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hintofelation99 · 3 years

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Sick day headcannons!!!!!!!

Hell yeah, I do have a post on this already (linked here) but sick day headcanons are some of my favs so let’s do some more! (Just btw there will be some repeats but that just means I rlly like that headcanon)

Dick

Dick: Oh no, god no!

Wally: What’s wrong?!

Dick: I’m dying!

Wally, suspicious: Okay…

Dick: Please Wally this is serious, I need help!

Wally, deciding to take Dick seriously: Okay, what’s wrong? What do you need?

Dick: Just a coffin. Made of maple- no oak! And roses, preferably white, oh or blue! With baby’s breath. And-

Wally: Dick, what’s wrong?!

Dick: I burnt the roof of my mouth.

Wally leaves.

A good rule of thumb for Dick is the more dramatic he is the less serious the situation. The less dramatic he is the more serious the situation.

He will go into work with a cold and complain the entire day.

If he has something serious that’s contagious he’ll call in sick but just say it’s a slight stomach bug.

If it’s not contagious he will act like everything is completely fine.

One time he did this after getting an injury on patrol and ended up passing out and spending that night and the next day in the ICU.

He has become a bit more responsible over the years, mainly bc he thinks it’s adorable how sweet and cuddly Damian gets.

His favorite sick day activity is eating junk food and watching rom coms under a fuzzy blanket .

Babs

Dick: Please go to bed!

Babs: I am, I am, just one more line of code.

Dick: You’ve said that for the last three hours!

Babs tries to relax when sick but she has trouble actually taking a step back to rest.

Most of the time she’ll take a nightquil then get distracted by something and ends up falling asleep in front of her screen.

Usually Cass or Steph will come over and take care of her.

Steph always makes the best comfort food. And usually Cass will tuck Babs into bed.

Babs loves dozing on the couch to the sound of Cass and Steph laughing in the kitchen as they make her soup.

If Cass and Steph can’t come over she loves talking to them over discord while eating take out. Usually she and Cass just listen to Steph babble or she watches on of them stream something.

She also usually ends up falling asleep.

Jason

Bruce: Are you sick?

Jason: I’m legally dead.

Bruce: That doesn’t-

Jason: So,legally, no. I am not sick.

Jason will forever and always argue that he can’t get sick since he already died.

When he was little he was rarely able to get extra rest when he was sick. Because when he was really little he wanted to go to school to avoid Willis. After Catherine died he was too busy just trying to survive to focus on being healthy.

But when Catherine was alive and Willis was away Jason would stay home from school, and if Catherine was sober she would read to him and sing lullabies. This only happened like twice but Jason cherishes those memories of Catherine.

As a kid if he was ever sent home for being sick he’d get in huge trouble with Willis.

After being adopted the first time he was sent home with a fever he begged Alfred not to tell Bruce and hid in his closet until he stopped crying being sad. Alfred sat by the closet door with soup, a grilled cheese, and tea, reading The Princess Bride aloud until Jason came out. It took two hours.

Jason’s favorite sick day activity is drinking tea and rereading The Princess Bride (with the movie playing quietly in the background) while wearing his Wonder Woman hoodie.

Cass

Steph: Cass why are you patrolling while sick?!

Cass shrugs.

Steph, with a sigh: You’re allowed to take a sick day, okay?

Cass looks unsure but nods.

Steph: C’mon, let’s get you a bath and fuzzy blankets.

Cass forgets that she’s not just a weapon/tool. She forgets that she’s allowed to rest when sick.

Because of this she will keep going no matter what and tends to view ‘taking a sick day’ as a failure.

Steph, Tim, and Babs have been working on this with her. She’s improved a lot now that Tim lost his spleen and gets sick easily.

Now usually Steph cooks for her while Babs lays with her.

Cass isn’t against taking medicine but she never feels like the situation is severe enough to require medication. So someone in the fam has to convince her to take her meds.

She becomes extremely cuddly when sick and will cling to anyone near her.

Her favorite sick day activity is watching old horror movies with Steph or Babs.

Steph

Steph: I’m fine.

Steph: I’m- I have a fever of 104, I should rest.

Stephs mom is a doctor, so she’s used to being told “it’s just a cold, you’re fine”.

Usually she keeps going until she can’t then sleeps for like three days.

But it’s less out of stubbornness and more out of habit. So if someone tells her to rest she’s immediately like “okay!” and takes the sick day.

Babs always calls or comes over to check on her every day that she’s sick.

Cass has been learning how to cook and loves making Steph food when she’s sick.

Tim used to come over but now he always calls.

Stephs favorite sick day activity is sleeping with an ice pack or heating pad, depending on the sickness, with a giant cup of ginger ale and Cass curled up beside her.

Tim

Jason: Tim, are you sick?

Tim, tiredly staring at case files: No I-

Tim is interrupted by a violent coughing fit.

Tim: Oh, I guess I am?

Growing up Tim loved getting sick because it meant the house keeper would come over and take care of him and he might even get a hug.

But she stopped coming over when Tim was ten, his parents thought he was old enough to handle being sick on his own.

Sick days in the manor were a shock to him because he was rarely alone, there was always one family member by his side.

Now that he’s immunocompromised he’s always surrounded by people, he pretends to get annoyed with it but really he loves how much they care.

Dick always sings Romani lullabies and runs his fingers through Tim’s hair. Jason, Duke, and Steph will cook for him. Damian stay by his side and bring him tea. Babs will play video games with him. And Cass does a bit of everything, at least everything other than sing to him.

The family also takes Tim getting sick very seriously so if they here one cough he’s immediately being interrogated and getting his temperature checked.

Tim’s favorite sick day activity is laying under a weighted blanket with a cup of tea and playing video games with Babs, Steph, Duke, and Cass.

Duke

Dick, knocking on Duke’s door: Hey bud, why are you still in bed? I thought we were training together?

Duke: Sorry, I forgot to cancel. I’m sick and don’t think I can handle training today.

Dick: You’re sick?!

Duke: Yeah, but don’t worry I’ve been disinfecting and cleaning so no one else should get sick.

Dick: I’m not worried about getting sick, I’m worried about you!

Duke: …oh, okay.

Growing up sick days were spent at home either resting alone or with one of his parents.

He had to do some fending for himself (like cleaning and making food when his parents weren’t home with him) but nothing extreme or unexpected. So, overall he had pretty normal sick days.

After he parents went missing he was so focused on getting them back and saving them that he never stopped to rest when sick.

Now as a member of the Wayne family his sick days are always spent with someone by his side, at least they are if he tells the family he’s sick.

He’s gotten in trouble several times for not telling Alfred/the family that’s he’s sick. Not because he puts Tim at risk, he like all the family is very cautious about that, but because everyone worries about him and wants to help take care of him.

After several lectures from Alfred he’s finally getting better about telling the family when he’s sick.

His favorite sick day activity is reading Jason’s copy of The Princess Bride while having a bowl of Alfred’s chicken noodle soup.

Damian

Jason: Are you sick?

Damian: N-

Damian sneezes like a kitten.

Damian: No.

Cass, smiling: Sick baby brother, cute sneeze.

Damian tries to be offended but ends up having a sneezing fit.

Steph: That’s so adorable!!

Damian has the most adorable sneezes. He literally sounds like a kitten and the entire family and hero community finds it adorable. Damian hates it.

He used to try and pretend he wasn’t sick and just work through it.

Then he sneezes in front of Harley and Ivy and they cooed over him for an hour.

Now he grumpily secluded himself in his room when sick.

Usually the family will check on him and find that Jon flew over and they’re cuddling on his bed watching cartoons.

When Damian’s sick he really craves spicy food. Like everything he eats he’ll add hot sauce or pepper to. His food is so spicy that only Cass can handle it, like it makes ghost peppers look like child’s play.

His favorite sick day activity is drinking masala chai under one of Tim’s fuzzy blankets while wearing Dick’s old hoodies and surrounding himself with various soft things he stole from his siblings. This is preferably done while eating spicy tomato or lentil soup and watching cartoons with Jon.

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neesieiumz · 3 years

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so this is a bit of an emergency but you dont havr to do it. Long story short, im demisuxual and my sister just completely invalidated that, she said its not real its made up like many other sexualities (she,herself, is bi and claims to support the lgbtq community) and said there isn't an asexuality spectrum so I'd love to have a kirishima, bakugo, deku + whichever characters you prefer comforting a female reader in this situation please and thank you (before this she also called me a cunt and told me I had no friends :) im so sorry if im trauma dumping btw oh god now im worried thats what im doing im so sorry im just gonna send this before i somehow have a panic attack over text

Hi! So I got this late at night as I was working on other works and I immediately stopped working on everythig to give you a small head canon! Unfotuantle my brain could only give me a decent Kiri one. It's not that long but I really hope you like it! Your sister is a major loser and I hope she realizes how wrong she is! You are valid, your sexuality and all. As a bisexual person myself, it's shameful to see her hate on those whose sexuality is different than her's, especially her own sister's! I hope you're doing okay!

Word count: 580

It was movie night, and you were holding it in your room this week. Both you and Kiri have had these movie nights on the weekend, sort of to celebrate going through the week school, from boring lectures to ruthless hero training classes.

Wearing a hoodie, some shorts, and holding a bucket of freshly popped popcorn, he happily trotted to your room. Just as he stopped in front of your door, about to knock, he stopped, hearing weird sounds.

Is that? Yeah, it’s you, crying.

Immeidntlay he opened the door, revealing you curled up in your blankets on your bed. Your eyes were red and puffy and tears were streaming down your face. He entered your room immediately closing it behind him.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

At first, you couldn’t speak, just took one glance at him, before rolling yourself back into your blankets, covering your face. He placed the popcorn on your bed before going straight to your bed, sitting right beside you.

“Y/n? Can you please tell me what’s wrong?”

You sniffed, pushing your head back above the blanket to look at the concerned redhead. His worried crimson eyes staring back at you.

“You know my sister right?”

Kiri immediately nodded. The two of you both went to U.A, you were in the hero course and she was in the general course. Kiri’s met her a couple of times, just a few hellos before you pulled him away.

“Well, you know how I came out to my family, you know, about my sexuality? Right?”

Kiri nodded again. He was one of the first to know about you being demisexual, smiling at how hard you hugged him when you told him. He knows how much it means to you to have your family accept you for who you are.

“My parents, they accepted me. They told me they loved me no matter what. My sister, however, was quiet. It made me uneasy, she didn’t say anything all throughout the weekend and even until we came back here.

“Then all of a sudden, she just blew up on me!”

Kiri tilted his head, “blew up on you?”

You nodded your head, “yeah, blew up on me. She said how demisexuality isn’t a real thing! I just… I couldn’t take it, the nail in the coffin was when she was calling me all these names. I had to get out of there, so I ran until I got to my room and cried my eyes how and now here we are!”

Immediately, Kiri wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. He rocked back and forth in his arms, placing his chin on top of your head.

“Your sister… pardon my language… but your sister is a total bitch.”

You laughed out loud, his polite tone with the curse word not even mixing. Kiri smiled at the sound of your laughter.

“You and your sexuality are valid, don’t you forget. Don’t let someone as irrelevant as your sister take that away from you? Capiche?”

You giggled, “you sounded like Bakugo when you called her irrelevant, you’ve been hanging around him too much.”

Kiri giggled, “yeah, I guess I did.” He sheepishly rubbed at the back of his head.

“Do you… do you still wanna watch the movie or are you not up to it anymore?”

You took a deep breath, rubbing the crust away from your eyes.

“Let’s watch the movie, I need a distraction anyways.”

