tw//violence

Servilia's curse upon Caesar:

"Gods of the Junii, with this offering I ask you to summon Tyche, Megaera, and Nemesis. so that they may witness this curse. By the spirits of my ancestors I curse Gaius Julius Caesar. Let his penis wither. Let his bones crack. Let him see his legions drown in their own blood. Gods of the Inferno, I offer to you his limbs, his mouth, his breath, his speech, his hands, his liver, his heart, his stomach. Gods of the Inferno, let me see him suffer deeply, and I will rejoice and sacrifice to you."

Servilia's curse upon Atia:

"By the spirits of my ancestors I curse Atia of the Julii. Let dogs rape her. Let her children die and her houses burn. Let her live a long life of bitter misery and shame. Gods of the Inferno, I offer you her limbs, her head, her mouth, her breath, her speech, her heart, her liver, her stomach. Gods of the Inferno, let me see her suffer deeply, and I will rejoice and sacrifice to you."

Both of these curses are invoked as she carves them into scrolls of lead. The scrolls are then rolled up and given to her duenna (slave), who then takes the scrolls to hide them within the cracks of the homes of Servilia's intended victims.

Her final curse comes just before her suicide in front of Atia's front door:

"Gods below, I am Servilia,

of the most ancient and sacred Junii, of whose bones the seven hills of Rome are built. I summon you to listen. Curse this woman! Send her bitterness and despair for all of her life. Let her taste nothing but ashes and iron. Gods of the Underworld, all that I have left I give to you in sacrifice

I’ve already seen many meta about Lady Smallwood as a Mary mirror, but I will link this one, because it is a concise series of bullet points.

@darlingtonsubstitution @swimmingfeelsinajohnlockianpool @may-shepard @marathecactupus

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