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Avatar Character Ranking: part four

Final part and the most elite characters!!!

A tier

15. Haru

Rebel. Beautiful with and without the moustache. He freed his village from Fire Nation and he didn’t get captured on the day of the black sun. What an absolute king. I had a crush on him because I have good taste in men. HARU FOR EARTH KING!!!

14. Aang

This may be controversial but just hear me out. I don’t hate Aang first of all. He is a good avatar and he did his job all the time. He learnt all bending forms and took down the earth king in what?? A year?? Two years?? Amazing. He stuck to his morals and didn't kill Flopzai. He had a sick tattoo. HE’S THE AVATAR IT’S HIS SHOW. Now. With that being said. He is so ANNOYING. I am so sorry. He is. Out of the main five (Katara, Sokka, Aang, Toph and Zuko) in my opinion, he is the least interesting as a character. Like they could have added more depth. We never really saw him grieve over the loss of his ENTIRE POPULATION. He got a bit mad and moved on. Also let’s be real. Katara, Sokka and Toph were carrying him the whole time. Like most of the plans were from Katara and Sokka They were the masterminds and the backbones of the Gaang. I’m not saying Aang didn’t do anything, but without Katara and Sokka he would be toast. Alson can i just say I don't blame Aang for running away when and getting trapped in ice for 100 years when he found out his duty because same. Now for the REALLY controversial bit. AANG ENDED UP WITH KATARA WHEN SHE SHOULD’VE BEEN WITH ZUKO! THERE! I SAID IT! I could explain why but It would take too long. So to conclude, Aang is great and I like him if course I do but the other main four were better characters and that’s that. Aang can also do the air ball spinny thing which is awesome.

13. Ty Lee

DON’T GET ME STARTEDDD!!! SHE IS A QUEEN!!! SHE NEVER FLOPPED NEVER TANKED!!! She was backflipping, cartwheeling, chi blocking (bending?) What couldn't she do? The only one that could go up against mother Katara. Girls wanted to be her, Guys wanted to be with her. No one was doing it like her. Did you see her outfit?? The pink??? Amazing. She rode for Mai, that was her bestie, they were locked in. Chiblocked azula for Mai your bestie would never.

12. Mai

The realest of the real. Hated her life but she loved Zuko. Real. Absolutely GAGGED Azula “I guess you miscalculated. I love Zuko more than I fear” OH??? My life was never the same. Betrayed Azula and her entire country for Zuko. Again too real. HER PARENTS ARE DUMB FLOPS THAT DON’T LET HER EXPRESS HERSELF. Bit mad. BUT SHE ALSO THROWS KNIVES!!! I used to think she just had knife dispensers in her hands but the fact that she hand throws them is cooler. Monotone permanently and I love her for it. I place no blame on her for Zutara not happening.

11. Avatar Kyoshi

Why is she so high??? Because she stood on business. She came back to life and said ”I killed that man, what about it” and dipped. Absolute menace. The makeup, the fans??? What else is there to say? Has a whole island and fanclub AS SHE SHOULD!!

S tier

10. Katara

Don’t get mad at me for this, and if anyone is anti-katara near me I will fight you. She DESTROYED THE PATRIARCHY HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE HER? She ended everyone who tried her. Left no witnesses. Was healing and battering people. MASTERED BLOODBENDING ON THE SAME NIGHT SHE LEARNT IT!!! MOTHER!!! LEGEND!!! QUEEN!!!! ENDED HAMA!!! The most responsible Gaang member, she was always looking out for them. But why is she number 12?? Icl…. she got on my nerves a BIT too much. Like, she just did too much sometimes. The most out of pocket thing was when she said sokka didn't love their mom as much as she did?? No need for that. Also, she was dragging out the “not forgiving zuko thing” girl just say you're heartbroken and move on. And she threw Toph in jail. Now Katara. Why. Apart from that and a few other things, literal icon. Her iconic hair loopies are iconic. I used to try to recreate it with my braids lmao.

9. Suki

SUKIIIIII!!!!! SHE REFORMED SOKKA LITERALLY TURNED HIM INTO A SUFFRAGETTE, THE POWER SHE HOLDS!!! “I AM A WARRIOR BUT I AM A GIRL TOO!” NOT JUST ANY GIRL THE NO1 GIRL. WHAT DID SHE DO WRONG??? NOTHING!!! SHE HAS NO FLAWS!! SHE DEFIED PHYSICS AND CAPTURED THE PRISON WARDEN BY HERSELF!!! EFFORTLESSLY!!! YOUR FAVES COULD NEVER!!!

8. Azula

Guys she’s just misunderstood I swear. She was 14!!! 14 and she had grown ass men shaking in their boots. 14 and she was popping bitches left and right. Literally everyone failed: her mom, Flopzai, even zuko and iroh lowkey. My girl just wanted to be loved, it's not her fault. I'm gonna do a full character debrief on her. I have too much to say, but she is one of the most misunderstood and best characters ever written. She is so complex I literally watch psychology of azula video all the time. The way her character is written. Can't wait to get my psychology A Level so i can analyse her. The beach episode and her flirting had me crying. She's so funny, I love her.

7. ZUKO

My first boyfriend. When he grew his hair out, six year old had heart eyes. Best redemption arc ever written and I stand by that. He was never evil, he just wanted his Dad’s love and also he is so awkward and funny. He’s so angry at everything I feel bad for him but can I talk about something. One of the most iconic moments of the show is when he did something good and his immune system SHUT DOWN. I was crying, that was so funny. Also, Iroh and Zuko together is comedy gold and also sentimental because Iroh found a son in zuko and Zuko found a father in Iroh. AH I CAN’TTT. Zuko stood up to his abusive uglyass dad and showed him that he can redirect lightning. Zuko teaches Aang to redirect it. In the final battle, Aang redirects the lightning and FLOPZAI’S FACEEEEE. I would therapise Zuko don’t worry. Poor Zuko. I’m gonna do a character debrief of him too because he is literally my first love.

6. Iroh

I wanna drink tea with him once. I know one conversation with him would change the trajectory of my life. Leaves from the vine deserves a Grammy. (Guys I think Iroh was a war criminal and everyone just forgets it nut I can’t make it go away from my head). Anyways he is so cool, he can breathe fire from his mouth. Laos, he kind of tanked when he just let Azula grow uo wit Ozai. but anyway, I love Iroh he’s such a cool guy. I hope hes having a blast in his tea shop.

5. SOKKA (air horns sound)

First of all, he had unlimited game. He could pull anyone and everyone. Secondly, boomerang. Thirdly, manbun. Fourthly, he’s SOKKA. He was the comedic relief but I just love him so much. He wasn’t a bender but he was still battering people. He didn’t have that much depth till the last season but he was so brave and he had the Gaangs back no matter what. Like he never missed. He was prepared to break into the most secure prison ever to get his dad back like that's a true warrior. Do you know the episode where he goes to get the sword and the Gaang is bored because Sokka isn’t there. That’s how it was watching LOK except that it hurt more because he was dead. Also Sokka and Suki are a power couple. Literal couple of the series.

4. MOMO

WHERE IS MY MOMO SPIN OFF SHOW??? WHERE IS IT??? WHERE???? Momo should have been the next avatar ISTG

3. Appa

APPA!! The real MVP of the show. Carried everyone (literally). Was the bravest. Appa’s last days?? Actual depression serum. Like it’s so sad. Where is my Appa prequel, sequel, soin off show, book series and spin off of the book series WHERE IS IT??

2. TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Best character on the show. Everything she did was iconic. Was an underground wrestling champion and nobody knew. Beat the everloving shit out of grown men BY HERSELF. She’s like four feet tall by the way. She sees with her feet. If that's not the coolest thing you've ever heard then I don't know what to say to you. If toph is not even in your top three then don't ever speak to me i am so serious. She was the only one who knew Zuko was being fr about switching sides. That’s my queen fr. SHE! INVENTED! METALBENDING! INVENTED IT! A WHOLE NEW FORM! SHE DID IT!!!!!!! What did your fave do???? That's right they flopped. Toph is the best bender in the show and the best character, argue with the wall.

1. Cabbage man

This is half joke, half serious. Cabbage man is not only a victim but he's also secretly a scientist because how was he travelling the world at the same time as the Gaang with NO appa. King behaviour. I hope he got compensation because he lost so much money with all those destroyed cabbages. RIP.

#avatar #avatar: the last airbender #atla #toph #zuko #azula #mai #ty lee #aang #cabbage man #suki #momo #appa #lok #sokka #haru

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watching-pictures-move · 22 days

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Movie Review | The Octagon (Karson, 1980)

This isn't very good, but maybe worth seeing for the cast. First and foremost, you get Art Hindle, who just a year earlier played the most divorced man in Canada and in this one treats his girlfriend abominably, which makes you wonder if he was more at fault for his marriage falling apart than the other movie let on. (Whaddya mean he wasn't playing the same character...) You get Lee Van Cleef, who is gruff and steely but with a twinkle in his eye as always, but given that his character doesn't meaningfully contribute much to the plot, you wonder if he owed somebody some shooting days. You get Tadashi Yamashita AKA Bronson Lee, who I suspect was brought over on Chuck Norris' insistence, given his background in Japanese karate films, but mostly makes you appreciate Sho Kosugi's star vehicles all the more given how little he has to do despite playing the main villain. You get a few recognizable faces in smaller roles, like Tracy Walter, Brian Tochi, Ernie Hudson, who's really jacked in this and is really jacked now and was probably more jacked in Ghostbusters than anybody realized, and Richard Norton, looking like the porn parody version of Norris with an even worse moustache and mop haircut.