#ejiro kirishima x reader #kirishima ejirou #bnha kirishima #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima

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scandalsavagefanfic · 5 years

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Hello. For your 500 followers Prompt-A-Thon request, how about Death/Jason. Honestly, I'm just wondering what the batfam's reaction would be to finding out Jason is dating death. Like their reaction whenever there's a near death experience and Jason is talking to thin air (because only he can see him/her). Then one day Jason is the one having a near death experience and Death comes physically to talk to him. Congratulations, BTW!!

Ok. So. Once I got going, this turned out a little differently than I expected. I hope you still like it. And thank you for the congratulations!

Matter of Life and Death - Read on Ao3!

Rating: Mature (a teeny bit of mostly glossed over smut)Warnings: Lots of talk about death. Kinda sorta suicide discussion...Words: 3161

Pairing is Jason Todd/ Death of the Endless, btw

(And while I did read some stuff, I’m not super familiar with the Sandman universe so if anyone out there thinks I wrote Death wrong you’re probably right so no need to bite my head off ;) )

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He’s not supposed to be there. So she says as much.

“Look lady, I… I don’t even know where here is. So… uh…” theboy trails off.

She can’t blame him. If she doesn’t know what’s happening,she can’t expect the maybe-sorta-dead human youth to know.

He’s dressed absurdly in what would be green texturedshorts, a red tunic, and a yellow cape, complete horrendous green pixie boots,if it weren’t for the way color was leeched from all things in this place. Ithelps fill in some of the gaps. But certainly not all of them.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened,” She asks, taking asmall step toward him. He’s obviously frightened and even though he’ll neveroutrun her, she doesn’t want to chase him down. “Then we can figure out—”

“No offense,” he interrupts, crossing his arms over hischest, “but I don’t know you and the last thing I remember was getting beatento gory mess, blown up, and gasping for air in a grimy warehouse. Now,suddenly, I’m—” he looks around at the black void and shivers, “—here, with akinda-hot-kinda-creepy lady who is… unnaturally white. So why don’t westart with who you are, and then go from there.”

She just gazes at him for a moment. The situation isunprecedented and for once in her extremely long life she is genuinely… surprised.Not just because he’s there. Even if that is the primary concern. Humans, orrather their souls, aren’t meant to see this place. It’s just… connectivetissue—a pass through. No one has ever just… stopped. But it’s clear he alsodoesn’t recognize her.

Stretching her memory back to the beginning, she can’trecall a single soul, separated from its physical shell, not recognizing her onsight. As such, she is certainly used to a much more… respectful tone.

It’s both insulting and refreshing.

“Am I… am I… dead?” The oddly dressed boy asks softly.There’s a tremble in his voice and he’s gripping the hem of the cape tightly.

If he was dead, he wouldn’t be here. If he was dead, hewould know her. But if he was alive, he wouldn’t be here, and he wouldn’t seeher at all. It feels extremely disconcerting to be unable to answer.

And yet, a part of her is thrilled. She doesn’t think she’sever just… not known something before.

“I can’t be dead,” the boy mutters, more to himself than toher, as he drops to sit on the inky void that surrounds them. “He needs me. Ijust… I made a mistake. I need him to know… to know that it wasn’t him. Notreally. I wasn’t trying to… to replace him. I just needed to know.”

She watches his shoulders shake when he drops his forehead tohis knees, unsure how to respond.

Finally, she sits at his side.

“You are… you seem to be caught in limbo,” she answersfinally, gently as she is able. “You are not alive, but your soul has… taken anuncommon detour and you have not actually died. If you had, you would know me.”

There is no recognition in his eyes when they rise to meethers. But the blue of his irises somehow manages to burn through the void. Theonly color that exist in this place.

“I am Death,” she continues, surprised and intrigued whenthe only reaction the revelation receives is slight widening of his eyes. Whichshe can’t stop looking at. She can perceive the colors things were supposed tobe in this realm but there shouldn’t be any actual pigment here. “You are…something entirely unique.”

He tears his gaze away from hers and actual color, a softrosy pink, rises in his cheeks.

His name is Jason. The young protégé of one of the manysuperheroes on one of the many worlds in one or the many universes.

She spends a great deal of time with him over the nextmonths or years, time means very little to her. It does, however, still mean agreat deal to Jason. She can move between the realms, but he is stuck in thevoid. She was away for a week the first and only time she left him and returnedto find him distraught and inconsolable after being alone in the still, silent,nothing.

The best she can guess, after discussing the mystery with aless than helpful Destiny, is that he isn’t meant to die permanently. He can’tmove on because he’s destined to return to his flesh.

It is, in her opinion, a particularly grisly thought. Butone that proves accurate when he is suddenly ripped from her side in the middleof a conversation and when she checks on him, finds him desperately strugglingto escape his airless coffin buried deep under the earth.

She shouldn’t interfere but she can’t help it. It’s a simplethink to crack the wood, to move the dirt more than he should be able to.

He’s not himself when he emerges, face wet with tears andgasping for air. She can tell. The young man she spent so much time getting toknow needs healing she can’t offer.

But she resolves to keep an eye on him.

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The next time they meet would feel like a coincidence ifDeath didn’t know better than to believe is such a thing.

She doesn’t know why she still bothers to come for the Demonwhen he’s on her doorstep, when so often he laughs and runs away. Perhaps it’scuriosity. Will this be the time he can’t quite manage to evade her?

It’s a different kind of void this time. Acid green andviolent, burning, agony. Death is not meant to be circumvented, she thinks, itis not natural to outlive ones’ welcome.

But then she sees Jason in the thick color and allows thatit is not her will the universe follows. That she is a just another mechanic,keeping everything in working order. That perhaps there is a future purpose forthose who are fated to evade Death.

Except that Jason is different, she thinks, watching hisface twist in pain as he’s stitched back together.

The Demon has been on her list for centuries, rising to thetop, just to drop back down again.

Jason was never fated to die.

She reaches out and touches his face. When his eyes open, heknows her. He knows her even though he’s never known true death.

His pinched, agonized expression smooths out at her touch.His eyes soften when they find hers.

She is unused to the reaction. Most people feel fear orsadness or anger when they see her and know.

But Jason finds comfort in the presence of Death.

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“You’re asking if I can bring someone back from the dead?”

He's not entirely wrong but even she doesn't know the rulesthat allow her to do it and when. So she doesn’t know what makes him think thatshe can.

“I know you can.” Jason’s voice cracks on the words. “Ididn’t tell him because I didn’t know how to find you again. Then it just cameto me and I… I had to try…”

He’s shaking like a leaf behind the steering-wheel of anautomobile that isn’t his and doesn’t suit him. All black and mean looking withtoo many lights on the dash and too many buttons. The front is smashed andsmoking and there’s a cut on Jason’s forehead from where he smacked into thewheel in front of him. The broken, bloodied skin of his knuckles aren’t fromthe “accident” though and she suspects his tears have more to do with theprevious fight than any physical pain from the wreck.

“You did it for me,” he sobs, choking on the lump in histhroat, “you can do it for my little brother.”

Ah. She supposes that from his perspective, that is the onlything that makes any kind of sense.

She rests her hand on his shoulder and wonders if he canfeel it when he doesn’t react.

“I can’t raise the dead, Jason," she explains, even ifit's not entirely true. She doesn't want to get his hopes up. "As much asI wish I was responsible for your second life, I’m not. And I can’t bring backyour brother.”

He is an al Ghul though, she thinks to herself, and one ofJason’s beloved Bats. His name was on her list. But she wouldn’t be surprisedto find it there yet again.

He cries quietly in the seat next to her for a long minute.She doesn’t like to see him in pain. It… it stirs something in her that shedoesn’t recognize. The fact that she hasn’t seen Jason free from his tormentsince he was pulled from her side only makes that thing inside her more…passionate.

“I can’t stay long,” she finally says into the near silence,“A sudden, near death experience may bring me to your side. But it can’t keepme here for more than a couple minutes.”

Jason swallows loudly and finally turns to look at her. TheDemon’s green has tainted his eyes, but she sees the fiery blue much moreclearly. Even despite the redness and swelling. She hasn’t missed the how muchtaller and bigger he is now. How handsome he’s grown.

“I miss you,” he all but whispers. “Sometimes I wish I’dnever come back. Being in the empty void with you was better than being alone inan ocean of people.”

If she had a heart, she’s sure it would break.

She takes his face in her hands and the surprise in his eyestells her that yes, he can feel it. Then she leans in and brushes her lipsagainst his.

There’s a spark of warmth on her mouth and it tingles as ittravels all the way down her spine to settle somewhere in her belly.

She knows her own eyes are as black and empty as the void;most souls won’t meet them.

But he does. And it’s not fear or sadness or anger in hisgaze.

It’s longing.

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The nature of his life means she sees him often.

Or… ‘often’ relative to how ‘often’ she sees other humans.Which is not. Ever. Not like this.

A death in his vicinity will allow her to see him for a fewminutes. One of his own near-death experiences tugs at her and she spares aminute to make sure he’s alright. But otherwise, she has too much work to do.

“You should be more careful,” she scolds him on oneoccasion. One when he actually ‘died’ again for a minute. He wasn’t one of herappointments then either. But that’s not unusual. Momentary heart failuresaren’t enough to bring her around. Unless it’s him. “One of these days, you’llforce me to escort you over.”

“Please,” he laughs, even though he’s clearly still a littleshaken from the demon possession. “You’re my get-out-Death free card.”

She smiles at him because he knows that it doesn’t work likethat. But he doesn’t know that he’s not listed. Ever. She needled Destiny intolooking him up in the Book of Souls.

Jason Todd. Born. Meets Batman.

Then nothing. Just swirls of ink that won’t settle.

She doesn’t know how to tell. Doesn’t really know what totell him, even if she knew how. It’s a strange feeling, not knowing.

“How much longer can you stay?” he asks, sounding hopefulbut resigned.

“I don’t have any souls who need me here,” she answers,reaching up to tame a wild strand of hair. “I am needed elsewhere.”

“I just wish you could stay once in a while, you know? Thisis… this is ha—”

“Jason?”

They both turn to look at Batman. Death smirks when Jasonflushes pink at the look of wary confusion on his mentor’s face.

“Kinda in the middle of something, B,” Jason barks, tryingfor and failing to find his usual façade of bravado.

“He can’t see me,” she reminds him.

“He could if you’d let him.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Jason? You’re acting strange after being possessed bydemons,” the Bat tries again, “I’m going to need you to say something to me orI’m calling Constantine back.”

“Just what I need,” Jason groans.

“John’s not so bad,” Death responds with a smile.

Jason makes a face at her and she kisses his lips just towatch him turn a darker shade of red.

“What the hell is going on, Jason?” Bruce snaps.

“Have fun explaining that,” she says as she pats Jason’scheek, just to the right of his scowl, and disappears.

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This is her chance.

She has all day and she knows exactly how to spend it.

She puts herself in his path. It’s a test and it isn’treally fair because he doesn’t know anything about it. Her siblings say she’slost it and about time. It’s her turn, they said, and falling for a weirdmortal ranks.

He brushes past her in the aisle. Offers a distracted butpolite ‘excuse me’. Then steps away.

But before she has time to be disappointed he turns back toher, taps her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, I swear this isn’t a line but… do I know you?I mean, do we know each other?”

She smiles sweetly. “I don’t think so.”

It isn’t enough. He needs to say it. He needs to knowher.

“Oh.” He sounds disappointed. His expression falls a little.“Sorry. You’re just very familiar… to…”

He’s searching her face and she searches his. When theireyes meet—his supernatural teal, her very human hazel—his brows go fromfurrowed to wide in recognition.

