#something something unique spin on found family. idk
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in a lot of shows the found family splitting up is an unsatisfying ending to their characters, but the writers make them go their seperate ways regardless.
in dhmis the found family would really like to go their seperate ways, but the "creator" keeps forcing them to stay together in the end.
#don't hug me i'm scared#dhmis#something something unique spin on found family. idk#transport is really telling to me because red guy doesn't say they'll never see eachother again. he says they'll be *neighbors*#he doesn't want to abandon them he wants Space#they are a family. not the kind that needs to live together though#idk. listen to me ramble.#fey rambles
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Hi there! I have a question. What do u think abt Keishuk and his relationship with Suwon? Why do some ppl dislike him sm even though he just did his duty and kept loyal to Yuhon who saved and raised him? There are many chars who have the same thought and vibe as him in other stories, but they're respected.
Hi Anon! Thank you for the ask.
Keishuk and Suwon's relationship is one of my favorite in akayona and I could talk about them for hours. What is engaging to me about them is how strange and unique their whole relationship is. Like you know, in other stories I feel like they could easily be more emotionally open with each other and in general closer, but Suwon and Keishuk are just...not. They were both raised by and admired Yuhon and I feel like in another world, in other circumstances they could have been more like brothers, but they're stuck to being doomed coworkers instead. Like I really wish for some development in their relationship eventually (with Suwon and Judo too...) but at the same time, the reason they keep working together is because they trust each other to not be swayed by their feelings and only do what is the best for Kouka, even if it means using themselves as pawns, so. Yeah.
They do feel some kind of way about each other though, a secret thing... and that's what is so endearing to me. One of Suwon's main trait is that he likes everyone, but when it comes to Keishuk (see: the fanbook) he's like "eerrmm...I don't really..." and it's sad but it's so special and unique coming from Suwon it's actually very lovely to me. Keishuk annoys Suwon at times, and he's always on his back and Suwon is not particularly interested in him because Keishuk only and strickly live for his job and is the way he is, yet they sticked together for 10 years and planned the coup together and are still working together. Just like you can say that Hak knows Suwon like no one else, I think it's true of Keishuk as well. Keishuk knows and understands a Suwon not even Hak can grasp and accept. And it's that bond that I love.
Keishuk's feelings for Suwon are also interesting to think about because he is definitely fond of him in some way, but Keishuk's priority is Kouka's prosperity so whenever something happens to Suwon, there is an ambiguity in whether Keishuk reacts strongly because it's Suwon, or because it puts Kouka at a disavantadge(and Suwon obviously assumes it's just the latter). I think the ambiguity is fine as it is and it doesn't need a clear cut answer, as I'm not even sure it is clear cut for Keishuk anyway. But I wonder where things will lead them in the future... Keishuk is said to be emotionless and cold with everyone "but he often scolds Suwon" and to be "strongly attached to Suwon" (both elements are from the fanbook too) so it is undeniable that he's important to him, whether he acts on it or not. They won't comfort each other, sure, but they're partners in crime and I love that for them.
I think it's true for Suwon and all the generals and not just him and Keishuk but they definitely mirrors the ddhhb found family. Likeee they could be more, but they're not, because with Suwon, Keishuk and the generals it's all about keeping a distance and staying professional. It shows that there is some bond formed in that too, despite the pressure, expectations, betrayals and divides and idk actually it's not deep I just love them your honor they're everything to me and I would read a spin off dedicated to them!!!
Well all that was only for the first part of your ask (how do you expect me to stay brief about them...I can't, I just can't...) so now for the second part.