As for Norris, who falls flat as always when playing heroic and is not at all helped by the echoing narration that probably sounded in the theatre like he was sitting behind you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. But he has good chemistry with his co-stars, and one wonders if he'd be better respected as an actor if he'd instead made a career out of good ol' boy supporting roles, stepping in for a few minutes to back up the boys and mack on some honeys while opening a can of whoopass on the bad guys. I'm thinking like Bo Hopkins in The Killer Elite. Certainly he would have proved more engagingly threatening to the ninja villains in that movie than Burt Young, whose easy elimination of countless ninjas in the climax provides an embarrassing low point in Sam Peckinpah's filmography.

Anyway, the plot involves a ninja training camp in which an international assortment of terrorists, mercenaries and other nogoodniks attend to learn the ninja ways. This thankfully avoids most of the racism of other movies of this era in its depiction of this lot, although the diversity of the villains means that this probably reflects Norris' views on DEI. Norris and Hindle also bitch about their government being unable to stand up to said international threat, so there's probably some stuff to unpack if you're looking for it, although it's less blunt than his movies for Cannon. (Also, given that some of the characters include Canadian terrorists and it takes three ninjas to take down Art Hindle, this is the most fearsome Canada has ever been onscreen.) This is also firmly a product of the Carter era, in that it has that extremely brown look and a generally low energy level. I guess the Crisis of Confidence extended to ninja movies. There isn't very much action until the last twenty minutes, and while those come up short against pretty much any of the Cannon ninja movies, they're an oasis in the ninjitsu desert of the rest of the movie. That being said, given that Carol Bagdasarian's character spent a good amount of time in this ninja training camp, it's a little lame that she spends the climax shooting people with an assault rifle. That is not the ninja way.

#film #movie review #the octagon #eric karson #🥷

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blessyouhawkeye · 1 year

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ok but who would be who in a ted lasso mash au or alternatively a mash ted lasso au 👀

oh my goddddd don't even say this to me......... well off the bat ted and bj are like this 🤞🤞 so both ways they're the same (moustached dad who is a repressed bisexual and hiding massive inner turmoil under a pleasant exterior) but not all mash/ted lasso characters are one to one like that (though sidney and dr. sharon are also the same in both imo)

oh my god a ted lasso mash au you've unzipped me....... hawkeye as rebecca fresh from a divorce with trapper (trapper isn't anything like rupert in this au but hawkeye is just as angry as rebecca is because well. he's hawkeye) and is left with only the elite women's football club they had bought together while they were married to remember him by. on top of that, he also has to fill the role of their former manager (henry) who has retired to spend more time with his kids. so hawkeye, jaded from the divorce and reeling from the loss of two people he cares deeply about, hires bj hunnicutt in all his folksy charm to coach his team. (bj is fresh from a divorce himself, but he and peg are still close and he gets erin every other week.) hawkeye's higgins is originally frank as a holdover from the old owners, but he fires him and hires charles instead, and his keeley is 100% klinger (very fashionable and fabulous but also very smart like keeley). nate is radar for sure (short king that's holding the whole place together) and potter is a version of roy, a long-retired but well known player hired by bj. i don't think a coach beard exists in this au because bj doesn't have any close friends other than hawkeye and that's a necessary part of the beard/ted dynamic. so the coaching team is just bj and potter at first, and radar comes later when they realize how smart the kid is. originally i had margaret as keeley but quickly realized she's for sure jamie, brilliant and extremely sure of herself, needs to learn how to be a team player and then she'll become the leader she's meant to be. the nurses are the rest of the team, with kellye as sam. i think bj and hawkeye in this au would maintain some of the ted/rebecca dynamic of ted helping bring down rebecca's walls and help her be silly again, and i think he'd do that by incessantly pranking hawkeye until hawk gets so annoyed he pranks bj back in spectacular fashion but instead of being mad bj just goes see isn't it good to laugh again. and hawkeye goes oh shit oh fuck i think i could fall in love with this man and his stupid moustache. also the club is to this version of bj as the still is to mash bj (and i feel the same way about trapper and i never even met him. but he built this club with you...).

thank you for coming to my ted talk (pun intended) i will now be thinking about this concept until the end of time

#margaret and fellow teammate helen whitfield are dating in this au btw. it's women's sports of course there's going to be dykery #beejhawk as tedbecca is just sooooo delicious and works so well i'm a fucking genius #so incredibly not normal about this au christ #m*a*s*h #ted lasso

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thethreebroomsticksficfest · 2 years

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Sands of Time

With the end of our soirée in sight, it is only fitting that we attend one last social event together. Today, @starlingflightt is taking us to a Slug Club party alongside Lily Evans and James Potter! Read it below or on AO3:

Username: StarlingFlight

Prompts: Sand & Chocolate Frog Card

Summary: She just wants a relaxed evening of dull but essential networking, but a lot can happen at a Slug Club party and when has Lily Evans ever gotten what she wants?

Professor Slughorn’s office had been transformed. Flowers bloomed over every imaginable surface; peonies stood in bunches upon the windowsills, catching the final glows of orange sun on their blushing pink petals. Climbing vines of sweet peas wound around the supporting wooden columns which dotted the space, filling it with a sweet fragrance that would not have been out of place in a meadow. The centre of the room had been cleared of all furniture; from the ceiling overhead, bright petals fell like raindrops onto the heads of hundreds of happy, smiling, party-goers, before magically disappearing into nothing. Lily had never felt more alone.

The party wasn’t proving to be the distraction she hoped and Petunia’s letter - now shredded into a thousand tiny pieces and scattered across the Hogwarts grounds - was still burning a hole in her mind. Sighing, she watched as Slughorn's guests mingled with ease. Their quiet conversation and easy laughter all merged together in a low hum which grew until she could barely hear the delicate sounds of the string quartet positioned on a raised platform - carpeted with wildflowers - beside the doors.

Her gaze swept the sea of unfamiliar faces, considering each one in turn in search of a potential connection. Her attention settled on a middle-aged wizard with a salt-and-pepper goatee, he smiled and Lily thought the expression a friendly one. She took a step forward, preparing to make her move, but someone beat her to it.

Lily paused. Prosper Snyde, a seventh-year Slytherin and, in her opinion, deeply unpleasant human being, strode up to the wizard with a smug smile. The wizard exclaimed in recognition before clapping Snyde jovially on the back.

Her stomach churned and she took a decisive step backwards. Her judgement was clearly off. The desire to leave - an urge Lily had been valiantly fighting all evening, filled her once more. She spun on her heel as she took another step away from the crowd, intent on making her way to the door but her back collided with something large and slightly squashy. A hand gripped her shoulder.

Lily whirled around, one hand already heading for her wand.

“Lily,” A familiar voice boomed.Her hand stopped in mid-air as she recognised Slughorn’s warm smile and walrus moustache. “Just who I was looking for - come with me!”

She was given no chance to protest, not that doing so was an option for her. The only reason she had attended this stifling party, when Lily could think of few places she’d rather be, was to appease Slughorn - possibly the only person likely to get her any sort of respectable work when she finished Hogwarts next year.

Plastering a smile across her face, Lily followed Slughorn. He was so sure of himself, in this room full of the magical elite, that his wide form cut an easy path through the crowd and she was able to follow easily to the opposite side of the room. They passed a tower of champagne flutes, an enormous bottle was suspended in mid-air above it, pouring golden liquid down like a fountain.

Skirting around a small sitting area, where a group of elderly wizards, and one cunning-looking witch, were engrossed in a card game Lily did not recognise, Slughorn paused as they reached an alcove built into the wall, which Lily knew usually housed his desk in front of an ornately carved marble fireplace.

The desk, it seemed, had been removed. Leaving a small space which still contained the fireplace, and a tall man with a finely lined face and jet black hair that matched his dress-robes, leaning up against it. He inclined his head politely towards Slughorn in greeting before picking up a glass of champagne which had been resting on the mantelpiece beside him, and taking a long drink from it.

“Admiring my hourglass, I see, Monty!” Slughorn gestured towards an elaborate glass vessel atop the fireplace; pure, white sand flowed steadily from the top half into the bottom, carefully worked silver snakes had been wrought onto the sides of the hourglass, emeralds had been set deeply in place of eyes.

“I’m not sure I’d say admiring…” The man -Monty, apparently - said cagily. His expression looked oddly familiar but Lily could think of no reason she would know anyone at this party. “It’s certainly not to my taste.”

Slughorn did not seem in the least affronted by Monty’s lack of enthusiasm towards his decor. On the contrary, he laughed loudly and clapped Monty - who looked rather too frail for such vigorous behaviour - good-naturedly on the back.

“It was a gift, of course. From Artemius Elwick.” Slughorn’s tone made it clear both Monty and Lily should know who Artemius Elwick was. Monty nodded knowingly and Lily followed suit, hoping desperately that her face didn’t look as blank as her mind currently felt.

“A rather curious object -” Slughorn continued, evidently satisfied that he had suitably impressed his audience. Lily breathed a sigh of relief. “The sand flows in accordance with the quality of conversation. Should you find yourself stuck with a dullard, the sand will speed up, but, if you’re fortunate enough to enter a conversation you wish would never end, time, rather helpfully, stands still.”