“Death?”

Stepping back in surprise he looks her up and down. Her skinis much darker than it usually is, her hair a soft brown and curly.

There’s no reason he should recognize her. There’s no explanation.

Other than: Jason Todd knows Death.

They spend the whole day together.

Jason promptly discards his plans, puts what he had in hiscart back, and starts gathering a whole different list of ingredients.

Then they return to his apartment, a small but comfortable placekept immaculate and tidy.

They make idle chit-chat while he cooks for her. Somethingcomplicated that she’s never had before because she never wanted to waste heone day a century in a restaurant. But time spent with Jason is easy andpleasant.

They eat. Beef Wellington, his grandfather’s recipeapparently. Pistachio soufflés for desert.

He wants to watch Casablanca, she wants to watch MaryPoppins. So they meet in the middle and pretend to watch High Societywhile they finish off the second bottle of excellent wine and make out.

It was a quiet, beautiful day.

And it’s a soft, lovely night.

Despite his brash, sarcastic exterior, Jason is kind and givingand… eager to please.

She spends an hour with his head buried between her legs andcomes twice. Then he lifts her off the sofa, her legs wrapped around his waist,and she kisses him as he carries her to his bed.

They fall into it together. She threads her fingers throughhis hair as he kisses his way down her neck, between her breasts, across herbelly. He pauses on his way back up to suck gently at her nipples, scraping histeeth over them lightly before moving back to her lips.

“May I?” he asks as he rolls his hips gracefully againsther.

She chuckles. “You better or next century we won’t get outof bed at all.”

He’s frowning when he looks up at her. “Next century?”

“I only do this once every hundred years. And it only lastfor a day.”

His face falls even further. “I… I don’t think I’ll bearound next century.” He tries for a smile but it’s weak. “Not all of us areimmortal personifications of cosmic forces.”

“Hmmm, we’ll see,” she hums. Then she pulls him into a kissbefore he can ask for clarification she doesn’t have, and flips them.

He’s breathless and flushed beneath her and she thinks that’sonly fair considering he had her the same way.

Closing the space between them, she takes his lips again andsinks down onto him. They both sigh happily at the same moment.

It might be the best day she’s ever spent as a mortal.

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Jason Todd is still around the next century.

And the one after that.

And the next.

The first one wasn’t so bad.

But the ones beyond…

It’s after his great-grand nieces and nephews have gone,when that link to family, to the past, becomes so tenuous it just dissolves.

It’s when his strongest link to existence is an immortalpersonification of a cosmic force who he can only really be with once every 36,500days.

It’s when he stands alone, in a sea of people, tired, beatendown, ready to go and move on but unable.

“Why?” he asks, not for the first time.

“I don’t know,” she answers again and she knows it won’t bethe last time she has to say it. “I wish I did.”

He can’t meet her eyes. He hasn’t looked at her in decades.She knows he doesn’t blame her. But she also knows sometimes he has to remindhimself that it’s not her fault.

She’s not sure if that’s true. And she hates not knowing.

“I don’t know how much longer I can stand this,” he says,tears dripping down his cheeks because even if he can’t there’s nothing he cando about it. “It feels like that time you left and I was alone in the emptinessonly this time it won’t end. I can’t leave and… and no one is coming back.”

“You still have me,” she offers, nudging him with hershoulder.

It’s not enough and she knows it. Especially since…

“No I don’t,” he mutters even as he leans into her all tooinfrequent touch. “I never really had you. Not anymore than you ever really hadme.”

Death sits with him as long as she can. Which is justanother couple minutes.

“It’s only a few more years before my day.”

“Twenty-seven. Twenty-seven years, four months, seventeendays, and three hours, before your next mortal day.”

“What? No minutes? Seconds?”

He does her the kindness of forcing a smile before nudgingher back and saying, “You have to go.”

“I can stay a little longer.”

He sighs, a shaky, broken thing. “No you can’t.”

She leans over and presses a reassuring kiss to his cheek.Knowing it won’t work. Wishing she could do more.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

“I know.”

Because he does. He knows her.

And she knows him.

The curse of life is knowing that there is peace only indeath.

#Jason Todd #Death of the Endless #Jason/Death #mind the tags #mind the warnings #ANGST!#50 fics/500 followers #Who’s surprised I can’t keep to a max word limit? *looks around* No one?#celebratory prompt-a-thon #dn-ky

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austennerdita2533 · 6 years

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A/N: Okay, so. I couldn't stop thinking about time and how it could affect how Klaus and Caroline would relate to both themselves and each other prior to/after his near-death in 5x13. (Near-death because I reject canon in all forms. Self-care at its finest!) And this is what came out. (Post-TO Finale AU + Light angst + Fluff)

**Disclaimer: The first half of this is literary in nature. It’s written in a more removed POV, and while I usually save that kind of experimentation for my original writing, that's what wanted to come out. I also couldn’t seem to shut OFF the poeticism. So I went with it.**

GOD HELP US ALL BECAUSE THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE THAN I WANTED IT TO BE BUT I’M OVER IT.

Kudos to anyone who can guess which famous work/author I punned for my title, btw! Happy reading!

(A03) (FF.net)

xx Ashlee Bree

For When The Clock Chimes

The hands of time continued to turn because they could, because they brokered no resistance from anything in physics or grimoire magic. At least not to anyone’s knowledge.

It’s how they functioned. They existed to move, to tock away in subsequence. Their only purpose was to track the moments that the rest of the world took for granted or disregarded completely.

And so many people did: squandering each one with the flutter of an eyelash, or an exhale of the lungs that wouldn’t keep, couldn’t stay, their voices rubbing against the edge of a thought before they let the words fade into letters the mouth couldn’t spell or name out loud because it was too soon, too late, not right or so wrong. The look on someone’s face making a person swallow them all back down where they didn’t belong, and never could since the stomach refused to digest omissive lies in any shape, any form. They’d spurn back up to the surface with a rough lurch so it hurt. Scraping at silence until it stung. They’d burn the esophagus into disrepair the whole way like a warning that wouldn’t ground down or away. “Admit it or else, admit it or else.” Screaming bile into blisters because the truth shouldn’t cower in corners forever, and it wouldn’t. It’d always crawl back out because time waited for nothing. And no one.

Time wouldn’t wait for decisions to be made or listen to a voice as it begged “slow down, slow down; please, please, please won’t you slow down.” Wonderful things fluttered past in the same cadence as the awful, the sad, the loving, the wrenching, or as the missed opportunities which were impossible to reel backwards for someone who’d let them skip past like rocks already.

People probably always would overlook these moments. Waste them, too. So few of them wanted to hear how many more ticks they had left before the quality of everything in their lives diminished, or worse, ended altogether. Killing the future in ways that couldn’t be resurrected.

After all, who could bear to tally all the seconds as they fell? As they died?

Why would anyone want to capture the Before? Catching it, wrestling it into trapped silence with thumbs, knees blackening and blueing from too much squirming on top of it merely to preserve the faint sputters of oxygen it expended. As if such a thing could be rewound or duplicated so that Before’s clockwork stores were always full of hours one could revisit with a blank slate, a new page, yet would never need to be scribbled through with chipping chalk or passed by with a feeling of what could’ve been instead.

Only, that’s not how it worked. The past could not be rewritten. It could not be recalculated for a redo, either.

Why would anyone try to cling to this dream when the dust from the After was bound to choke a person with its grittiness again and again regardless of the promises it’d made to keep the throat clear and dry? Free of regret. Unspoiled by grief. Untainted by all those nasty ‘if’s’ that tasted like tarred feathers on the tongue.

Who would care to listen to each beautifully fleeting moment as it gusted away like a dandelion wish on the end of a swollen green stem? Who wanted the pleasure, the pain of cataloguing them?

How long before each second started to sound less like a soprano note in the fabric of infinity and more like static burnt deep into eardrums? Krshhhing with the noise that all middles made as they neared their endings.

When was it wrong to count the stones of time like precious particles no one wanted to throw away? When was it right to grasp them tight, not letting go? Not giving up. Never, never surrendering to bruises or the fight for more un-lived life.

What happened if someone didn’t? Wouldn’t. If one refused to pay out time in elapsing dividends because it was unfair, because the future currency one was already contracted was about to be stolen from out of pockets before it could be spent.

What happened, for instance, to a girl with a woefully devoted, often under appreciated heart which had been taken, broken, or disappointed one too many times to be able to forget how it felt to be denied - what ruin it wrought inside of her when something or someone left her alone again or far behind in a place where she couldn’t follow so that she was the only one who was missing out on everything she wanted? Everything she almost got, almost loved, but might not receive.

What did it mean when she clung to each peal over her head because a part of her was terrified this was the last bell of extraordinary she was meant to hear? To want. To almost reach out and touch. To nearly have it in the palm of her hands, obscured, but lost in a way that was about to be found. Making her feel strong and certain in herself at last - in them, too - her heart open, adrenalized, embracive of the teethy edges which were to chomp through one of her deepest chambers soon, not long from now. Marking her with a brand of unapologetic readiness, of confidence she owed to the creature she was today.

This girl didn’t need extraordinary on her own - not all on her own - but she desired it with this man here before her. She knew that without a doubt now. Just as he was set to disappear.

The only problem was this: she wanted him out there somewhere still living. Still existing like the constant he was, or came to be over these uncountable years. She needed him to stay a fragment of light that’d never fade, that’d never fall from its spot in the sky so she could see it always - with her eyes closed, soul stretched through every shadow or curve of darkness - so she could chase it with feet one day knowing he’d be there waiting for her on the other side.

It was imperative that his coming seconds continued to stretch. Bend. Twist. Multiply. Endure.

But what happened if the hands of time stopped revolving because they intended to sweep the constant of him away for good? How did she feel to know it was nearly over between them? The end? Their last moment? This goodbye becoming the most rotten she’d ever tasted on dry lips since they still thirsted for the hope of another kiss.

It might be the end of every possibility…

The dropping curtain….

The final eclipse…

The threads of a vanishing eternity plunging into a hole that would fray its edges like the snap of a coffin lid…

So what became of her? Of him? Of them and this nearly-something which never came fully to fruition?

What next? What happened after the clock froze with a loud ding to assault their ears, catching their hearts off guard when it resounded out loud into the night with one last chime? Because if they couldn’t reverse the ding above their heads at midnight, if this fate was impossible to prevent, then how come those clock hands halted like lungs holding in a breath before a sigh?

Pssst, let me let you in on a little secret:

Out of time is not where their story ended.

It’s where it stopped—

then started all over again.

Caroline loved to cycle through the city. Preferred it, really. Given the option, she always chose a spontaneous ride over an aimless or idle stroll through the streets when a wandering mood struck her, as one often did. Restlessness dug into her as deeply as fangs anymore; or had, more specifically, for the past three decades or so.

“You’ll hear no complaints from me over it. Wanderlust leads where it wants, where it must,” her companion often said before they kicked off from the curb near their home. “I’ve embraced it myself many times over the years, to be sure, so I have no qualms about following wherever it is it drives you next.”

“Good,” she’d nod, releasing the kickstand. “It’s comforting to know you intend to try and keep up for once, Lance Armstrong. Instead of, you know, tailgating my backside a few tire revolutions away. Like a creep.”

“What can I say? I’m fond of a good chase, especially one with as lovely a view as you.”

“You always were, weren’t you? Fond of chasing me, I mean,” she’d reply with an arched smile, the words soon blurring into an echoed look-back over her shoulder.