As you can see I don't share the vision of the people who dislike him lol. Even though, yeah, it's true that fandoms of other stories can sympathize more with characters like them and it's interesting to try to understand why, in the end it won't change the way it is and I prefer to just engage with them the way I love than to lose any more hair on it. I'd say though, I think I can understand at least for Keishuk, because, well, he's not made to be sympathetic you know? He is, to me, and to you too Anon, and there are elements in the story that give him depth and make him sympathetic in some ways, but most of the time Keishuk is here to annoy people with topics people don't like and that's his role and he carries it willingly. Keishuk carries the bad role for everyone, even for Suwon (that's why it's not this rare to see fans of Suwon who hates Keishuk. It's strange to me but whatever.), he's the man in the shadows taking all the controversial decisions etc etc...That's what I love about him too. But I guess when you're strongly attached to Yona or Hak, the way he tried to kill them and hurt the dragons, now uses them and in general was often rude and cold to them is unlikable. I love when the ddhhb is defied like that personally so I can't relate, but yeah. The story sometimes framing him as stupid and in the wrong for some of his behaviors with them (especially in the castle arc) can explain it too. Like I think the story itself very much encouraged siding more with Yona than him so it's not that surprising that readers follow it. And since Yuhon was also made to show how wrong and monstruous his actions were, it doesn't help Keishuk's case. We're the crazy ones Anon ahah, but I don't think we're wrong either.
If you ask me I think the fandom has in general a big problem with any character that defies Yona (or the ddhhb in general), hurts or just doesn't particularly like her. Like yeah people seem especially harsh, and defensive of the ddhhb. Maybe because the story is so focused on Yona (I don't say this as a judgement) ? Who knows. But that's why it's interesting to watch people's reactions to Zeno right now ahah. I enjoy it quite a lot (even if part of me is kinda bitter that so many people are understanding without extending that to Suwon who, you know. is so similar but whatever!!!!).
(how to not love them...my fist is shaking)
#ask#soowon#suwon#keishuk#kyesook#akayona#akatsukinoyona#yotd#me: i will be brief#i have like. 10 thousands more things to say about them tbh#their professionalism makes them so sick too like that's not the healthiest#bc suwon deserves comfort and indulgence and not just cold expectations#but in the end keishuk is maybe just not the person for that#and suwon doesn't expect that from him anyway#BUT LIKE. IF SOMEDAY THEY WANT TO. YK...GO BEYOND. I WOULDNT OBJECT#<- desperate#<-crying#throwing up etc etc#chapter 249 was smth to me. it was a lot. i can't believe it was real#the way keishuk was unphased and collected after losing a leg but lost his cool for suwon ooooh let's just all kill ourselves!!!#and the parallels with yuhon's death. man#but then in ch251 he's again like “how is his majesty? hm so we can't advance anymore” like directly back to business i can't with him..;#i just really wonder if the shadows thing will lead to smth with them (and judo). wait and see#it has the potential to trigger smth new with them it so has but im so scared to expect anything.#also smth very emotional to me is that keishuk had to accept and work with the part of suwon he initially didn't know/discarded#that was represented by hak and yona#that's why i think keishuk feels unfit to be anything than what he is to suwon rn and would rather hand the role to someone else#like he handed the role of protecting and supporting suwon(in the ways he can't) to the ddhhb#he's just watching over him :')#I scream and cry about Keishuk squeezing Suwon's hand bc he went in the backstreet behind his back again 5 times per day.
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So which comic/game/animated show has your favorite portray of Shadow (and also Amy)?
Don’t worry, there’s a tl;dr at the bottom.
Shadow: This is basic, but probably Sonic Adventure 2. Great character arc, great interactions with other characters, and my favorite Shadow character model of all time. Nothing compares to the flashy, structured look of Shadow’s quills in that one, and the animation of his skating is so much more effective in SA2 compared to more recent iterations. It’s no wonder he looked so cool in that game. He actually leaned into the strides like a confident speed skater. Some games and shows just have him push his feet forward, like he’s kicking his way through snow. It’s rarely slick like it used to be. He also has his best voice actor in that game (IMO). Sinister when he needed to be, calm and sincere when the time called for it, and he had just a hint of an accent that I’ve always liked for Shadow. I’ve never fully forgiven them for taking David Humphrey away from us after only...what, two or three games? Unforgivable.