Intrigued, Lily turned to examine the hourglass once more. Sure enough, now that her attention had been captivated by such an extraordinary piece of magic, the sand had begun to slow, trickling, grain by grain, into the bottom glass chamber.

“I knew you’d like that,” Slughorn said. Lily could hear the fond smile on his face, though her attention remained fixated on the hourglass.

“Lily is one of my best and brightest students,” she heard Slughorn say and forced her focus back to the conversation at hand. “Just this afternoon she brewed me a flawless Draught of Living Death.”

“Draught of Living Death, that would make you a sixth-year?” Monty asked with what she could only assume was feigned interest. Lily nodded in confirmation. “And a dab hand at potions?”

“I’m alright,” Lily said modestly as her cheeks began to burn.

“Alight?” Slughorn repeatedly incredulously. “She’s much better than alright. Outstanding on her OWL and very-likely to be Head Girl next year.”

Lily fought the urge to fan her face with her hand, sure it must be redder than her quaffle. She held her gaze steady, determined not to show any hint of self-doubt. There were plenty of people who would doubt her based on nothing but the status of her birth, Lily would not join them.

“It sounds like you have a very promising future ahead of you,” Monty said kindly.

Lily nodded noncommittally. How promising the future could be for someone in her position remained to be seen.

Perhaps sensing a lull in the conversation, Slughorn turned to Lily, “Monty invented Sleekeazy’s, you know? The hair potion. He owns significant shares in Witchbottle Workshop, he’s always on the lookout for new talent.”

Monty released a splutter of amused laughter. “My shares are purely financial. Mostly, I’m on the lookout for a good spot to nap, these days.” he said wryly.

“Nonsense,” Slughorn said, waving a hand in front of his face as though attempting to swat away Monty’s words. “I know you wouldn’t -”

Whatever it was Slughorn was confident Monty wouldn’t do, Lily never found out. His words were drowned out by a loud cry of “DAD!”

Her head whipped around immediately at the sound of that voice. Sure enough two boys were making their way excitedly through the crowd towards Lily and her companions. Monty’s face transformed into a grin and Lily wondered how she hadn’t seen it before, hadn’t immediately placed the vague familiarity she’d sensed.

“James, my boy!” Monty cried happily as James Potter fought his way out of the throng of party-goers and barrelled into him, knocking his glasses askew. Sirius Black trotted a few steps behind. They were both dressed in fine, yet understated dress robes. Black’s hair fell effortlessly into his face, while Potter looked like he’d made no attempt to tame his, as usual.

“Sirius,” Monty said fondly, releasing James and pulling Black into a firm hug. Monty let go of Black and took a step back to examine both boys. “You both look well. Your mother has it in her head that you’re too focussed on Quidditch to look after yourself.”

James rolled his eyes. Sirius grinned delightedly as he threw an arm around James’ shoulder. “Tell Effie I’m taking good care of him,” he said solemnly.

“Like she’ll believe that!” James said through a snicker.

Lily took a small step backwards, intent on escape. James Potter’s perfectly blissful domestic life was more than she could handle tonight. The small movement, however, seemed to have the opposite of her desired effect as James turned to face her before she could take another step.

“Alright, Evans?” he said, his voice tinged with mild surprise.

“Oh, hello,” She said faintly, as though she had only just noticed James standing there. “Sirius,” She inclined her head in Black’s direction.

“Professor Slughorn was just telling me all about Lily’s skill at potion brewing,” Monty said.

James grinned and Lily’s stomach seemed to tie itself in knots. She shook herself internally, there was no reason to feel nervous. Last year, perhaps, James would have taken this opportunity to have a laugh at her expense, but she had seen a change in him recently. Now that Lily thought about it, she could not remember the last time he’d said something that made her reach for her wand, intent upon jinxing him.

“I wouldn’t know,” James said with a shrug. “She refuses to sit with me in class.”

"I don't refuse to do anything!" Lily burst out, without consciously deciding to speak. 'It's impossible to get anywhere near you, with John, George and Ringo following you around everywhere."

She gestured vaguely towards Sirius, who silently mouthed ‘Who’s Ringo?’ at James and received a confused shrug in response. Lily’s mouth snapped shut as her brain caught up with her. What was she doing? She was supposed to be making a good impression, not being baited into insulting Potter in front of his apparently influential father.

“I should probably be going,” she said, taking a step away from the little group and silently praying she looked like she had somewhere important to be. Not, as was the truth, like she was going to scurry up to Gryffindor Tower and hide in the solitude of the hangings of her four-poster for the rest of her miserable life.

“No, you don’t have to leave,” James said quickly.

“I’m sure you want to catch up with your father,” Lily said politely, inclining her head towards Monty.

“Nonsense,” said Monty, giving James a doting smile. “I was about to head out, myself. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“I’ll walk you out,” James offered.

Monty shook his head. “I daresay I can find my way to the front doors perfectly well. I’ll see you both -” he looked between James and Sirius. “- at Platform Nine and Three Quarters tomorrow.”

James began to protest, intent on seeing his father to the exit but Monty waved away his arguments with one hand. “I’m sure I raised you not to leave a young lady unaccompanied.” He threw a meaningful look in Lily’s direction.

“I can walk your father out,” Sirius offered, shoving James in Lily’s direction before turning back towards Monty. “I need to speak to you anyway - I need some investment advice.”

James’ eyebrows shot up past the frames of his glasses. ‘Investments?’ he mouthed as though the concept was brand new to him. Sirius merely winked and fell into step beside Monty who had shook Slughorn’s hand, kissed the top a bewildered looking James’ head and was already making his way towards the door.

“Have fun,” he called over his shoulder. The last thing Lily saw before he disappeared into the crowd was a distinct twinkle in his hazel eyes and then she and James were left alone with Slughorn.

“I really ought to be going too,” Lily tried again. “I wanted to get some last minute -”

“Leave?” Slughorn looked aghast at the suggestion. “Of course you can’t leave! It’s still early!”

James grinned at her and the knots in her stomach tightened inexplicably once more. “You wouldn’t leave a gentleman all alone, would you, Evans?”

“I’ll let you know if I see one.”

Far from looking offended, James’ smile widened until it was almost too dazzling to look at. Lily felt the corners of her lips twitch, the first genuine smile she could remember since Petunia’s letter had arrived two days ago.

Slughorn did not seem to have heard Lily and James’ exchange, busy as he was scanning the crowd above their heads. “Look,” he said, his eyes lighting up as though he had just spotted a fat pot of gold. “There’s the Evanders. Caius has a seat on the Wizengamot and Fulvia is a big name in Hippogriff breeding, she sends me the finest quills from her herd- Come! I’ll introduce you.”

Lily found herself swept into the tide of Slughorn’s movement, James Potter propelled along beside her. They made their way out of the alcove and back into the flowery nightmare of the party, shortly, they arrived beside the wizard with the salt-and-pepper beard Lily had almost approached earlier.

He had been joined by a severe-looking witch with hair as pale as the ghosts who roamed the castle. Prosper Snyde, unfortunately, looking just as comfortable as he had earlier beside them.

“Caius, Fulvia!” Slughorn said, shaking Mr Evanders hand vigorously and kissing Mrs Evander on the cheek. “Might I introduce two of my most accomplished students.”

Lily only half-listened as Slughorn launched into an explanation of her and James’ deeds of note - a long list for Lily, which included prefect, head of the potions club and Gobstones Champion and a rather shorter list for James once you discounted everything that had earned him a detention. James’ list, of course, included a surname the Evanders had inevitably heard before. Something Lily could never hope to possess.

Lily tried to force herself to pay attention as Mr Evander regaled them all with a story about the goings-on at the Quidditch club he evidently owned.She smiled and laughed when the moment seemed to call for it, but inside her heart was sinking into her stomach as she wasted another minute listening to pointless nonsense from a man who had no interest in her capabilities and would never be able to give her what she wanted.

Beside her, she was surprised to see, Potter did not look any more interested in Evander’s Quidditch trivia than Lily did. His eyes had glazed over and he was taking increasingly frequent sips from the glass of firewhiskey he had somehow managed to procure during their walk from the fireplace.

Professor Slughorn’s hand came to rest lightly on Lily’s shoulder, pulling her attention away from Potter and back to the conversation at hand.. “...Over there. I’ll leave you all to become better acquainted.” Before she could comprehend what she had missed, Slughorn withdrew, clearly intent on catching up with another one of his neverending list of connections.

His absence left a silence that Mrs Evander was clearly desperate to fill. She turned to Lily, “Evans was it? Any relation to -”

“She’s not a relation to anyone,” Snyde cut in, a sneer on his face.

Lily’s chest tightened painfully. She wondered if Snyde had any idea how close he was to the truth. The very choice to stand in a room such as this has required to leave her family behind, in ways she hadn’t truly been able to comprehend until recently.

“She wasn’t asking you, Snyde,” James snapped, a hard look on his face. His hand tightened on his now-empty glass until his knuckles turned a stark white.

“My parents are Muggles,” Lily said, willing her voice not to shake.

“Oh,” Mr Evander mumbled. His nose wrinkled momentarily before his expression became perfectly blank. “How… interesting.”

Lily was overcome by the sudden urge to run but remained rooted to the spot. She jutted her chin out, holding her head high and ignoring the searing mixture of shame and fury burning within her.