“And I will continue to be,” would come the un-ironic answer from somewhere close behind, “thanks to you.”

“Thanks to me, Bonnie, and a few Japanese grimoire spells, you mean,” Caroline would correct in that chirpy, heart-of-the-matter way of hers.

“Certainly. Whatever you say.”

Then off they’d jet together without another word: no particular direction or destination in mind.

As it was, kinetic motion made Caroline more comfortable with her place in the world seeing as how she could travel anywhere inside of it. And she longed to see everything now - every town, city, country, continent; each day or night; the kinds of things nobody could dare to forget when one fought to remain aware. Alive.

She yearned to be everywhere and nowhere all at once these days, and cycling, she was. It’s why she loved it so much.

There was something about the feel of pedals flat against her soles, the bikey breeze cooling her skin before it blew tendrils loose onto the nape of her neck, the wheels beneath her spinning, screeching smoothly with speed as they weaved along windy, bus-trafficked roads or twiggy park pathways to gain that rush of adrenaline that clattered her teeth with joy. With freedom. Or maybe it was the way in which her butt bumped up and down on the triangular seat while a midsummer dusk descended with a multilingual hush over boats, which were docked bow-to-stern in the stilled green canals to her left, the day’s end cresting beyond the architectural diadem of the Tower Bridge as she continued her odyssey, then later, peaking atop the hedged copses and lush treetops in St. James’s Park to illuminate a family of ducklings as they paddled through the golden ripples. Or maybe it was how the moonlight reflected off rows of bricked homes in the borough of Bermondsey as her tires crunched gravel and debris to dust without slowing. It was in how everything whizzed by her in an indecipherable rush of buildings, cathedrals, faces, vibrated conversation, smogged tedium and bustle. Alerting her to the blended chaos of it all. Her ears buzzing with the familiar novelty of progression, of diversified populace and soon-to-be-digitized antiquity.

Caroline was hastened forward through the city, through a still-untapped eternity, by wonder. Diversion. Exploration. Temptation. Love. Each second tickling the hair in her nostrils as it passed before, then behind her.

The moving world around her became an anomalous combination of fast and slow, and the dichotomy thrilled her. It was something she could race alongside or immerse herself in by grasping the handlebar breaks - hopping off her bike with a swing of her leg to trot into a shop, a pub, an outdoor theater; dawdling along the choppy waves of the Thames with this man’s arm wrapped around her waist like it belonged there (and who’s to say it didn’t?) - but also something which she’d never be able to catch fully no matter how hard she tried. And Caroline was okay with that. She didn’t mind.

The truth was she relished a camaraderie with the world no one else besides the man next to her sensed, or understood, so it gave her the luxury to simply be. Feel. To open herself up to the unvaried rhythm of time as it carried them around every bend in this labryinth’d metropolis. Allowing her to bask in London’s steady changeability wherever she rode.

Caroline adored the taste of life rolling by her as her legs rounded harder, faster. Muscles burning with exertion. Slickened with sweat beneath her jeans, taut against her hamstrings.

She inhaled with eyes closed, breathing it all in without stopping: all the honking cars and laughter, the alcohol mixed with blood many tourists smelled of as they paused by some monument to snap a few Instagram photos, the clink of the Tube rails, applause within the Globe Theater, multicultural cuisine, fresh cheeses huddled within market stalls for selling, couples of all ages, pints of beer drunk in crowded avenues, the lift of a cyclist’s arm as she signaled to turn right, a full moon tacked to a twilight sky, music, tea and crumpets, a gentleman’s eye lingering on her legs too long to be accidental, the pruned sidewalk trees. Most of all, though, she reveled in Klaus’s easy proximity. His pride and contentment to be here, to be with her still (even if that meant flanking her rear sometimes), was more tangible than the kiss he left on her mouth at the last stoplight in Parliament Sqaure.

“How do you do that?” she said as they waited at the intersection with their foreheads still pressed together.

“Do what, love?” he asked.

“Make me want each new moment we share together to last forever.”

“My kisses are that potent? How lovely. I didn’t realize,” Klaus smirked.

Caroline shoved against his chest playfully, “Cut it out, I’m serious!”

“Say it again then.”

“No.”

“Come on, say it. Say it…please?”

Shaking her head, “You’re such a glutton for flattery, you know that? It’s exhausting. Seriously,” Caroline teased.

“Ah, but only when it comes from you, sweetheart. No one else. And just so we’re clear—” Reaching out with his hand to stroke her cheek then, his expression liquified, his irises gleaming with an affectionate blue blaze she’d come to recognize as hers, and hers alone. Klaus’s voice was deep, so much barer in emotion than he ordinarily liked to betray, “I’d gladly surrender it all to live in one such a moment of forever with you. I could pick but one, were it required. However, I‘m greedy so only if forced,” he added with a languid stroke down her spine.

“As could I, no doubt,” she smiled softly in answer, her lips poised near his ear and her fingers tangled in the necklaces at his throat. “Still, I’m glad we don’t need to choose.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Limitations suck, o’hybrid of mine. They leave us feeling stunted and starving to surpass them.”

“True, too true…”

“Plus, I’d rather have all of time ahead and behind us like we do now,” she said just as the cycle light changed to GO. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Truth be told, love, I just want us. This. You.” With a thumb hooked through one of her belt loops, Klaus shrugged while Caroline listened, “To hell with all the rest,” he said.

“And you’ll have me, okay? You absolutely will. I know it.”

“How?”

“Because we happen to have forever, you and I. We won back time, we got a second chance to sample everything the world still has to offer,” Caroline said with meaning before she leaned in to kiss him. “And there’s nobody dead or alive I’d rather spend it with…than you.”

After drawing away from his mouth then and settling herself onto her bike once more with a turn of the pedals, Caroline giggled because Big Ben cut in with its midnight song from Elizabeth Tower right as they disappeared back into the London night in unison, the clock hands illuminated almost in omen, or like a reminder gilded in moments that rang out with the words don’t waste me, don’t waste me. Which they didn’t, and never could again.

In fact, if the chimes of the near-death past had taught these two lovers anything, it was that they needed to chase and cherish every year, day, hour, minute, and second of eternity they were gifted because it wasn’t a given in this life no matter how “unkillable” or White-Oak-stake-prone one pertained to be. So chase and cherish is what Klaus and Caroline did. It’s how they chose to spend their passionate, nomadic existence for however long it coiled forward into the future. They loved it minute-by-minute, chime-after-chime…

Together.

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #klaroline fanfiction #half agony half hope #ashlee bree's writing endeavors #i've been stewing in-hate with this #for a week-and-a-half #because there should be more to this #more places; more dialogue #more examination of where they are or where they've been in the interim #how they've grown together and when #but the ambiguity isn't necessarily a bad thing #plus i couldn't bear to edit it any longer #so i *sings: let it go; let it goooo*

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Queen’s Battle (pt. 1 + pt. 2)

*WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD*

First off, I didn’t think we’d get Queen’s Battle before 2019. I can’t be the only one. I for sure thought that Frozer would be the last episode we’d get to see for 2018.

Moving on, literally every time Marinette goes into freak-out mode, I want to reach through my screen and give her a hug - stop stressing my child out 2k18 and beyond. Everyone needs a Tikki in their lives, btw. Also, why do I feel as though the writers scroll through Tumblr? Because everyone’s been talking about Adrien’s allergies, and the writers fixed that plot hole up real quick with synthetic feathers. Like, I feel as though they’re getting better at not leaving us with a million questions…?

AntHoNy -

Girl, you forgetting his name on purpose or…?

(Gorilla’s face was everything though, he was probably just like, “my boss may be Hawkmoth, but at least he remembers to treat me like a human every now and then, sayonara bitch.”

Why isn’t the carpet made out of marble - jfc! I can’t deal with this woman and it’s only been like two minutes. Her magazine is named Style Queen? Why didn’t anyone on here think of that? Also, Audrey’s just a straight up bitch, I want to knock that ridiculous hat off of her head, she is the worst, and not to condone Chloe’s own actions, but if that's what I had to look up to, if that was my main influence growing up, I’d be Chloe too.

cLarA?!

Thomas, what the hell is this?! We can’t have parents on this show who are worse than Gabriel, he’s the fucking villain!

“And you’re fired.” - from what, being your daughter - wait, actually, that’s not the worst idea, run Chloe run (I’d just quit if I could)

Aw, Adrienette, my sun, my stars, the only way to turn this episode around… No, seriously, I missed their adorkably awkward interactions, it feels like it’s been a while since we’ve had on of those (maybe it’s just the shipper in me, but whatevs)

Okay, I know that everyone thought that Nathalie might deliver some savage comebacks or whatever, but her monotonous air of ‘shut up, god, why are you still here?” was the funniest shit ever, I lived for it people! Oh Nathalie…

Moving on, are they really gonna’ have Audrey get akumatized cuz she thinks that Gabriel making her sit in the second row (GOD FORBID) is a sign of disrespect? So he reserved the front seat for his son’s closest friends, one of whom designed a piece for the show, big deal.

The coffin - oh dear god, I knew it was coming but with the music and everything, chills, literal chills. Also, why does Emilie’s outfit look like a fencing uniform…?

But like, my boy Nino living his best life, fulfilling his dreams - YAAAASSSS DJ!NINO

“Is this supposed to happen?” - Tom is so precious!

ADRIEN WHY DIDN’T YOU RUN?! (I knew it was gonna’ happen, but he could’ve gotten away and transformed, ugh)

I know that Style Queen’s the villain, but she’s not wrong about the costume. Is it practical and thematic? Yes. Does it look like the work of an aspiring fashion designer? Don’t make me laugh.

Aw, Chloboats just saved her hero’s life - Chloe’s a real stan, like she’d do anything for Ladybug, even somewhat defy her mother.

Also, I can’t believe they actually made Adrien as Sleeping Beauty canon. I’m telling you, someone in that writers’ room is on Tumblr.

Mari met Plaag guys, she met Plaag- I LOVE THIS SEASON SO MUCH!!!

Yo, I need flashbacks of what Plaag did to Atlantis, the leaning tower, dinosaurs, and god knows what else. Master Fu was quick to jump on him though. Like, Marinette comes in full panic mode and he’s just chillin, meditating, living life, but the minute Plaag starts talking he was in Mari mode like “no, nope, nopitynopnope.” and Wayzz just groaning in the background - highlight of the episode for me honestly.

Alya nearly became Queen Bee y’all!!! I love how Marinette just knows that she’ll be there, so she’s like, ‘yo, how’s about a second miraculous, you up for it?’ By the way, what are rules of being a miraculous holder exactly? Like, are you allowed to be in possession of more than one? Can they like, switch miraculous all willy nilly depending on the situation?

Is it wrong that I love Plaag even more now knowing that such a tiny little bean can cause so much damage? God bless Marinette and Tikki’s powers cuz’ otherwise, I think Plaag’s cataclysm would’ve probably destroyed the entire city, or at least half of it.

Also, Mari, sweetie, the bee miraculous! The bee mirac- this girl...

Nathalie knows?! Did we know she knows?! I know we headcanon she knows, but did we know?! Guys, this is too much for me. On that note, Pollen is adorable, I love her already, she must be protected at all costs!

Now onto part two…

HE’S GIVING UP?! GABRIEL, REALLY?! I mean, should be happy…? I did not see that one coming but I guess this was the final straw for him, so I kind of get it. Like, Style Queen was supposed to be his end all be all, and even she failed to seal the deal for him, and with Adrien being caught in the crossfire once again, it was just too much, and goddammit, am I relating to/sympathizing with Gabriel? Especially after what an asshole he was to Nooroo during the last episode, like, guys, I wanted to wring his neck, what is this feeling?