Close second for Shadow is Sonic Heroes. I think that’s a less common choice, but it showcases some of Shadow’s best traits, sets him up with his Found Family, and proves he’ll do the right thing for the planet even when he doesn’t remember Maria at all. He’s good because he’s him, and even with the uncertainty of his memory loss, he seemed happier there than he does almost anywhere else. I like to think this is how Shadow would be if the ARK massacre had never happened: serious, heroic, but mostly carefree. I don’t agree that Shadow should have stayed dead after SA2, but if he’d never regained his memories at all and just moved forward with his life from there...idk. He was on the right track before he remembered G.U.N. ruined his life. At the very least, I think there’s a good chance he’d be legitimately happier. It’s worth thinking about. Oh, and David Humphrey voices him in this one, too. A+.
Honorable mention: his absolutely absurd appearances in the bizarre Sonic Dash and Spin comic. He’s portrayed as a delinquent...
...but he’s so deeply, wonderfully weird about it:
And he’s just. So...CUTE.
How did this happen?! I love it! XD
This isn’t even factoring in the CANON crush Amy has on him, though that certainly doesn’t hurt:
Dash and Spin is definitely the kind of comic you’ll connect with more if you know a bit about Japanese culture. I’m not surprised it wasn’t pushed in the US.
As for Amy, I think my favorite was Adventure Era Amy. She had the perfect blend of bravery and compassion. IDW Amy is great because she’s cool and can defend herself, but her bravery meant so much more when she couldn’t do that. She was the weakest on the battlefield with barely any strength to her name, but she always stepped up anyway. It also fed well into moments like the climax of SA2 because an ordinary girl who was counted out even by her own friends could still make a difference. I’ll never begrudge IDW or the pre-Frontiers comics for giving her the strength she’s rightfully earned by now, dammit, but I’m divided on this.
I also love Heroes Amy. She wasn’t OP like she is now, but she had a few new tricks up her sleeve, and they were hers alone. Propeller Hammer? Tornado Hammer? Her unique style of leadership through positivity that led even a fisherman, a child, and a Chao to victory? Damn impressive while still being believable for her skill and experience level at the time. She was making progress her way, not just through brute force. I usually prefer Lisa Ortiz as Amy’s VA, but Jennifer Douillard does a great job here. I think she’s at her best voicing Amy in Heroes. She finally got to be something other than just sweet.
The elephant in the room is her sudden, uh...aggression toward Sonic. Luckily, this is softened in the Japanese version. English gave us this:
“This time, there’s no way out of marrying me!”
...but in Japanese, it’s this:
“Sonic! Today’s the day I’ll get you to marry me!!”
It’s still too pushy, but she’s not saying “I’ll force you to marry me.” She’s saying “You’ll be so impressed with how far I’ve come that you’ll want to marry me.” It’s subtle, but it’s so much better, especially because Sonic pretends to lose and literally flees from her afterward while yelling, “Marriage?! No way!”
Lmao, what a coward. And Cream knows it.
Localization slandered Amy Rose in a horrible, permanent way IMO. It was after Heroes that the fandom decided she was a “crazy psycho fangirl.” It’s taken years for her to shake off that stigma, and I feel like she lost a lot of her spark in the process, at least in the games.
Thank God she still has it in Mega Drive and IDW.
I’m not the only one who feels Sega threw the baby out with the bathwater. Amy looks and acts too soft now if you ask me.
Girly is fine. Girly is good. This is Amy, after all. But...this?
Does this look like an adventurer to you? She doesn’t to me. Something was lost along the way. :(
Let her be a proper hedgehog with a backbone! Let her have a bit of an edge to her! Cream can be the soft one.
tl;dr SA2 Shadow, Adventures Era Amy, and elements of Heroes for both. So...my childhood, basically. I don’t think it’s just nostalgia, though.
(Is it obvious I just replayed Sonic Heroes? I actually got to defeat the last boss for the first time!!)
#Anonymous#shadow the hedgehog#amy rose#sonic the hedgehog#not a headcanon#i wanted to answer some older asks first but this poor thing has been wasting away in my inbox
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This or That
Thank ya @gummybugg for the tag !
It's been a while since I've done one of these and there are some different questions so I'll be answering for myself on this one.