“It is interesting, isn’t it?” James said, his voice tinged with steel. “Professor Newell was telling me about a little machine they carry around in their pockets that does all their adding up for them. Sounds like a dream to me.”

“A calculator,” Lily mumbled, cheering slightly at the obvious awe in James’ voice.

“Fascinating,” Mrs Evander said dryly.

“It rather proves what we all suspected, doesn’t it?” Snyde said, his pompous smile robbing Lily of any good feeling James had caused in an instant. “That the Muggles are too stupid to do anything for themselves.”

Mrs Evander laughed nervously. Mr Evander took a long sip of his drink. Lily’s hands began to shake, blood rushed loudly through her ears. She should have known, no one was going to defend -

“I don’t know,” said James. His voice was perfectly placid, though his eyes sparked with a fire Lily had never seen in them before. “I don’t see any Muggles trapped in a conversation with you, Snyde, obviously they’re smart enough to avoid anything that unpleasant.”

Snyde’s smug smile fell from his face. His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as they darted between Lily and James. “Everyone knows your family’s odd, Potter, but I didn’t think you’d lower yourself to a Mudblood.”

Lily had no time to register the sting Snyde’s comment caused her, or the uncomfortable look shared between Mr and Mrs Evander in the split second before James withdrew his wand and pointed it directly at Snyde’s face.

“Now really,” Mrs Evander said. Evidently, the thought of James cursing Snyde and causing a scene was more distasteful to her than the treatment Lily had endured from Snyde and she had finally been compelled to speak.

James ignored her. His arm was impeccably steady and his wand remained inches from the tip of Snyde’s nose. “Apologise,” he hissed.

Lily’s skin began to crawl. Without turning to look she knew the eyes of those nearest them were turning to stare. A scene might be an embarrassment Mrs Evander wished to avoid, but for Lily it would be a costly mistake that she simply could not suffer.

She moved swiftly, grabbing James' wrist without wasting a moment. He was strong but he yielded to her touch, lowering his wand in an instant. His piercing glare, however, was still fixed on Snyde.

“Well, meeting you was exactly as pleasant as I'd expected. We must be going,” Lily said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she looked over her shoulder and gave the Evanders a tight smile.

She could feel her composure beginning to crack. The weight of everything seemed to settle on her shoulders. Without thinking she began to hurry away from the crowd of party-goers, her feet carrying her back towards the alcove and the fireplace with her hand still clutched around James Potter’s wrist.

He hurried to keep up with Lily, allowing her to drag him away. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she said through gritted teeth, feeling not fine at all.

“Do you want to get out of here?” James offered. “I could walk you back to Gryffindor Tower?”

“I can’t leave now.”

“Why not? You wanted to leave five minutes ago?”

“That was before,” Lily said as they reached the fireplace. She let go of James’ wrist and leant against the wall of the alcove, hoping Snyde couldn’t see her as she closed her eyes and took five deep, steady breaths.

She opened her eyes to find James leaning against the unlit fireplace, studying her intently. Behind him, the white sand in Slughorn’s hourglass glittered as it poured downwards in a steady stream. Lily felt an odd sense of longing, a desperate desire to truly be capable of manipulating time.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” James asked again.

“No,” Lily said firmly. “I can’t.”

“I’ll walk you out,” James offered, apparently deciding Lily’s refusal was based on fear. “Snyde’s a git but I could definitely take him in a duel-”

“No,” Lily repeated. “If I go now, he’ll think he’s got to me.”

James studied her face again. “Hasn’t he?”

“No. Yes. A bit,” Lily admitted grudgingly.

A house-elf bearing a heavy, silver tray passed by them and James plucked two glasses off it. He handed Lily one and she took a long drink, savouring the cleansing, burning sensation of firewhiskey in her throat.

“Are you feeling okay, Evans?” James asked as she lowered her half-empty glass. “You’ve been seeming a bit off all week.”

“Have I?”

“Yeah, you didn’t come to dinner last night. Or the night before.”

Lily adopted a sardonic smile. “Watching me, were you?”

Her attempts at deflection failed immediately, James did not rise to her bait. “I’ve not seen you hanging around with Snivellus recently either -”

“It’s nothing to do with him.” Lily snapped, her voice dripping with acid even as she knew she was lying.

“It is something then?” James asked, looking not the least perturbed by Lily’s tone. If anything, he looked rather pleased with himself; a small smile crept at the corners of his lips and one finger ran lazily around the rim of his firewhiskey glass.

She didn’t know what made her speak. Perhaps it was the mention of Sev, who she hadn’t said a word to in months. Maybe, it was Snyde calling her a Mudblood and confirming that even showing up at this ridiculous party had been a foolish waste of time. Or quite possibly, it was simply that Lily had had no one to properly talk to since she’d received Petunia’s letter and James just happened to be the unlucky person for whom the floodgates were opening.

“My sister asked me not to come home for the holidays.”

James’ triumphant smile vanished in an instant. “She what? Why?”

“She wrote to me a few days ago. Apparently, everyone at home is getting on just fine without me and it’d be better if I didn’t disrupt them with my ‘abnormality.”

James seemed lost for words. His eyes roved Lily’s face as though searching for an abnormality he had been previously unaware of.

“Well, stay here then,” he said finally. Clearly satisfied he had just solved all of Lily’s problems with a single sentence.

Lily laughed but there was no humour in it. She felt a sting behind her eyes and blinked furiously before any tears could fall. She waved vaguely at the petal-covered crowd behind her and the unpleasant truth that had been plaguing her every thought for the past two days tumbled from her lips, “no one wants me here either.”

“Of course they do!” James argued without hesitation.

Lily simply shook her head, unable to get any words past the tightness that had begun to build in her throat. She knew the truth and there was nothing James Potter could say to change it. Petunia and Severus, the two people who knew Lily better than anyone in the world, thought she was worthless. There was only one choice remaining to her; would she rather be the Mudblood or the freak?

“Your sister is the girl who comes to Kings Cross with you at the start of term?” James asked. “The one who always looks like someone’s set a dung bomb off right under her nose?”

Lily nodded, unable to find any motivation to defend Petunia at the current moment.

“So your uptight sister and a dick like Snyde don’t like you?” James shrugged. “Seems like you’re doing something right to me.”

“Maybe,” Lily said, determined not to allow James to cheer her up when she was perfectly content to wallow in self-pity.

James brightened suddenly, his expression the same one he usually got in Transfiguration when he finally mastered a new spell. She watched as he withdrew something from the inside pocket of his dress robes and turned towards the mantelpiece to snatch an ostentatious hippogriff feather quill from its inkpot.

“This is my address,” he said, using the wall to lean on as he scribbled something on a bright purple piece of parchment. “Sounds like you’re in for a miserable Easter and I always get bored at home.”

He thrust the piece of parchment towards her and Lily realised it was in actual fact a chocolate frog card upon which James had managed to squeeze an address in Godric’s Hollow between the edge of and the text.

“I don’t know if you have an owl, but I’m sure the Muggle postman will find us.”

"You want me to write to you?" Lily asked, confused.

"Er, yeah," James replied, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Over Easter. And I'll write back, I can't leave you wallowing all alone, can I?"

"You don't have to do that," she forced herself to say, hating how thin and pathetic her voice sounded.

"I want to," James said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "You'll be doing me a favour, if anything. I need something to do other than gorging myself on chocolate. Last year, I was in serious danger of my broom not being able to lift me after Easter."

Lily smiled despite her commitment not to. "Well, I can't let you risk our chances at the Quidditch Cup."

"I'm sorry to have to burden you with such a responsibility," James sighed. "But as a Prefect it's your duty to keep me on the straight and narrow."

Lily nodded seriously. For once, she ignored the urge to point out that no one had ever been successful at keeping James in line. “It’s a cross I’m willing to bear.”

James looked at her, his eyes seemed to penetrate the walls she had built around herself. Lily looked down, suddenly unable to stand the intensity of his gaze.

"Do you always carry this with you?" She asked quickly, studying the chocolate frog card. Godric Gryffindor's noble expression stared back at her. It seemed an odd thing to have in the pocket of one's dress robes.

"Yeah," James said, reaching up and ruffling his hair so that it stood up at odd angles. "My dad gave it to me just before I got on the train in first year - not that I was scared," he added quickly. Lily suspected he could think of no worse insult.

"And you've kept it with you all this time?"

James fiddled with his hair again. "I suppose it's like a good luck charm." Lily noticed a hint of a blush creep across his cheeks.

"You can't give it to me," she said, attempting to hand it back to him.

James refused the gesture. "I didn't have anything else to write on. Just send it back with your first letter.”

Lily hesitated. She looked at the card again and was surprised to find the little image of Gryffindor oddly comforting. Carefully, she tucked it into her pocket.

James grinned at her. "Now can we get out of here?" He asked. "I only popped in to see my dad, I hate these things."

Somewhat surprised, Lily looked out at the crowd past the alcove. She had forgotten there was anyone else there.

"I'll transfigure Snyde's ears into turnips on the way past," James said cajolingly.

Lily made a noise halfway between a laugh and an exasperated sigh. James attempted to hide his smile by turning to replace the quill back into its inkwell.

Lily's eyes were drawn to a faint glimmer just to the left of the quill on the fireplace, where Slughorn's hourglass stood. The sand no longer flowed between the two halves, but remained perfectly still, suspended in mid-air.