Okay, so after all that crap in part one, Audrey’s suddenly doing a complete 180 and being sweet and complimenting people? I mean, she’s still a shit mother so I still loathe her existence, but giving credit where credit is due is actually pretty fair of her considering everything we just witnessed. Everything’s coming up Marinette, and I want to be happy for her, I really, truly do. But we all know Chloe’s hurting and she’s gonna’ blow a gasket.

Imagine doing everything you possibly can to follow in your mother’s footsteps despite the way she treats you, imagine loving her so much that you nearly start to become her, and she doesn’t give a fuck and simply continues to refer to you with the wrong name (casserole, really?). Then imagine watching her praise your classmate who you despise, and offering to take her to New York with her when she wouldn’t even take you, her daughter. Add that to said classmate getting support from her own parents, one of your oldest and only friends and his dad, the biggest name in fashion who is known for being cold-hearted and ruthless. And the cherry on top is said mother not feeling a single speck of guilt, remorse or regret. I feel bad for Chloe you guys, her outburst makes sense, her anger is justified in my opinion.

Pulling out the miraculous though… I get it, rash decision taking her heightened emotions into account, but still not okay. Despite my feeling bad for her, I still don’t think her actions were okay, she’s so all over the place emotionally, she’s going about things the wrong way. She’s so desperate for her mother’s approval, she’s ready and willing to do anything, which actually makes her so dangerous taking her powers into consideration.

CHLOE WHAT THE FUCK?!

NONONONONONONO

SHE INDIRECTLY BROUGHT HAWKMOTH BACK TOO, DAMMIT, EVERYTHING WAS GOING SO WELL!!!

Of course Mari’s parents are the first to rise to the occasion and help save everyone, everything about Marinette makes so much sense now.

Moving on, the fight sequences in this episode were exceptional! I don’t know why, but they were so cool in this episode I just had to talk about them. Queen Wasp was like a one-woman arsenal, she was the most badass villain ever, which is saying a lot considering Anansi and Sandboy. The underwater fight sequence was good too, my only complaint about this episode is honestly just the lack of Pollen, like, she’s so precious, I wanted more than four words to come out of her mouth y’all.

I don’t know how the rest of you felt about the episode, but I don’t think that they forgave Chloe too easily. Obviously Adrien knows her, he knows she is and he understands why she did what she did. But that look on Mari’s when Audrey told Chloe that she wasn’t exceptional, and then later on when Tom said he was willing to do anything for his daughter, I think something may have clicked inside Mari like, ‘I have two parents who love me, so I’ll never understand how Chloe feels, but I guess I get why she is the way she is,’ and just like in Zombizou, this was Marinette extending the olive branch in a way. This Marinette is definitely different than the one from Antibug, and I like that Marinette is being patient with Chloe and letting her come terms with her actions on her own rather than being so quick to just berate her for her mistakes - THANK YOU CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT (for both my girls).

Now, as far as the confrontation with Audrey goes, I think a little part of Marinette used helping Chloe as an excuse to stick it to both Bourgeois women, and honestly, I see you Marinette and I must admit, you made me proud. Mari throwing shade aside, I feel like they could’ve ended it with a much more tender moment between Chloe and her mother rather than Audrey just being ecstatic at how her daughter is as horrible a person as she is, which I honestly think just regressed all the progress she made, like, come on Thomas, give me a break!

All in all, I did think that Queen’s Battle was a really great two-parter, part two was definitely a lot more action-packed and hit me right in the feels, but part one really brought that comedic element, so I guess they’re both pretty even in that sense.

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reneereadskingdomofash · 6 years

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1/8 I really wanted to ask you a question, anonymous because I don't have an account, and anons are off on your main blog so I'm asking on this one! There are no spoilers in this, I promise you. KoA is coming out very very soon, and that means I'll have to do a reread of Tower of Dawn, my favourite in the series. How should I read it? ToD is my favourite because I really love the new characters and worldbuilding. But the main reason is because of Chaol. This book meant a lot to me

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2/8 because of his healing arc. I didn't even love Chaol that much before this book, though I never really thought he was that annoying. I did think his actions toward Aelin and Nesryn were crazy. But the thing I loved most about the book was the message to stop hating yourself for your mistakes, to forgive yourself, and get up when you fall. It was the Valg darkness that had injured him, wasn't it? And it was feeding off of his pain and regret.3/8He had to face all of it to finally be completely healed when Yrene realised that the Valg weren't just an enemy to fight against, they were something to be healed from. I think his insecurities and regrets, and his feeling that he was a failure, were also just like a parasite. That message that this darkness that doesn't let us go forward, that tells us we're not good enough, is like a parasite, and can literally and figuratively paralyse us, and we have to let go of it, really helped me.4/8 I think we all have those feelings in us sometimes, and they are the real enemy, just as much as the Valg are in this series. Tower of Dawn showed me how to fight them. When I first read the book, I was in a bad place and felt like I had failed everyone, and this book let me heal. Now I'm rereading this series and I'm back in a less-than-healthy place, and this year hasn't been that easy. But I've been thinking a lot about the characters—more specifically, Chaol.5/8 He became my favourite character in this book, but I've read so many reasons why I shouldn't like him, and many ways in which he's problematic. I don't condone all of his actions, but I never really read him as annoying. I can see where they're coming from, though. One of the most well-known metas on Chaol is the one about how ToD wasn't his redemption arc and he didn't really change, and mostly stayed the same idiot. I never really read the book to see him redeemed.6/8 I just liked the message of his healing. Heir of Fire is a very close second to ToD as my favourite, because of both Aelin and Manon's change of view. (Side note: Aelin went through so much in the series and triumphed, so it seemed a really crazy idea to put her in an iron coffin, and give her that feeling that she's failed everyone again. But I think it shows that the path to complete self-acceptance in anyone's journey is never linear. But I digress! Enough about my love for healing arcs.)7/8 The point is, there are many, many valid reasons to dislike Chaol, and so many of the things he's done—not just to Aelin and Nesryn, but throughout the whole series—are pretty stupid. But can't I like the good parts and learn from the bad parts, without condoning them? Are the people who like Chaol better at excusing problematic things or something? The reasons to hate him are all such good reasons, and I acknowledge them. I feel like I should probably start reading him that way too.8/8 I'm sorry for all the rambling in your asks, but my question is: should I do my reread looking for all the reasons why I shouldn't like him, or is it okay to read it my way? I acknowledge the wrong things he's done, but does it make me a bad person to like him anyway? Does liking problematic characters make me a bad person? Is it all right if I didn't read his character as that annoying? I feel very conflicted about this, and that's why I'm asking you.

Hey NONNIE!

I am so sorry I only just saw this as I came back to tumblr today! My asks are back open on my main btw - or they are supposed to be. :) So I’m first going to say that we all take in books, movies, stories differently.

Sure over time some are deemed to be "less than great" while others triumph and are called the best books of a generation. (and I disagree with a few of those lol).

I like to listen to a lot of different point of views in the tumblr world. But I have learned that people will see what they want to see.

Read Tower of Dawn how YOU want to read it.

If Chaol is your fav that’s valid. Even if Maeve was your favourite - that’s Valid too. We can like characters without condoning what they do. We can like stories while knowing that they might contain controversial topics. I loved Tower of Dawn when I first read it. And I Loved it the second time as I read it simultaneously with Empire of Storms.

I'm sure I’m going to go off on a tangent so I apologise if I do.

But its important to read for your own enjoyment. Decide what you think. Decide what you like or don’t like. Its fine. Then if you decide you want more ideas and perspectives then look for them. But don't beat yourself up if you don’t completely agree.

And if your mind changes after a second read - that’s fine too. Opening ourselves to more experiences and stories is what makes us more accepting as a whole - I believe.

So I'm going to focus on your questions before I go on a meta Tangent.

Should I do my reread looking for all the reasons why I shouldn't like him, or is it okay to read it my way? - READ It however you want hun

I acknowledge the wrong things he's done, but does it make me a bad person to like him anyway? NO You are not a bad person Example. My grandfather cheated on my grandmother with another person. He was still my grandad. I still had a relationship with him. I use this story a bit. He did some dumb shit but it never made him a bad person. He did some worse shit to some other people which def could make him a bad person, but he was still my grandad and I loved him. He lived his life and made mistakes and spent a lot of his life trying to atone. WE ARE HUMAN. And I think it actually says a lot about SJM's storytelling abilities to make such complex characters. The older I get - the more I seem to forgive people for some things and condemn them for others. When I was 15 I told my uncle he was going to die if he kept smoking - I was blunt and brutal and didn’t care. Now I wouldn’t say that - but I also wouldn't let my kids be around him while he smokes and I would say that to him instead. He can do what he wants - i’m not there to police his choices. So I guess perspectives change, or how we go about enacting change changes. Anyway You are not a bad person. I am not a bad person.

Does liking problematic characters make me a bad person? um short answer - NOI really like Lorcan. A lot of people don’t and that’s fine. But he's my problematic character I'm stuck on hahaha

it all right if I didn't read his character as that annoying? Yes because we all make friends with different sorts of people.My best friend is not going to be your best friend. We cant all be the same. Different backgrounds and morals, beliefs etc are going to mesh together and we form friendships. So you can have your best friend and not need everyone else to love them too - the world doesn’t work like that. So loving a book character that other people don’t love is fine too.

I feel the conflictedness- (I just made that word up its now a word) but honestly. Do what you enjoy. Do what you want to do. Don’t let it get you down. Remember Dorian and Chaol are BFF's so he's gotta be the right best friend for someone and maybe you are just more like Dorian than other people are - ;) right! hahaha.

Sorry I’m not sure when u sent this ask, hopefully its not been answered too late. :)

#tod #ask #nonnie #answered #Anon #renee answers

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It’s been almost a year from the drama. What are your thoughts on all the principal actors? How have you been holding up?

I didnt realize until months later after the drama has ended that its extremely exhausting and energy draining to be part of it. People keep spamming the comment sections of my posts with the stuff I didnt even do to this very day (not much on youtube anymore, but on other sites where I post) and theres a whole antifa subreddit which creates fiction about me on a regular basis. But I am quite glad that all my detractors got whet they deserved from other factors.

Prison Mate Luke was the first elimination, as he burned himself with so much lies and BS that even his friends had to put him down (just stop especially). He became a decently sized channel in less than a year thanks to drama, and drama is what destroyed him in the end.

Creepshow Art was the second big self-destruct. She had built this SJW queen persona over the years, and then it turned out she was only playing a role. Deep down she is a maniac, crazy obsessed witch controlled by her sick husband. That woman she harassed for years put the last nail in the coffin of Shannon.

Hopeless PEaches was a low level detractor as she did only one video on me, but soon after her long and confusing drama has finished and she regained her lost subs, she decided to quit Youtube. Who knows for how long or if its for good, but either way she shouldnt play with fire if she cant handle the heat of online drama. She is the only person I feel that can learn from her mistakes in this list.

HarleyTBS was recently been exposed for contant manipulation and lying, as he used so much clickbait to get views he even fabricated the whole groomer story to get clout. He recently admited to it, but because hes a small channel nobody will really cover this. He also had some beef with Sen, and so he ended up apologizing to Sen for being a cunt. Harley is a dirty rat, and an ugly teenager, but maybe there is still hope for him when he learns what the real world is like outside his bubble He still thinks spanking a child is porn....