As far as who else to tag, @asterhaze @randomstupidchaos @princessw0lf @angie-j-kay and anyone else whom'st've the desire to join in the fun!
historical or futuristic
Between the two I enjoy the aesthetic more. When it comes to futuristic I feel that sometimes the descriptions and setting can get a bit muddy and bloated with stuff. Idk just vibes too.
the opening or closing chapter
I can't really recall what I put last time and I am too lazy to double check. But, as I've been working more and more on longer WIPS I've come to really enjoy the concept of that final chapter. Putting everything in its place and tying it off with a happy little bow. Carrot on a stick kind of mentality.
light+fluffy or dark+gritty
Despite the content that I typically write, I don't typically like to engage with bummer stuff. Also in my experience, dark and gritty is usually just a shorthand for making everyone bastards. Real big oh ho ho we people are just a bad day away from tribalism like bro, gtfo with that shit. Not to say it isn't valid, just not what I want to engage with.
animal companion or found family
Both are equally good, but, just vibes?
horror or romance
Despite what I said two questions up, I do enjoy me a good spoopin'. Not too much like blood and gore, but like, the tingle at the back of your neck kind of horror. Don't put a bomb under a table and have the viscera go everywhere, tell me a bomb is under the table and then nothing else. Plus, I'm an edgy bitch who enjoys edgy monsters.
hard magic system or soft magic system
I'm a nerd who enjoys rules and regulating things. Maybe there is some neurospicyness to it, idk. Hard magic lets you have a problem and find fun ways to use those same problems and maybe come up with a unique solution. Or better yet, find some loops holes that still make it "technically" correct.
standalone or series
This was a toughy, but just once again comes down to vibes. What it came down to was me splitting some hairs. If a work follows the same storyline but just over multiple iterations (i.e. the original Percy Jackson series) I still consider it a standalone. A series takes place in the same universe but different stories are told in that same universe (think more spin offs or side stories, once again Percy Jackson). Does this actually make sense? Not really. But, these are my vibes.
one project at a time or always juggling 2+
I want it to be this way, but my WIPs disagree with me. Though I tend to only focus heavily on one for an extended time before jumping to the other (usually a chapter or so).
one award winner or one bestseller
You could make the argument that a bestseller is also an award winner, but, when it comes down to it I'd rather have my stuff reach the most amount of people who want to engage with it on its own merits rather than because it has a fancy qualifier.
For stuff I engage with, I truly don't give a shit about either. I am a slop enjoyer.
fantasy or sci-fi
Same kind of answer as the first question.
Unrelated I do have strong feelings and opinions on the color use in sci-fi. Technology with a Black/Green color scheme is NOT the same as Black/Red and I will die on this arbitrary hill.
character description or setting description
I hate writing character descriptions.
first draft or final draft
It is that primordial marble block, just begging to be sculpted into something. And with every sculpture, you don't start off with smooth features, you have to beat the rough shape out and then gentle shape it. I really enjoy the hammering.
love triangle in everything or no romantic arcs
Between the two, give me nothing. Also with a love triangle (which is hardly ever an actual triangle more of a horseshoe of conflict) you will always, and I mean ALWAYS, have people adamant the wrong choice was made.
Also another quick aside (and I know this isn't the case in every situation but I can only engage with so much media) the choices for the "triangle" are just like pallete swaps of each other. Also it seems that no matter who the center object picks, there doesn't seem to be any bad blood or long term consequences, the unpicked option usually gets a "runner up" prize anway.
constant sandstorm or rainstorm
In a perfect world where the weather doesn't matter, this 100%. Like have you seen the vibetastic photos of inside a sandstorm? The auburn hues, the occasional static discharges, the dim but still useful light? Pure vibes.
Maybe it's also because I live in an area that gets plenty of rain, and the idea of something new is exciting.
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Okay Ninjago hot take
S8-S9 is a good season, but it’s got some flaws too…
Mostly I think the villains of this season are kinda lack lustre…
(Disclaimer I did enjoy the season and this post is all my speculation and opinions. It’s all for fun)
So s8-s9 try to put a spin (pun intended) on the main series by having the plot be notably darker and mature, I assume to keep up with the aging audience. We have a biker gang (the association with rebellious and counter culture teens), Harumi rebelling against the government which are also her parents, demonic cults, the romance drama with Lloyd and a proper dystopian setting touching on authority manipulation (Iron Baron), news manipulation (Ultra Violet’s show) and the important of faith. We have 3 characters die in the second episode. We literally have Wu grow up throughout the season, and the focus of Lloyd growing up. And this is really cool and well thought out!