#submission #ttb summer soiree #jily #james potter #lily evans #marauders era

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Awww, LOVE the idea of her having a skunk stripe just like her son! Never thought of that. Although, with her being so vain I can see her trying to dye it because "eww gray hair." I also love the idea of her having sharp features! I said she had green eyes because imo Lalo got his eye color from his dad (dominant trait), but I can see her and Lalo having the exact same eye shape and her also being brown-eyed as well! Love, love, love the fact that Hector would be intimidated by her and yet also wildly attracted to her and have sick fantasies about her (he is nasty and an old perverted man after all lol). I can totally see that! Also, do we at this moment have any hc for Lalo's dad? In your mind, how did Reina and Lalo's dad meet?

They meet at an exclusive resort in Mexico City, where Reina is vacationing with her family. She just graduated from college - she was supposed to get her MRS degree, but all the suitable boys bored her.

Her father is a self-made man and proud of it (this is where she gets her stingy streak from). He runs the most successful pig farming operation in the whole southestern US. He's called the Hog Baron of Louisiana, a name he came up with and always introduces himself as. Reina finds this beyond mortifying.

Her mother is a massive hypochondriac and a nervous wreck. Reina has to play nursemaid to her a lot, which she hates. They have a passive-aggressive relationship.

So Reina is very bored and listless. She's always been Daddy's princess, but Daddy is growing annoyed with her extravagent spending and has noticed that she's...well, a spoiled brat. He keeps making noise about putting her to work. Times are changing, after all. Women are doing it for themselves! She could be the Hog Baroness!

Needless to say, Reina has no interest in being the Hog Baroness.

Antonio (Lalo's dad) is also a self-made man. He got in on the ground floor with the cartel and it's paying off. He's young, handsome (with a fabulous moustache), charming, and flush with cash. He bought his way into the fancy resort and is teaching himself how to be classy. He's a quick learner.

Reina is instantly charmed by his aura of danger, and Antonio loves the idea of having a sophisticated girl on his arm to show off. Hector thinks it's a waste of time trying to fit in with the elite - he has a huge chip on his shoulder since they grew up poor. But Antonio has always wanted more, and she's the embodiment of it.

Of course, it eventually comes out that this charming young man is in fact, a narco, and Reina's daddy demands she cut off contact immediately. It's time for their vacation to be over anyway.

She tells Antonio the bad news. He responds by proposing- yes they've only known each other a couple weeks, but it's true love! And he promises she will never lift a finger - he will keep her in style. And if anyone mentions hog farming in her presence, Antonio will shoot them dead.

She accepts. Daddy blows a gasket and tells her he's cutting her off. She just laughs - she doesn't need his money. She's a narco's wife now. It suits her.

#reina #i think she needs her own tag now lol #lalo salamanca #better call saul #asks #keeping up with the salamancas

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“Welcome to Top gun” - Chapter One.

summary: Emilia Weight joins the elite squad for one more highly intense mission.

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"Good morning, Miss Wright" the captain guarding the door just slightly to the left of him says as he nods his head sharply.

Emilia Wright can do no more than muster a strong smile and offer a firm hand to greet him in return.

He looks at her outstretched hands, her finger nails painted a soft peach with thin lines of white skilfully drawn on top, before looking her straight in the eye.

He purposely ignores her polite gesture and turns instantly to face the door, his brashness surprises her slightly as she feels his strong presence next to her before he twists the brass doorknob to the right and waves her in through the door.

The girl has no room for embarrassment and by some miracle, the blush she thought to appear on her cheeks never arrives.

Emilia might not be familiar with the American military system and certainly not familiar with Topgun, however she had had previously undergone lessons in severe discipline when regarding higher ranks and so she held her shoulders high and faced the man perched in his leather chair.

The admiral sits expectantly, his stare so strong that regardless of where you may be within the labyrinth of halls in this grand naval base, you could certainly feel it upon you.

"Emilia Wright, I presume" The admiral husks out in his firm voice, his tone having no ounce of question leading Emilia to believe that regardless of weather he got her name right or not, she wouldn't correct him.

"Correct, Sir" she musters, her usual confident persona shining through.

"Take a seat" he offers, pointing to the rather neglected looking chair to right of his desk.

The chair looks to have not been touched in years so she presumed that no one else has been sat in it as of recent.

"No, thank you" she says, eye contact never wavering as her hands cross behind her back.

The admiral looks at her, squints even.

"Very well."

The girl feels slightly proud of herself as she realise it impresses the Admiral, if no one else had sat in it- she wouldn't either.

"I take it you understand why you are here" The admiral nods at the younger girl.

"To some extent, yes" she answers him, her shoulders perched perfectly straight.

"Good, that's all you are due to know" The man says, stroking the ends of his seemingly corse moustache.

A furrow forms between her eyebrows but Emilia knows better than the question him.

"Will that be all, Sir?" She asks, her somewhat sophisticated English accent thick on her tongue.

"Indeed, follow Admiral Warlock - he'll take you to your room" The man says, standing up and walking towards the young girl.

He reaches his hand out and Emilia shakes it gladly.

"Welcome to Topgun, Emilia Wright."

hope you enjoyed!! part 2 up already <3

#miles teller #miles teller imagine #rooster #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster fanfic #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfic #glen powell #hangman topgun

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natromanxoff · 2 years

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Anita has no time for love

ANITA DOBSON has put her life on ice. “I’ve switched off all the sexual chemistry,” she says. “I haven't time for any relationship.

"I love men and I've had some wonderful men in my life. But I'm certainly not going to have an affair at the moment.

“I couldn't be in a TV studio and then a recording studio, and have an affair at the same time. I'm sure my man would leave me immediately. I’ll wait until this is all over and then I’ll concentrate on my love life.

“Anyway, it’s difficult to find a man who can understand that my career comes first, I’ve considered marriage, but it’s at the bottom of my list.”

Laughed

Who would be her ideal man? “I don't think they've made him yet!" she laughed. “I suppose when he turns up I’ll know.

"I like tall men. I love blue eyes. I don't mind if they are blonde or dark. As long as they are jolly and have a sense of humour, because I think I'd be a handful.

"I don't like them fat and I'm not too keen on too much muscle. But I don't think you can really make judgments. Simply because I could say I'd like eyed a tall, blonde, blue-eyed Swedish-looking man, and then a short, dark, moustached man comes along and something happens.”

Not content with being the favourite of Albert Square as landlady Angie in the BBC's top soap EastEnders, Anita has released a duet, Talking Of Love, on which she sings with Queen rock guitarist Brian May.

This unlikely combination came together through a chance meeting at the cinema, when they had to pass each other between watching the film Down And Out In Beverly Hills.

“Brian had written this song for me and asked if I would like to record it. I ran round the room three times and said: ‘Yes, yes, please’ — and that’s how it all started.”

Although Brian is married with a family, it has already been implied that they are more than just musical partners.

“If I was making record with a kangaroo I suppose they would all say I'm having an affair with it," said Anita. "But Brian and I are nothing more than good mates, really.

"People keep asking is there anyone in your life? There really isn't. I don't go out at all socially and I usually learn my lines on Sunday night after six days of filming.

Crisis

"You can't do everything. When I decide to take on something, I totally commit myself. I can’t do that if I’m out bopping away half the night.”

So who does she turn to in a crisis?

"My mum and dad,” says this 38-year-old bachelor girl. “I can discuss anything with them — even if it’s professional. They've been exceptional.”

So that her father, an East End pattern cutter, and mother can be close to her, Anita has treated them to a maisonette directly under the two-bedroom maisonette she bought herself in Wapping.

“It’s lovely” she says. “It means I can go there and be with them whenever I like.

“They don’t know anything about showbusiness. They only know what they like and what they don’t like.”

She was shocked at criticism for buying a property in the middle of dockland’s Yuppyland.

“Quite honestly, I didn’t think I could handle some elegant, elite place after I’d been living in a council flat in the East End all my life.

“I think if I’d moved away from my true roots, people would have criticised me for turning my back on my class. If I stay, they criticise me for living in the area and having money. I don’t think you can win.

“All I can say is that I love the East End. I was born there, and I feel I’ve earned the money and made it possible for myself and my family to live a little better than we did.”

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#queen #queen band #brian may #anita dobson #queen scans #magazine’s title is unknown

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Holaaaa 👋🏼 ¿cómo estás Dani? ¿Cómo estuvo tu semana? What plans do you have for the weekend? Are you sufficiently hydrated?? What's your favorite Midnight song?

My week was pretty good, except that today I had to translate some documents from English to Spanish and as I started I noticed there were a lot of mistakes in the original text, so I thought to myself maybe they speak French (it was about Canadian immigration) and guess what??? I was translating something written by a Venezuelan 😒 I swear to you I wanted to flip a table... I was like "my brother why did you do this to me?" Write the shit in Spanish and translate it yourself homie... you have the skills 🤬 then I remembered how much I love money and kept my mouth shut but WTF????

Anyways...

The One with the Patrol

But the scars remained. They were imprinted deeper on some more than others.

I have them too 😭

She never ceased to amaze him.

Anjali es una diosa magnífica, la amo ♥️

“We should remove more than his sight,” Mark Blackthorn, head of the Alliance, grunted.

I agree... we should remove his skin with fire 🔥

“We should kill him!” someone yelled.

“What about his sister?” Julian Blackthorn asked. “Doesn’t she have the sight too?”