Just Stop. Nothing much to say, he gave up doing commentary on drama shortly after the Creepshow debacle, as he realized that he can get the same treatment as Shannon did one day for all the fucked up shit he got away with so far. He is a minor (almost 18) so nobody wants to touch him in fear that they would get called a bully. But I dont think he will remember these teenage years he wasted on shitty drama videos to be worth it when he grows up. He already posts regularly how he suffers from anxiety, depression etc. This is only a start of a typical cartoon/anime reviewer.

Daft Pina is the only one who is a stubborn enough pimple that wont be completely squeezed just yet. This year he did have a mixed bag of videos, some were successful on youtube in terms of views, but twitter saw most of them as sign that he is next in line to get the cancel treatment. Im still surprised the Discord Incel video got so much views and likes despite being completely wrong in every single way lol . AetherionArt can say his slurs as much as he wants, he black, gay and whatever else. But calling him an incel is pretty dumb, yet Dafts fans eat it all up. Not to mention Daft made that 1 year old drama trip to JohnBob, who for some reason had to be brought up together with his victims because Daft Pina wanted views. It was the most pointless video Ive seen. But now that he tried to dox someone for another dumb reason, Twitter is finally grabbing the pitchforks, so I think Daft wlll have a rough time moving forward as he has gained so much hate recently. I and my buddy are making a little something for Daft btw :P hope he likes it.

Puppychans Kiwifarms thread has been getting so big Im surrpised nobody is making videos on her, but I guess everyone is scared to call out a fake trans, black, non-binary, lesbian, fetish furry artist. I found it funny someone posted her tweets about how she was a victim of the evil alt right antoons lol And then a few weeks later she says how strong she was and that nothing can stop her, but then suicide baits her young fans the next day.

I myself am glad I dont have twitter anymore and I dont post on pretty much anything right now outside discord and here (only qna). I learned how much energy went to the drama and that while it was amusing af to troll these losers and play a part in the theatre with them I dont want to be in something like this again, at least for now. I was becoming more anxious and stressed, I thought some of the posts saying how someone wants to kill me were true. At first I was fine with the risk , but as I moved away from the drama the thoughts return as soon as I see some of the hater comments now and then.

Still, I want to complete that Drama part II video one day, to let everyone know the full story but I just feel weaker rn than I was, but thats from overwork, I havent had a day off for over a month. I work on weekends too.

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All About Eve 28.3/30

Robin: before we begin, has anyone seen this before? Any strong feelings about it?

Liz: no and no. but it has Marilyn Monroe and I love her

Robin: Until yesterday, the only thing I was aware of was the title; I'm very excited to discover it's a black and white film featuring such great actresses, I'm literally bouncing in excitement at some of these names

Nick Blake: Monroe!

Liz: 3

Robin: 2

Liz: 1

Robin: go!

Nick Blake: ACTIVATE

Liz: Bette Davis!

Robin: When i gave this a test watch yesterday, I got all excited thinking it was going to be a silent movie

Nick Blake: that was a very convincing Robot Wars impression btw

Liz: (no it wasn't)

Robin: before I realised actually my sound was off

Nick Blake: any movie's a silent movie if the sound's off

Robin: BETTE DAVIS YES I am screaming i delight

Nick Blake: My Dinner With Andre, for example

Robin: I know! We could do it silent, just for a laugh

Robin: follow the progression of cinema

Nick Blake: the writer sounds familiar, I may have seen his other stuff

Robin: HOW DARE THEY QUESTION THE PULITZER

Robin: Oh wow, the comedy in this is phenomenal already - "being an actor... it is not important you hear what he says."

Liz: "Award for Distinguished Achievement"

Liz: I like

Nick Blake: these are clearly some Men of Achievement

Robin: "Minor awards are such as for writer and director" YES, THE WRITING IN THIS FILM IS DEFINITELY GOOD

Nick Blake: this man is essential to the theatre. he must be stopped at once!

Robin: "I am critic and commentator. I am essential to the teatre." THE SHADE BEING THROWN ALL OVER

Liz: I would like to take a moment to appreciate Joseph L. Mankiewicz. I already love this film

Nick Blake: good ol' Mankie

Liz: Joe Mankie

Robin: Mankie my bro

Nick Blake: I appreciate Mankie's wits

Nick Blake: who'd a thunk it, an actor quoting Hamlet

Robin: Every second of this, of the narration and of every tiny gesture they do while on screen, is so phenomenal, they've put so much thought into it

Robin: This film already deserves Best Picture

Liz: I think this project may already be over. Best Picture Ever

Nick Blake: coming out of the gate strong like a horse made of celluloid

Nick Blake: it shall never be turned into glue

Robin: like a flammable horse made of celluloid

Liz: all horses are flammable

Nick Blake: all horses are flammable. That's their beauty and their tragedy

Robin: true true

Robin: wow, A+ hivemind you guys!!

Robin: And now, Citizen Kane herself...

Liz: this is why we're getting married

Nick Blake: there are other reasons, but those are secondary

Robin: <3 <3 <3

Robin: It's mainly for the horses

Robin: FREEZEFRAME

Robin: honestly, why did we develop cinema past this point?? It's already the best

Nick Blake: record scratch

Liz: "you're probably wondering how she got here"

Robin: man, I need to watch more black and white pictures

Nick Blake: there are some quality B/W pictures to come. for instance, The Apartment (1960) which is just A++++

Nick Blake: multiple narrators? by golly, this complicates the narrative

Robin: "Where was she? I found myself looking for a girl I'd never spoken to..." GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY

Liz: this is apparently Monroe's breakthrough role so I am PUMPED

Robin: "I've seen you so often, it took every bit of courage I could raise..." GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY

Robin: Is Monroe Margot Channing? I'm bad at recognising ppl in different roles

Nick Blake: it feels odd to me to see Monroe's breakthrough. She's so emblematic of celebrity that it seems bizarre that there was a point she wasn't famous

Liz: Miss Caswell, a minor character who has not appeared yet

Robin: Wow, so Eve has been famous for less than a year?

Robin: Harp box in the corner like a coffin

Nick Blake: "write me one about a nice, normal woman who just shoots her husband" yes, good

Liz: 10/10 would watch

Robin: I have good news for you about the musical 'Chicago'

Liz: shoots the lover, abandons the husband

Nick Blake: Chekhov's Nice Normal Woman. If she's in the play in act 1, she'd better shoot her husband in act 3

Robin: "They're never indoors long enough" Kids these days, playing outside

Nick Blake: Like and share if you remember kids confined to the salon to practice pianoforte like a good boy

Robin: "My good friend and companion" is this Actually Gay? I feel so many good vibes

Liz: all old films are gay, it is a Fact

Robin: I'm surprised to find it post-30s, I guess

Nick Blake: If I may quote Sunset Boulevard "It was gay, alright, but it was about to get REALLY FUCKIN GAY"

Nick Blake: I think I paraphrase, but still

Robin: San Francisco, yes, okay, confirmed

Robin: The way the babble overlapped just then, and then Eve being interrupted, and then dead silence... wow. That's incredible writing

Liz: I'm enjoying the classic breathy-yet-stilted exposition

Liz: lean forward at the end of every sentence to emphasise the banality

Robin: Mmm yeah, makes it old-timey even for the time. Turns this into a proper fairytale about the magic of the stage for baby Eve

Nick Blake: One night, Margo Channing came to play and then BAM gay thoughts

Liz: "there were theatres is San Francisco" WHAAAAAA?

Robin: I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to turn this into me repeating GAY over and over, but:

- offscreen husband

- she goes to SF to meet him

- husband fridged

- instead she found the woman of her dreams who brought light back into her life

Robin: BIRDIE IS A BUTCH LESBIAN, AS ALL VAUDEVILLIANS ARE

Nick Blake: I'm sorry if I upset you, it's just how dang butch I am

Robin: GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Liz: "what are you two, lovers?" probably

Nick Blake: "I love a psychotic" - superwholock blogger confirmed

Robin: "What are you two, lovers?" "Only in some ways." THIS MOVIE DELIVERS

Nick Blake: Only in the homosexual fashion

Nick Blake: There are probably other themes. theatre, possibly?

Liz: the theme is Eve, obviously

Liz: look at the title

Nick Blake: I thought it was All About Eaves, the Samwise Gamgee story

Robin: I really do like the Citizen Kane aspect, it looks like it really is going to be vignettes from different people about her maybe

Liz: you say Citizen Kane, I say that one scene from Mean Girls

Liz: "one time, Eve punched me in the face"

Nick Blake: Donald Duck, Ibsen and the Lone Ranger... we didn't start the fire

Robin: Loving this scene about theatre being flea circuses and cartoons too; NB, your 'non-gay theme' could be about 'what is theatre'

Robin: is it writers or is it the essential critic. broadway or television.

Robin: Her one earring is in the gay ear #confirmed

Liz: Bette Davis cannot throw, apparently

Robin: Wait, the straight ear. Oops. I take it back.

Liz: "throw that letter away" drops it but behind her head

Nick Blake: it's half about art, half about complete fascination with an individual; the impersonal and the deeply personal

Nick Blake: "Everybody can't be Gregory Peck" the attitude of a QUITTER

Robin: I like the Gregory Peck reference - I love that he's real in this fictional universe

Liz: Gregory Peck is the universal constant

Nick Blake: so Roman Holiday exists in this universe. It's a good universe.

Robin: Eve, averting her eyes from this outrageous display of heterosexuality

Robin: Wow, they're already moving in together

Nick Blake: "THE HONEYMOON WAS ON"

Robin: Hello, and welcome to our new blog 'Every Film Is Gay'

Nick Blake: If it weren't for the Hays Code, who knows how this film could have been? It's really inviting this reading in a way I wasn't expecting.

Liz: BURN THE HAYS CODE

Robin: You are going to be so happy when we reach Wings in ten years

Nick Blake: black and white is the warmest colour

Liz: quality brisk undressing there

Liz: oh no...THE UNIONS

Nick Blake: gosh darn them unions

Robin: Wardrobe mistress...

Robin: unions...

Nick Blake: a beat poem by robin

Robin: aaaw, Eve...

Nick Blake: oh no, calling a man

Robin: Do either of you know when this film is set? I suppose contemporary, if Roman Holiday exists

Nick Blake: nyet

Liz: I think the start is contemporary (read 1950)

Liz: oh ok it's based on a 1946 short story so I guess mid 40s

Nick Blake: Eve I feel may not be a good person

Robin: Mmm, if the honeymoon period is coming to a close...

Robin: I wonder how much of this is also about age - the ageing star versus the young, perfect Eve

Liz: maybe this is why Margo looked grumpy at the beginning

Robin: "a lifetime is a season; and a season, a lifetime"

Robin: much in the same way Margot is so rude to Birdie

Nick Blake: imitation is the sincerest form of I HAVE ABSORBED YOUR PHYSICAL FORM

Robin: YES loving that creepiness

Liz: she's literally wearing her old clothes...

Robin: "I'm sure that's very flattering, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it."

Robin: BETTE DAVIS IN A SUIT THOUGH. The only thing I wanted from this film, fulfilled.

Robin: "It seems I can't think of a thing you haven't thought of." OOOOH, THE STUDENT BECOMES THE MASTER.

Liz: Eve is Anne Baxter

Liz: Bette Davis is Margo

Robin: Oops

Nick Blake: same thing

Liz: but Anne Baxter in a suit is also very good

Nick Blake: quality content

Robin: The only way this film could become better is getting these women in some trousers

Liz: ROBIN SUCH INPROPRIETY

Robin: I WANNA SEE SOME LEGS!!!

Robin: Is... is that 'french ventriloquist' joke about cunnilingus? I feel like it could be a very oblique cunnilingus joke

Liz: I googled French ventriloquist and all I found was that Britain's Got Talent dog

Robin: "I'll tell you about looking into the heart of an artichoke some snowy night in front of the fire" is what you say to someone you're about to murder

Robin: no but like... linguistics, and being good with tongues, I mean? And it was also a sex joke definitely

Liz: makes sense

Nick Blake: what is she doing with this man who is quite clearly not a lesbian

Robin: I love how Margo is really being presented as reasonable for picking up on all these things, but it still looks from the outside that she's being a ridiculous diva

Robin: and that Eve is innocent but still predatory, like a cuckoo chick

Nick Blake: that's the perfect analogy

Robin: "What about her fangs?" "She hasn't cut them yet and you know it!" Except she's currently cutting them now, on Margo!

Liz: what's Margo got against milkshakes that bitch

Nick Blake: delicious symbols of innocence

Liz: I'm 22 I want a milkshake

Robin: They're bringing boys to her yard

Nick Blake: tasty tasty childhood symbolism

Liz: but she wants girls, oh no!

Robin: Hmm, more symbolism:

Robin: - Eve taking people's clothes at the start, subservient

- Eve literally wearing Margo's clothes, donning her skin

- And now, taking ppl's coats looks like theft

Liz: It's really ridiculously well done

Liz: MARILYN

Nick Blake: "ok but this time I'm onto something" is the vibe i'm getting off Margo, which is great. It's so frustrating and fascinating

Robin: "What has, or is about to happen?" I'M GONNA MARRY THIS SCREENWRITER

Nick Blake: the first time anyone has ever said that

Robin: Wow, they got a genuine frenchman

Robin: I think I'm correct in saying "in passing" is a sex joke

Liz: has to be

Robin: "You won't bore him, you won't even get a chance to talk!" LOVE YOU, MARILYN

Robin: Margo, holding a cocktail and a cigarette and someone else's lollipop is the symbol of this film

Robin: "Play it again." HEY THERE!

Liz: do you know the story about Marilyn Monroe and pissing?

Robin: No, please tell it

Nick Blake: "I AM DYING HERE ARE MY BURIAL REQUESTS" - Margo with the sad twitter aesthettic

Liz: ok so when she was dating Arthur Miller she went with him to meet his mother, needed the toilet, and turned on the taps to cover the sound

Liz: the mother later said she was a "wonderful girl, but she pisses like a horse"

Robin: YES, I LOVE THAT STORY

Robin: There's something wonderfully meta about a film with an aspiring actress featuring Marilyn Monroe as an aspiring actress

Liz: I'm always suspicious of films about actors etc. but this is top quality

Robin: Old Hollywood was remarkably self aware

Nick Blake: I think films about actors/films/theatre should be rationed. So maybe 2 per director. You need a special permit for fourth wall breaking.

Nick Blake: Mankie's cool, he's got it right. But we need a system.

Robin: I endorse that statement

Liz: I always wondered, what order are the other walls in?

Liz: I'd probably put the back as the first wall but then which?

Robin: left, back, right, fourth?

Nick Blake: they all vie for position. It's a tough gig.

Robin: No, right, back, left, fourth. The door is on the right in all sitcoms.

Liz: that's true actually, I never noticed

Liz: ok that order wins

Robin: 1950 AND BETTE DAVIS IS CALLING OUT HOW ALL FEMALE PROTAGS ARE WAY TOO YOUNG

Robin: BETTE DAVIS, THE HERO WE NEED TODAY

Liz: YES

Liz: "I'll wear rompers and come in rolling a hoop" sass central

Nick Blake: that's my business wear

Robin: Eve is almost vampiric, isn't she? Her youth feels eternal since she too young to worry about age yet, and she is stealing Margo's lifeblood...

Nick Blake: she bite

Nick Blake: oh no

Liz: yeah it's quite interesting how much of the events are incidental to the story they're telling mostly visually

Liz: I think Marilyn might be being set up as a rival too

Robin: Sable//Gable, actors as objects

Nick Blake: "I've listened backstage to people applaud"... I think this is the key line of it

Robin: I really like this scene of two men pontificating on the stairs, and the women not merely absorbing it, but weaponising it?

Robin: Writer and critic talking about how to get ahead, while Marilyn and Eve sharpen their pickaxes and take notes

Robin: OOOOF I LOVE THIS

Nick Blake: it's marvellous just how angry Margo gets

Robin: Margo who came up in vaudeville sounding off against her friend who went to Radcliffe

Robin: Margo, so far the only one Eve has been feeding off, not understanding how no one else can see what's lurkin in the shadows

Robin: I love her

Nick Blake: she's haunted

Robin: Yes!!!

Liz: It's almost Gothic isn't it

Robin: Hitchcockian

Nick Blake: yep, Eve is her gothic double!

Robin: Yes! Eve is the Dorian Grey to her portrait

Liz: tragic heroine. mysterious draining force. double. everyone else ignoring what's happening

Liz: this is a gothic film and I'll fight anyone who denies it

Robin: And I do think she's completely innocent, Eve is, it's just that her youth and her eagerness is by definition a danger

Liz: idk I think the phonecall thing was intentional

Liz: she's trying to find a quick way to the top using Margo as a stepping stone

Nick Blake: This is a tragedy; either the brilliant Margo is exploited by a cunning trickster, or Eve is just inherently vampiric. The tragedy is either Margo's or Eve's

Robin: Love also how all those paintings (of Margo, I think?) are Ye Olde, really puts her as a symbol of the past

Robin: 'Eve is new and unpregnant'; 'I must start wearing a watch, I never have, you know!' Every line gets more and more sinister as the film goes on

Robin: "In TIME she'll be what you are" oof!

Robin: "He listened to his play as if it had been written by someone else..." Eve is stealing the play too! This is incredible!

Liz: oooh she's fighting back!

Liz: I think this confirms my gothic theory. she's fighting back against the enemy and being essentially called paranoid

Robin: Yes yes yes

Robin: Also wonderfully calling out "Hey, don't you think it's odd the way women's ages are represented in fiction?" and being told she doesn't understand and is missing the point

Liz: especially with the repeated referring to Margo as a tool or an instrument

Robin: Bette Davis putting out her cigarette defiantly on the stage is my sexuality

Nick Blake: it's very interesting how the writers and critics are men. They're interpreting and critiquing the actions of the women, putting them into context or twisting them.

Liz: oh god it's about sexism and ageism, not just gay

Robin: yesssss

Nick Blake: "a body with a voice"

Robin: It's terrifying - he's holding her down like a bad psychiatric doctor; and it's a position/framing that could be sexual, except we've never seen them interact sexually on screen, it's only been referenced

Robin: what a film

Robin: The thing is, what the man is saying is true? She is great and talented and at the peak of her career etc

Nick Blake: "I told you how to view things, will you comply woman?"

Robin: but she lives in her real world and is talking about the real truth that she is Too Old

Liz: "I don't like your explanation. Tell me what's happening"

Robin: THE SHOT OF HER CRYING ON A BED, AND ZOOMING OUT TO SHOW IT'S A BED ON A STAGE

Robin: Ooof, the man talking about how Margo knew Eve was her understudy when she came in and acted all shocked, therefore her shock must have been an act - it was an act! she was fighting! how could he not see, not interpret her technique correctly!

Robin: Men.

Nick Blake: Eve doesn't have to do anything, she's just way easier to work with now than Margo who is so angry

Robin: yup

Robin: "What time is it?" "When you asked a minute ago, it was..." Time is so good in this

Nick Blake: mortalityyyyyy

Liz: almost crashing and stranded in the snow? DEATH

Liz: HOW MUCH TIME HAVE WE GOT

Liz: "I detest cheap sentiment" No Margo it's because it's the song from the party isn't it

Robin: Did cigarettes kill you in 1950 or were they still recommended by the Surgeon General? Did they age you, at least?

Robin: Bc I think Margo is the only one we've seen smoking...

Robin: Oooof yeah, I didn't catch that about the song!

Robin: "I want him to love me, not Margo Channing." THIS IS THE BEST FILM EVER

Liz: Apparently the official warning was 1964

Liz: but there were lots of reports before that from the 20s

Robin: Interesting

Liz: so I guess in the 40s it'd be a "maybe you shouldn't. maybe?"

Robin: "Gender is performative" - Bette Davis, 1950

Robin: I love Margo recognising that Eve isn't the problem, it's what Eve symbolises, but that a symbol can be dangerous in and of itself

Liz: oh god there's so much sabotage going on though

Robin: YES

Liz: and this was definitely all the friend's doing

Liz: but was she sabotaging Margo on purpose or just giving Eve a little chance?

Robin: Mmm, that and at the very start - Margo didn't want to meet a fan, but the friend wanted Eve to have a chance

Robin: UMM, I CAN'T TELL THE MEN APART, BUT ISN'T THIS THE ONE WHO IS IN LOVE WITH MARGO

Liz: YES

Robin: EVE NO

Liz: AND EVE KNOWS IT

Robin: EVE MY FEELINGS ABOUT YOU ARE CHANGING

Liz: BILL YOU ARE THE ONLY GUY NOT TO CHEAT WITH THE YOUNGER MODEL IN A FILM AND I SALUTE YOU

Robin: Yeah, but I'm not a huge fan of his reasoning being "I don't like a forward woman"

Robin: it should have been more along the lines of "MARGO AND I ARE TOGETHER"

Liz: well no, but nobody's perfect, and especially not 40s/50s men

Robin: hdu, Casablanca had already come out at this point

Nick Blake: I like Dewitt's turns of phrase

Liz: Rick is an outlier and should not be counted

Robin: Dewitt wants her to leave her bathroom door open a bit, and as a human being I am deeply uncomfortable

Liz: at least she's not actually...going

Robin: "An oasis of civilisation in the desert..." uuuhhhhh

Nick Blake: Eddie Lastname

Robin: OH he's catching her on her lies and that won't be a real theatre/husband

Robin: I thought he was just really bad at knowing things about San Francisco

Liz: implies she shed his name too, which would also be interesting

Robin: oooh yes!!

Liz: since he died in the war...

Nick Blake: he died of LIES

Robin: That adds to the performativity of her being a woman - not an innocent wife and widow, but someone self-driven and playing that up to be alluring even though she already cast him aside

Liz: THIS FILM IS SO GOOD I LOVE YOU JOE MANKY WHEREVER YOU ARE

Robin: //opinions on the film do not reflect my real feelings about human women who change their names

Robin: YES JOE MANKEY THANK YOU

Liz: I like that you spell it like the Pokémon not the adjective

Robin: Pokémon are the only screenwriters I trust

Liz: we are buffering

Robin: I paused at "what are the differences between theatre and civilisation"

Robin: which is wowza

Liz: we're at reading the newspaper "vigour of which they retain but a dim memory"

Robin: Okay, tell me when you get to civilisation!

Nick Blake: eggs

Liz: I'm thinking it might be good it when we do our ratings it's kind of a box quote thing?

Liz: words words words x out of 10

Nick Blake: nice

Robin: Yeah, that sounds good!

Liz: go

Nick Blake: civilisation!

Liz: I love when people smack newspapers in things

Nick Blake: what did the newspaper do

Liz: supported eve

Nick Blake: o no

Robin: Bill called it filth! Bill gets points back!

Liz: oh god

Liz: Eve

Nick Blake: top quality Bill

Liz: the original betrayer

Liz: YOU GUYYYYYS

Robin: EVE THE ORIGINAL BETRAYER!!!!!!!!