Drown her!!! 🤬

“Go David!” someone hooted.

Go David!!!!!! I love him and he is always right I will throw punches to those who disagree...

I just realized I'm a tad aggressive today 😒 I could try to control it but I don't want to...

But Alec couldn’t help but feel like having an elite group of guards for Idris was going to be more trouble in the long term.

Absolutely, they would turn vigilantes and then evil little bitches... I just know... 😌

Alec didn’t resist the smile this time.

Diego, my friend, Alec thought, how proud you must be.

“The mundane girl. Max’s friend,” Alec clarified. “You suggested that her sight should be removed. You are aware that Max is close with her?”

Oh he knows!! That's precisely the issue!!

Alec chuckled. God, this took him back. “I understand. But warlocks are protective of their relationships. Even the ones with those who are not good for them. I speak from experience, David. Talk to Max. Do not decide for him.”

Aww look at my twin!! I am love him...!! 🥰

Anjali’s dark eyes fixed on his blue ones. “I need you to speak to Hunter Devlin.”

Oh no... I don't like where this is going

And Nicolas Thorn was the oldest warlock alive. How cool was that?

And he is also my son 😌

“I can try,” David chuckled as he threw the kitchen towel over his shoulder and got to work.

Ok but... that is super hot, the towel thing is just 🤤🤤

Am I also extra horny right now?? 🤔

Selena had the weird urge to peer pressure David into getting married and having kids. Maybe her father was onto something.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“You must learn how to heal yourself,” Nicolas said.

Oh no 😔 this is a premonition, isn’t it???

“Gabriel,” Nicolas said with a milky moustache. “Maybe the warlock you mentioned has a twin.”

Look at my son being extra cute and extra wise... I LOVE HIM!!!!!!

“You should have killed Rafael,” Mallory pointed out.

“I’m trying to play god,” Marcus smiled.

“I know just the shadowhunter for this,” Mallory grinned and jumped off the chair. “I’ll get you the blood.”

Don't you dare touch my Celery!!!! 🤬🤬🤬

Wait... that's what my son meant, right??

“Shopping,” she yelled over her shoulder. “I’m in the mood for celery.”

Noooooo 😮

“Max,” his father sighed. “Warlock math is not a joke.”

Regular math is no joke either it actually sucks all the happiness out of my life...

“Oh, my love,” the man sighed and pulled Max closer. “It’s alright. It’s alright.”

Can I get a hug?? 🥺

Bapak took a deep breath. “David is going to die. Your dad will die. Rafael will die. They are all going to die. Max. That’s our reality. I know it sucks. I’m not asking you to accept it or move on from it. But please, don’t try to change it. Don't try to change reality. It never ends well. Not for you. Not for David.”

This, this is everything... is beautiful, is profound, is inspiring, is heartbreaking, it's perfect 💚💚💚

Both forces gently clashed with each other, like a magical estuary.

Oh wow I just learned a new word, estuary 🙌🏼 I must find a way to use it in a conversation soon 😌

Rafael had told him to stay away from Mallory for the time being. Max hated it.

Hate it?? Maxwell she kissed you!!! Did you forget about that???? 😒 just listen to your brother 😒

The other warlock was probably asleep. It was the asscrack of dawn for crying out loud.

MAXWELL!!!! YOU PROMISED!!!!! GO BACK!!! Leave my son alone!!!

“Maxwell,” Nicolas Thorn said, looking wide awake. “You are late for your lesson.”

Nicolas you are grounded until this plot line pays out in something other that tears 😒

I no longer feel like I'm going to get hurt by this story... I am 100% sure that I will, I have absolute certainty that it will break me 😭

I can't wait 😌

Thank you Dani, I am love you 💚💚💚💚💚

OMG ALEX YOU ARE THE BIGGEST FUCKING MOOD ISTG.

I totally get your point about translations because I do them too and I just hate them so much but I also wanted to do it properly skdfnskj I just hate the amount of energy it takes to translate documents.

But yes i love money too 😎

My weekend was very meh. I had a family thing today so my home was crowded and loud and i didn't like it :( but i have the house to myself tomorrow and i am planning to go out for a movie and dinner with my friend so yay

AND YOUR REACTIONS CRACKED ME UP AS ALWAYS LMAO. Also you really channelled your twin and became the the angry/horny combo this time lol jsdfnksn.

LOVE YOU!

#lbaf

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Blemished Silk | Chapter Twenty-Three - Punching in the Wind

Chapter Index

Arthur Morgan x f!OC Longfic

Mature Rating - 2.8k Words

Chapter Tags & Warnings: fOC!POV, Angst, Pining, Canon Divergence, I cannot repeat how much angst this chapter is

Summary: After Amelias encounter with Arthur, she reflects upon her feelings whilst making some serious business decisions

Scarlett Meadows, May 1899

Amelia let out a small squeal as the blood pooled on the tip of her finger.

‘For goodness’ sake!’ She cursed, sticking her finger in her mouth as she sucked at the metallic tasting liquid.

It was the third time she had managed to stab herself with the needle. She just wanted to fix the darn dress, but instead it felt as though she was better at slowly torturing herself rather than repairing the moth holes.

Scrunching at the material, she closed her eyes as she could feel the hot liquid of tear welling up whilst her breath became ragged.

It’s late, ma’am.

She fought with her own memories, memories that were barely even formed.

Make sure you get back safe.

It repeated over and over like a thaumatrope, a child's game of repeated images with the same scene playing in a loop as she twisted it in her hands.

Sighing to herself, Amelia threw the dress on the floor. It was a pointless endeavour whichever way she looked at it. Even if by some miracle she could figure out the illusive art of the needle and thread, it would all be wasted.

No one she cared for would see her wear it, see her prancing herself proudly like a kingfisher poised on a glistening rock.

It was her favourite dress, both for how it made her look and how it was the first thing she bought after the estate was acquired. She had only worn it once before, to a confederate garden party that she despised every moment of.

A ghoulish affair arranged by her uncle to introduce her to the most prominent members of the South. And yet, even though she detested them all, there was something about how for the first time in her life she was treated as more than an object, as someone who could entertain - a woman who held some sort of standing outside of being a downtrodden child or a marriage prospect.

Of course, Amelia knew in her heart that regardless of all that and how the dress made her feel, she would always have been reduced to something of value. Something that only the men of the world would get to dictate.

And yet, even though that had been the case, even all those years ago - even now - it was the first glimpse of a future she could see herself having.

How her jokes were laughed at, how she could hear the powerful men of the South quipping to her Uncle Josiah what a delight she was and how much tenacity she had.

Amelia had always known the truth of her soul; her “spirit” as those men like to put it. A life she had built on all those distinctions that had helped her escape the clutches of the elite and yet as soon as she thought she was free of all of that, she was thrusted straight back into it.

Looking back at how she felt then when she had felt she had found the answers she was looking for, now all Amelia could think was that she had just chased away her best chance at happiness.

‘What am I doing?’ She mumbled into her chest, as her head hung low as the lace wrapped around her fingers.

It seemed so daft, so incredulous that she could have been so enamoured and lovestruck by a man she barely knew. A man that for every logical reason was well below her. Not that any of those reasons made a damn lick of sense. Hell, she even took a special liking to those sort of men, who would pay her in kind with honesty and hard work rather than top hats, tail coats and anything that her fucking class decided she was allowed.

Those men with stupid moustaches, tales of exploits to Africa and how she was nothing but a doll for them. A voiceless doll to make them look either better amongst their equally stupid friends.

God she hated it all. Hated ever fucking second of it.

Be damned Arthur Morgan, damn you.

She knew he wasn’t one of those men, of course she did, but in that moment she hated him all the same. Because somehow, all of the things she had to be led to believe that courtship should be, was something that had never applied to him. He had stolen her without even knowing it and without playing all those witless tropes.

Amelia opened her eyes and tried to marvel at the soft blue coupled with the deep burgundy lace around the bust and layered down the skirt. It truly was an exquisite piece, but with no event to wear it and no one to show off to, it seemed all in vain. A pitiful excuse to be something other than what she felt deep in her soul.

How she longed to be the butterfly at sunrise, beating its wings across the meadow flowers or the possum that would scream into the night. She felt as though she was all of those and so much more every time she had looked at him.

That every single fear she had ever had melted away and made her feel as though she could conquer empires. All of that she had given to him secretly but felt in that moment of the previous night, Amelia felt that she had laid it all down and exposed her innermost workings.

Then the bastard walkedaway.

She hated herself even more for that thought. The thought that she only wanted to look as wonderful as she could for him, and only him. In the pit of her stomach she felt as though - for some bizarre reason - he did deserve that from her. A shining light for those troubled eyes of his was all she wanted to be.

To be that moment of solace and to see where all of his darkness would lead her. To take her by the hand and down into the caverns with an unreachable light.

Perhaps it was her own glutton, her own need for a story that made all of it before seem worthwhile. All the heartache and loss, the bruises and hardship, the pain and the wanting that she had felt since before it was fair to feel such things. Arthur made all of it feel worth it.

Was that the reason for it all? That she had put him on some sort of pedestal of a saviour when there was no such thing? Her heart ached at the thought of seeing him again - if she was to ever see him again.

Amelia’s mind wandered back into their last conversation and then suddenly there were tears rolling down her cheeks.