Robin: I was thinking all this time "Eve the original woman" but BETRAYER

Nick Blake: woooooah

Robin: Who's the serpent? Fame/theatre, or the friend, or...

Liz: I think the friend

Robin: "Eve would never ask to be in a play like that!" She would never ask...

Liz: Eve seems genuinely quiet and shy at the start, even if her backstory is a lie

Liz: although maybe Eve is the serpent

Liz: tricking the friend in betraying Margo

Robin: Yeah, I'm feeling that way too

Robin: The friend is so interesting - I'm thinking of Lyra in HDM, how she was a betrayer without meaning to be

Liz: Yes so much that

Robin: innocently leading her friend to his death

Robin: It's incredible how the movie is changing my opinions of Eve so effectively, I was completely on her side at the start and now I'm reevaluating my entire life

Robin: "In a cathedral or a ball park or a penny arcade..." He's talking about love the same way he talked about theatre at the start

Robin: I do like Bill

Nick Blake: same thing #makeuthink

Robin: Oooooooooo

Robin: MARGO GONNA GLASS EVE IN THE FACE WITH A CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE IN THE BATHROOM

Robin: I'M LIVING

Liz: god that'd be so good

Liz: the classiest thug

Robin: Karen marching straight past Dewitt without looking. Blood in the air.

Liz: did she just fucking bite a bone or is black and white making veg look like bone?

Robin: I CAN'T BELIEVE BETTE DAVIS JUST BIT A MAN'S DICK OFF

Robin: I think it was celery

Nick Blake: wowsers

Robin: This movie is such #lifegoals

Liz: I think the key is to be Margo but deck Eve early on

Robin: "Don't treat me as if I was the queen mother" - she's repeating what she criticised Margo for saying. Battle lines being drawn.

Robin: Eve's face and makeup is so intent and villainous here - a real change from her in a wet raincoat at the start

Robin: Local Girl Gets Makeover And Turns Evil

Liz: it's a tale as old as time

Liz: song as old as rhyme

Liz: don't trust fucking Eve

Nick Blake: biting off a dick

Robin: And now Eve is drawing the friend back into her fold!

Robin: This is the best chess game I've ever seen

Liz: This isn't chess this is Kal-toh

Nick Blake: reminds me of the TV Hannibal - doesn't have to say what you should do, just quietly manipulates people into saying the thing and doing the thing. no culpability

Robin: "It might have been Margo's fifteen years ago, but it's my part now!" Looking up from below, black dress//white dress, holding her hand, winged eyeliner - it looks absolutely like a deal being made with the devil

Robin: AND NOW THE BLACKMAIL BEGINS

Robin: HOLY SHIT

Liz: mmmm humble pie

Robin: :D

Robin: Shut Up About Eve, the movie

Robin: I love all the references to the title

Robin: They're all master-level

Nick Blake: it was arrested development

Robin: Eve//Evil

Liz: I think I need to see more Mankiewicz

Robin: "It means I've got a life to live, I don't have to play parts I'm too old for." I want to watch this film a thousand times, just to see more of Margo

Nick Blake: I can guess what rating you're going to give it

Robin: You're not allowed to guess, I'm an international man of mystery

Liz: gay out of sassy

Nick Blake: save it for the Austin Powers episode

Robin: Seperate beds - a comment on the relationship, or sustaining the Hays Code?

Robin: EVE IS STEALING YET ANOTHER MAN

Liz: I'd guess relationship

Robin: BREAKING FRIENDSHIPS

Liz: Hays code separate beds tend to be next to each other

Robin: LURKING IN THE SHADOWS

Robin: that's true, that's true!!

Liz: oh that's some quality green screen

Nick Blake: Yes We Are Really Walking Down a Street

Liz: No That's Not My Perfectly Flat Shadow

Nick Blake: that's my butt

Robin: Very good cut though, of them awkwardly "walking into a building" and then having them walking out of an elevator - carries the movement but doesn't make it seem completely false because there has been spacial disconnect

Liz: yeah that was just bad

Nick Blake: I feel like the film started happy and gay, and it's ending sad and straight

Robin: DEWITT IS COMING FOR LOUISA MAY ALCOTT AND HE IS MY ENEMY

Liz: WHO IS LOUISA MAY ALCOTT

Robin: Wrote Little Women and also some sickass trashy scifi about throwing people into volcanos and pirates and stuff

Liz: ah ok cool

Robin: Mainly known for Little Women

Nick Blake: I can imagine being thrown into a volcano, but being thrown into a pirate is altogether beyond me

Liz: like a javelin

Liz: or a dart

Robin: Something wonderful about Eve's convo with Dewitt here - he uses his words as a weapon, and she's doing the same. Like two devils meeting.

Robin: "Killer to killer." "Champion to champion."

Nick Blake: "yes I am a critic therefore i'm going to hell"

Liz: I think killer is appropriate. They can both kill people's careers in different ways

Robin: Yes!!

Nick Blake: "you will belong to me" fucking hell

Robin: "you will belong to me" is a mix of sexism/wedding, and also of the sataic contracts that keep popping up

Robin: UUUH

Robin: DEWITT

Robin: GO FUCK YOURSELF

Liz: good post-slap face though

Nick Blake: All About Gertrude

Liz: Not a great name...

Liz: "Dead Heroes and The Women Who Loved Them"

Nick Blake: "Dead Heroes and the Women Who Loved Them", a paperback by Addison Dewitt

Robin: I read that as "dead horses"

Liz: also that

Nick Blake: Society says neigh, but their hearts say yes

Robin: "desire to love and to be loved" - interesting words from a critic, whose job is cruelty

Liz: I thought it was inability to love and be loved?

Nick Blake: if the critic can possess Eve he can possess theatre

Robin: oh, I must have misheard! That's much better!

Liz: also appropriate mind, but in a smaller way

Liz: oh it's now again

Nick Blake: aaaand we're up to the opening

Nick Blake: I feel like someone's going to die

Liz: there are guns behind her. symbolic?

Robin: The fact her whole story was fake makes it very different, the feeling when she told it how it was like a monologue from a film ten years before

Robin: GOOD EYE FOR CHECKOV'S GUN!!

Liz: I was thinking more like she'll get old eventually and be displaced by the next Eve

Robin: Yessssss

Nick Blake: it feels like her shoutouts are veiled threats

Liz: oh without a doubt

Robin: Fascinating how all the women are uncomfortable with being Eve's friend - and Bill, I suppose, who is an honourary woman by way of being a respectful and caring spouse - and all the men are seduced

Liz: I wouldn't say she seduced Addison

Robin: Mmm yeah, she lost the war on that one

Robin: She tried, but he won

Robin: I'LL BE BACK TO CLAIM IT

Liz: terminator voice

Nick Blake: "If you want me back" - the self-effacing manipulator strikes again

Robin: Interesting too that this is a film about theatre - Eve is leaving Broadway for Hollywood, Marilyn is leaving theatre for TV (which is like film but less classy)

Liz: SICK BURN MARGO

Robin: new overtaking the old

Robin: Eve talking about how the party is for the award and not for her - like Margo was saying in the car

Liz: she won, but she's still ultimately a prop

Nick Blake: thought - was Margo once an Eve?

Robin: I think so? She came up via vaudeville, but it sounds like she did the second act while Birdie - aged, over the hill - did the first act

Nick Blake: she was so angry and upset because she saw the moves that she once tried, and that means it's over

Nick Blake: the cycle continues

Robin: HERE WE GO HERE WE GO HERE WE GO

Liz: HERE WE FUCKING GO

Robin: YEAH!!!!!!!!

Robin: Extremely stalkerish behaviour, but please, it's a compliment!

Liz: It's ok because I made a club about you

Robin: "Of course, they're just movie stars..." but Eve is going to hollywood and will elevate it

Robin: Remember how Eve put Margo's affairs in order? And now here, New Kid is cleaning Eve's carpet even though Eve is so tired and the maid will get it in the morning

Liz: yeah that was quick

Robin: SYMBOLISM OF NEW KID BEING HANDED THE AWARD, HOLY SHIT

Liz: FAKE NAME, ADDISON GETTING INVOLVED

Robin: Eve looks like she's aged ten years since she picked that award up

Liz: trying on the cape like she tried the dress!!!

Robin: Yes!!!!

Robin: amazing mirror placement

Liz: she looks like the evil queen

Nick Blake: it's like a coronation or wedding

Robin: Who is Phoebe? The moon? The moon is also virginity and innocence, much like Eve in the garden

Liz: oh god oh god oh god

Liz: HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHITBALLS BOX QUOTES GO

Nick Blake: A very well crafted film about theatre, obsession, fame, men and women and many other things. Its only drawback is being a tad on the long side.

Nick Blake: 9/10

Liz: A lesson in visual storytelling. 9.3/10

Robin: Absolutely incredible film; I had high hopes and it surpassed them by miles. I want to watch it a million times to soak in every detail. The acting, the WRITING, the cinematography, it was all absolutely phenomenal. I want to write a book about this movie. I feel very bad starting out so high in this grand experiment, but I can't give it anything less than a 10 -- it had so many incredible things that I love and adore and had wonderful, complex heroines and villains, all about excellent women and wonderfully presented. No faults. 10/10

Liz: That's a big box

Robin: shit I don't actually know what a boxquote is. should it be shorter.

Liz: All About Eve: 28.3 out of 30

Robin: Surpassed my highest hopes with its wonderful writing and acting. Incredible and complex female characters. 10/10

Liz: That was so fun!

Robin: Yeah!! I really enjoyed it!!

Robin: One question, to include or not: Do you think this film could be remade/rereleased today? With the same script and everything? It's put together so wonderfully, every line has a purpose

Liz: I honestly don't like remakes as a rule and the stuff I'd change is very minor

Liz: (Also next month is All Quiet on the Western Front, so that'll be fun)

Nick Blake: I fear what would happen to the motivations of characters. Eve would be a rote psychotic character rather than a clever manipulator

Liz: that's true

Liz: a lot of what they do is interesting in part because it was the 40s

Nick Blake: based on a true story

Nick Blake: originated in an anecdote told to Mary Orr by Elisabeth Bergner

Robin: I think my favourite moment in this film, in retrospect, was Eve's life story at the start - bc it felt like a 40s emotional monologue, which must have been a little dated even by 1950, so it would have felt very much like a performance to viewers

Nick Blake: became a short story by Orr which Mankie then went "yeah i'll make this"

Robin: and idk if that would translate to now. It's a perfect film of the time

Robin: ooooooh, interesting!!!!

Nick Blake: there's specifics about the war dead which makes it hard to alter - the fake WW2 dead husband

Liz: idk there's always wars

Robin: Her husband could still have fake died in WWII, it'd just make her Definitely A Vampire

Nick Blake: but the bodycounts are different, each one's on the news

Liz: could update it a bit and say Vietnam

Robin: No one remembers each name though - you'd have to check, like Dewitt did

Liz: or, killed in a terrorist attack

Liz: go full on and say 9/11

Nick Blake: "I was working in a brewery when my husband 9/11ed"

Robin: GOSH

Robin: You know that's an actual thing?

Robin: One of the heads of, I don't remember whether it was 9/11 survivors or if it was widows, but had no connection with 9/11 at all, built a whole false identity around it

Robin: And it would gain instant sympathy

Liz: oh god I saw that

Nick Blake: how you remake it - lean into the contemporary elements. Young woman with tragic backstory goes viral, receives help from an Ellen-type figure. Whole thing was fake and she's trying to usurp her.

Robin: Yeah; it wouldn't be theatre, but something else

#all about eve #all the best pictures

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