She wiped them away angrily. How many times did she have to cry over this man? It was ridiculous. He wasn’t coming back. So why couldn’t she accept his rejection?

Why was she wasting precious hours fixing up what would never be fixed? Whether she felt that way about the dress or Arthur, she wasn’t entirely sure.

Amelia felt utterly ashamed with herself, how loose she had become with her heart once again as it seems age had brought her little wisdom when it came to her passions of the impossible.

Perhaps her father was right all those years ago to try to beat sense into her. She wanted to beat herself if nothing else. And her mother... how her mother would always tell her that men would always run from her, that she would never find a respectable husband. It felt it was a truth she refused to believe, but now it seemed it was inescapable.

Her heart ached so terribly for Arthur’s affection that it hurt like a knife wound. And now all she was left with was shame, her ghosts and something she could never have.

Amelia did not even attempt to wipe away the tears, and they fell freely down her face.

Not only did she shame herself for offering her heart with little thought other than hope, but she had lost the most valuable person to her and the estate. The one person who could keep them all safe.

The worst part of it was knowing that if Arthur returned, she wouldn’t be able to hide anything from him anymore. All the secrets and lies, even the things that her uncle didn’t know would spill free. But it was unlikely he would return her affection as he had made it clear he was not inclined to do so.

She wanted to bare her soul to him, for him to see who she truly was underneath all the silks and graces.

But Arthur had walked away from her without a backwards glance. Now she feared that he might never come back. All because she had to part her lips like some sort of lightskirt.

And now she felt too vulnerable to even touch her own feelings.

Was that wrong? What happened between them had been barely physical, and yet she felt more connected to Arthur than any man she had known in her life.

She sniffed deeply as her breath caught in her throat as she let out a sob. All she knew was what she saw: the house, its beauty and grace, and how it reminded her of the woman she was meant to be; and yet all of it would be turned to ashes. There was no point in fighting fate. Not any more than trying to stop time itself.

She wiped her face against her sleeve, removing the moisture as best she could, leaving her skin to feel sticky and dewy from the tears. Her eyes were still blurring as she reached for her pen and letter stationary.

Her fingers took a sheet of paper as she smoothed it out over her desk with shaking hands.

I hope this letter finds you well.

She wrote, slowly, her uneven breath, pacing her mind to the words she hoped to convey. There was little she could do with the matter of Arthur, but she didn’t have to give up on everything.

I have already had the pleasure of meeting your representative, Mr Cooper. As I am sure you are aware, he has laid out your proposal in the frankest of terms - and I shall return mine in with an equal kindness, Mr Cornwall.

Amelia glanced back over the discarded dress on the floor.

I will be travelling to Saint Denis on 1st June, and will be having a luncheon with my advisor. It will be in both of our professional interests if you join me at Hotel Grand at noon to settle this matter in its entirety.

Your Sincerely,

Amelia Edwards,

Founder and Proprietor of Edwards & Co

Amelia slumped back in her chair, closing her eyes softly. She wanted the opportunity to tell Mr Cornwall to his face that her business was not for sale, certainly not to the likes of him. He could offer her all the money and jewels from here to the Arabian peninsular and it wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference.

She didn’t care about money anymore. It certainly couldn’t buy happiness or love it seemed. It wasn’t like she needed it, anyway. She was rich enough without it, even without the business she would hardly become destitute.

But she wanted to prove to Mr Cornwall that he would never own her heart and soul. That she would fight tooth and nail to protect what she had built up and already fought so hard for.

She wanted to show him that he would never get the better of her and that he would always lose.

The rivalry she had found herself in helped to goad her spirit, her natural competitiveness, which had got her in so far in a world that was set out to despise her. Yet little of it filled the aching gnaw inside of her chest.

The hollow twinge that filled her with the thoughts of Arthur, of his throaty laugh and the mystery that he held in his crystalline eyes. She thought of all of him, but mainly his complete and utter rejection.

She felt ashamed at how quickly she gave into her desires and emotions. Even when she knew it was wrong. How she allowed herself to be swept away by his charm and charisma.

And now it seemed she was going to pay for it, one way or another.

A knock sounded at the door as she turned to face it, folding the letter and placing it in an envelope.

‘Enter,’ she called as she addressed the letter, wiping her eyes one last time.

As the door opened, Talako stepped through, his dark eyes peering over the threshold towards her. A face she didn’t want to see with another reminder of the scars on her heart.

‘Sorry, ma’am, I know you’re busy...’ he trailed off, his expression unusually downcast.

Her brow furrowed slightly. There was something strange about his attitude today. She watched him for a moment, noting how he fidgeted, as if there was an invisible weight on his shoulders.

‘What’s wrong? You look troubled.’

She could not help but worry that something terrible might have happened while she was busy fiddling with her dress.

‘Nothing, just tired,’ he said quietly, turning away and staring down at the ground.

‘I assume there was whiskey involved?’ Amelia said, looking on at the man, who nodded and cleared his throat.

‘I er... I think I’ve got something for you,’ he said, as he shifted awkwardly on his feet.

‘Talako, what’s wrong? This isn’t like you at all.’

He sighed as Amelia stood, placing the letter into her skirt pocket as she walked over to him.

‘Couple of men I was with last night,’ he began as his cheeks grew awkward as though he was stifling a yawn, ‘told me there was some Waipti folks down in Blackwater, hold up at the trading post.’

His gaze darted to hers, but he continued before she could ask anything.

‘I don’t know much more than that, but seems a good a place to start as any.’

She smiled kindly towards him with a slow nod of agreement.

This was the closest she had come in months to finding any way of contacting the tribe in order to negotiate some conduct on their lands. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it would be the first step to protecting the estate and keeping herself from falling to pieces.

‘I’ll arrange passage for you and Mr Jameson to go and speak with them. Let’s see if they are interested in talking before we make any decisions,’ she said. Within seconds, it was as though she found her voice again.

‘Don’t think my permit extends quite that far, ma’am,’ he said as Amelia scrunched her mouth.

‘No, I suppose it doesn’t. I will speak with the office in Saint Denis but in the meantime...’ she said, pulling the letter from her pocket, ‘if you could kindly take it to the post office tomorrow, I shall attend to this Blackwater business.’

He nodded, taking the envelope and shoving it in his waistcoat pocket.

‘Do you think it’s wise both me and Mr Jameson head south? With everything that’s going on?’ He said, his voice uneasy as he looked at her through his thick eyelashes.

‘Perhaps not,’ she said with a small shrug, ‘however I specifically need you to speak with the tribe first - ‘

‘And Mr Jameson,’ Talako cut in, ‘in case the white man sees an Indian alone,’ Talako said with a wry smile.

‘Well... it won’t do any harm,’ Amelia said, feeling somewhat better about the situation, although she would have been more comfortable sending only one of them. It was just so much for her to manage by herself.

‘And the estate? You really think that Morgan feller can protect you and everyone else when he’s only here a few times a week?’

She bit her lip, avoiding his gaze. The last thing she wanted to do was to speak of Arthur, or even think of him. Especially as she had finally seemed to get some momentum going with the business.

‘There’s enough staff who know how to use a gun. Myself included. I’ll look after matters here.’

Talako stared at her for a moment as though trying to decipher something. Then he sighed deeply and looked down again, his eyes distant.

‘Doubt Mr Jameson will be too happy.’ He added softly.

‘Mr Jameson will do what is asked of him.’ She said firmly.

Talako nodded and then left the room without another word. She felt numb and hollow inside. Her thoughts were jumbled up like broken glass. That damn letter could be the end of everything.

She had not felt this alone in so long. She knew the position she was leaving herself in, a confrontation with Cornwall, the estate without a competent guard, and god knows where her uncle had gotten to this time.

All she could do now was to wait and see if it would be worth the cost she was willing to pay.

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@frxgments-of-frxgments - Continued from here

This event - a fundraiser gala - was nothing but a pompous affair to show how great the rich and wealthy were. Oh, we are so kind and generous, they would say, drinking champagne that cost more than their donations to the cause. We are doing the future generations a favour, they would brag, figuratively patting themselves on the back while doing absolutely nothing to promote changes for the future.

Damien hated them, but this was his world. From the age of five, these were the events he had to go to at the weekends, after days of extra tuition and study. He was forced into a stuffy suit, had his hair combed back with such force that his scalp stung, and then was expected to make pleasantries with the adults. He was nothing more than a mini-adult, struggling to understand the matters that bothered the grown-ups. Little boys should be playing with toys and creating imaginary worlds, not be forced to stand as tall as possible and try to give an answer when asked if he knew where India was on the map.

(At least Celine could slip away after a while. It wouldn’t be fair if both of them were stuck. He’d shoulder the chore for the two of them)

As an adult, that chore became a dread. He was known, he had a title and a reputation. The latest of the Brooks to grace these public events. Oh, you are just as handsome as your father was at that age, aren’t you so lucky. You are a lucky man to have such an esteemed reputation in the city. This time around, Damien had found some patrons of the older generations who were equally tired by the same monotony the wealthy elite prattled on about. But they were few and far between.

Damien had intended to stick by the DA, but got whisked away by a short, portly man with an oversized handlebar moustache who was adamant to get his stake in about the plans to renovate one of the abandoned buildings into accommodation for the lower class.

“You could make a bomb selling it. Imagine the glorious storefront that could take pride of place! I will double whatever has been offered.”

“Thank you, but no thank you. I have plans for that building and I intend to see them through myself.”

It wasn’t that simple to dismiss the conversation, and Damien was lucky someone else happened to join in so he could slip away and find his friend. There was relief to see they were ready to move, and the pair swiftly crossed the hall toward the large glass doors before someone pounced at the opportunity to debate a matter with the mayor and the district attorney! He waited until out of earshot to respond. You had to assume no one could be trusted.

“Really? That’s utterly astounding! I can’t believe my predecessors never thought of that!” Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he accepted the flute. “I had one of the businessmen rant at me for fifteen minutes about why I shouldn’t go ahead with plans to convert an abandoned store into accommodation and should instead sell it for profit to someone to sell... Oh, what was it he said...?” He paused for effect, snapping his fingers like it had genuinely slipped his mind. “Ah yes, of course. High-class fashion.” With the fresh air being a comforting presence, he let out a slow sigh as a hint of a smile appeared at the feeling of the weight being temporarily lifted. “I’m so sorry you have to endure all this, old friend. If you want to leave at any time, you’ve passed the time where it is now socially acceptable to do so. I know how arduous these events can be...”

#(You gave me a long reply so I wanted to try and give a sorta long one back >:D )#v; a day in the life #frxgmentsoffrxgments #(and now I gotta charge the laptop!)

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THANL YOU SO MUCH OMG IM HONOURED! OMG I WANNA GO TO GERMANY SO BAD😭 ❤️🇩🇪

AND PLEASE OMG ANY WORDS YOU WANNA KNOW HOW TO PRONOUNCE ASK ME! one of the best things about being british is our elite humour and our way with words. we have the best insults its great! it’s actually funny cus my accent is hardly noticeable im from a particularly small/just under average size city yet its ranked quite lowly in attractive accent lists (my accent is unatractive apparently) my city is also largely hated as its a shithole pretty much. apparently some kids were told if they dont behave their parents will send them to (insert my city name here) BUT ITS REALLY NOT THAT BAD THO 😭

BUT SERIOUSLY I LOVE THE BRITISH ENGLISH LANGUAGE SO MUCH I WILL GLADLY HELP YOU WITH WORD PRONUNCIATION

my step-mum is fluent german and almost fluent french and she says that german is her favourite language and she fully supports me in wanting to learn it. (it would 100% also help me in the future as i want to go down the historian path but specifically look at ww2) (also im hopefully gonna learn latin at school which will also help in becoming a historian) my favourite german word is the one you gained in world war 2 because of the destruction caused to my city in the blitz. 🥲

AND YES OMG GERMANY AND ENGLAND ARE TECHNICALLY LIKE ‘brothers’! because english and germany are actually germanic languages from the indo-european language family.

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AAaAAAHHHHHH💕💕💕💕I SHOULD BE THE ONE THANKING U !!! If you need any help with German pronunciation as well, feel free to ask me anytime!!!! ❤❤❤

I need to re-read/listen English pronunciation books (mainly because i have to speak good English to get into the Universities i want to go), so if i have any problem pronouncing a particular word, i'll ask you!!! 🥰 I currently have trouble with several words rn, but i want to first re-read some things and practice pronunciation. If i still have problems with said words, i'll definitely tell you about it! 🤭🤭😚💝

Please know that if you ever need me to return the favour by helping you out with German pronunciation, i'm always here and absolutely glad to help you out!!! At your service 🧎‍♀️ (it's supposed to be on one knee but oh well) ❤

You know, my dad & i always enjoy watching WW2 documentaries because we're both German as hell! And we've seen several good docus on Amazon Prime & Netflix. I seriously don't remember the names of the documentaries and im not sure if they'll be available in UK, but maybe you can search some on those platforms, mostly on Amazon Prime, because I know they have good quality documentaries about WW2. Also, there's a YouTube british channel that talks about history, and has some documentaries about a certain moustache man, and WW2. I wanna say it's called 《History Hit》 but to be honest i think it's other channel similar to that...if i find it, i'll tell you the name!!!

And also, UK & Germany are like the best brothers ever and have a good history together!! Recently when the Queen died i saw on TikTok several videos of Germans in UK crying for the Queen and honestly it was quite an emotional moment 🥲 God I love UK so much and you guys are the best <333 I swear I follow a shit ton of British memes accounts on TikTok bc you all make me laugh so much and your humour??? Top notch 👌👌👌

Thx so so much for allowing me to ask you questions abt English💕💕🤧🤧🤧🤧

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My top 7 movies of 2022

Hey folks! Its that time again! That day youve all been waiting for. That day of the year when I talk about movies I`ve seen and rank them according to my own personal taste and bias! Like 2020 and 2021, 2022 was another year where I decided to play it safe and keep away from the cinemas. So this is my "The movies that I planned to see in cinema in 2022 but watched on DVD instead" list.

7: Thor: Love and thunder There is a difference between not taking things too serious and not taking things serious enough. Thor Ragnarok is the former, Love and thunder is the latter. Sometimes bathos can work and sometimes it is even quite welcome. Its a matter of how it is used, where it is placed and how often it is used. But bathos aside theres also some tonal inconsistency and in the climax a character pulls out an eleventh hour superpower that should have been forshadowed earlier in the movie. Good work from Hemsworth and Bale though, and I like that they gave Portman more to do in this one. Didnt like it as much as Ragnarok but its better than Iron man 2.

6: Death on the Nile Monsieur Hercule Poirot (and his little grey cells) travels to Egypt where he meets his old friend Bouc and is soon forced to solve a murder mystery on a boat travelling on the Nile. Feels similar to Murder on the Orient Express but not quite as memorable. Visually good looking and we get a tragic origin story for why Poirot has a moustache. Yes, Poirot`s moustache has a tragic origin story.

5: Black Panther: Wakanda forever T'Challa passes away, his sister Shuri is left picking up his mantle and the Kingdom of Wakanda is under pressure from other nations to share their vibranium, some even try to take it by force. And as if things werent tough enough already for the royal family of Wakanda they are also being attacked by the forces of Atlantis. It cant be easy to make a movie when the main star dies. I wonder how much had to be changed because of Bosemans passing. Letitia Wright has said some dumb things in real life but here she delivers a good performance, so I cant really complain here. Cant complain about Tenoch Huertas performance either, a guy who flies around in swimming trunks with wings on his feet could easily have gotten silly but he makes it work. The movie is good but doesnt have quite the same WOW feeling that I got from the first one. A result of Boseman`s passing, or is it just hard to make magic happen again? Worth checking out.

4: Turning red Meilin "Mei" Lee, a confident over-achiever, has a good life and is doing well at school until she turns thirteen and has to deal with puberty and turning into a giant red panda everytime she gets excited. Not the next Ratatouille or Inside out, nor does it have to be. It`s fun, enjoyable and feels like a story someone wanted to tell.

3: Top Gun: Maverick Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, now working as a testpilot, is given the job of training an elite group of Top Gun graduates in a mission to destroy an uranium enrichment plant before it becomes operational. Old memories come back to haunt him when he discovers that one of his students, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, is the son of his deceased best friend "Goose". Yes, it is pretty much a feature length recruitment ad for the U.S. Air force, but that aside, a lot of care and effort was put into this movie. For instance the scenes where the pilots are in their cockpits were made by having the actors delivering their performances while being in real planes that flew for real. The G-force that you see on their faces is the real thing. There`s a lso a touching scene where Maverick is reunited with Iceman. The movie uses nostalgia here and there but nevere so much that it becomes a crutch. Worth a watch.

2: Nope One day, metal objects start to rain over the Haywood ranch where Otis Haywood, together with his son Otis Jr., trains and handles horses for film productions. One of the metal objects hits and kills Otis Sr. Six months later Otis Jr. (O.J.) is forced to sell some of his horses to Ricky "Jupe" Park who runs a western theme park called "Jupiters Claim". And as if thing werent bad enough, a UFO shows up and starts stealing some of the other horses from the Haywood ranch. O.J and his sister decide to put up cameras to document and sell evidence of the UFO's existence, but soon discover that getting the UFO in front of a camera is not gonna be that easy. Nope is an interesting movie. It sets up a mystery and gradually reveals more of it at the plot progresses, and some the reveals are not what youd expect. But it also brings up not only black peoples contributions to the cinema but also how those contributions have been silenced. Like when one of the characters talk about "Animal locomotion", a sequence of pictures, published in 1887, depicting a black man riding a horse. Like many great Horror movies before it, its horror with some social commentary.

And now… Drumroll please. My number one pick for 2022 iiis…

1: Everything everywhere all at once Evelyn Wang, a chinese american running a laundromat with her husband Waymond is being audited by the IRS, her marriage is failing and her relationship with her gay daughter could have been much better. Suddenly her husband becomes possessed by an alternate version of himself and tells her that she needs to stop a great multidimensional threat. This movie is crazy, absurd and completely sincere. Its a martial arts movie, a Sci-fi and a family drama. It balances and juggles many things, is incredibly silly but not in a way that undercuts the sincere, serous and heartfelt moments. Yes, once again, feels are my kryptonite but its not just that. Its that it combines all these crazy things AND knows how give me the old feels. It teaches us the importance of being kind. Especially when we dont know what`s going on.

Aand those are the movies I watched in 2022.

Written stuff: 52

Started writing this: 2023-11-29

And as usual: English is not my first language, so if my writing doesn`t seem to flow naturally, you know why.

#movies #movie list #movie review #81scorp

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