I just think the villains were lacking in something. Not to be like “the other seasons were better” but I do think former villains worked well in ways that didn’t happen here. Maybe I just found them more charismatic idk. Like Pythor is downright creepy because he’s like, a cannibal. Chen is one of the best written villains because he’s like the joke character who is actually powerful but villain form. His silly ness, combined with the fact that he STILL had everyone in the palm of his hand, makes him a good villain because you feel you’ve greatly underestimated him. Also he funny. Him and Clouse have such a good dynamic. Morro is also iconic because of his connection to Wu. Heck I think Nadakhan and the Time Twins were decent. Nadakhan had a unique style of villainy and I also liked the twins dynamic, although they are a little generic. (The overlord is boring we don’t talk about him, there’s a reason cryptor was in DotD and not him).
My problem with the SoG, is that most of them are undeveloped, and Harumi could’ve been more. I think the standards are higher because s8 really sets the tone that things will be darker. But Killow, is just the strong one, and Ultra Violet is just crazy, which would be cool if it wasn’t her only character trait. At least Mr E gets an excuse because he’s a mystery, and generally he played a more prominent role. The characters don’t seem to have much of a relationship with each other and we don’t even know why any of them joined a demon biker cult gang, or why they like Garmadon (save for Harumi).
And Harumi. Wow. So while she does have one of the darker backstories, idk it still feels tame in spite of the season. I think it’s cool her story links to the start of the season, her hate for the ninja isn’t reasonable. Like they were trying their dang hardest to kill that snake, and Lloyd was her age when it happened. Why does she want to resurrect an evil Garmadon when the Garmadon who defeated the Devourer did it out of good. She resurrected a Garmadon who didn’t care for his family when the familial side of him seems to be the only appeal for her. And like, yeah the royal family didn’t seem too fun, but like at least she was adopted, especially by rich people. If she was anti- the emperor then why’d she bring back a worse one? I mean I feel like they could have capitalised more on the ninja’s found family vs Harumi’s “for the publicity” family. I think her story isn’t tragic enough considering how casually dark Ninjago has been so far. Like it’s not dark enough to make up for the fact that her motives barely make sense. Harumi has trauma and a cool aesthetic but she doesn’t make much sense and her redemption felt rushed.
Speaking of her redemption, why did Garmadon care so much when she died. Wasn’t the point of him to be heartless. Because it honestly felt like he was a new born baby rather than the embodiment of darkness. Idk I just can’t believe Harumi got special treatment ig, my man Garmadon rlly enabled her toxic behaviour. Idk I think maybe it’s just that actual Garmadon was a pretty rational being, and this one feels like he came straight out of Harumi’s self insert fanfic. Idk idk.
Another thing but did anyone else not understand why Lloyd crushed on Harumi in the first place. I’m sorry but Lloyd “if I see one girl in here I’m gonna go ballistic” Montgomery Garmadon? I’m sorry this kid grew up surrounded crazy relationship drama. Firstly his mum managed to marry evil incarnate, then Jay and Cole fight over Nya, which ends up getting so bad that it contributed to the post s3 split of the ninja, also Zane’s girlfriend initially tried to kill him, Kai’s crush was originally evil, and then he found out that Garmadon had lied in order to date Misako! Like idk about Lloyd but I would consider not dating anyone in Ninjago! Tbh it would’ve made more sense if Lloyd fell in love with Harumi AFTER she revealed herself to be evil, because everyone around him DID date evil.
I think it would’ve been cool if the SoG did actually treat each other as family, maybe they were all orphans together at some point, and created a support network between themselves. It would certainly check out for Harumi and Mr E (assuming he IS echo zane) as they are both orphans. Them treating each other as family, being comfortable around each other, having caring sides to give them more dimension might be a shout. Now idk how to change the whole “why does Harumi like Garmadon of all people” other than she’s crazy (which ig is true for the show, perhaps they could’ve shown her be more unhinged). But I do feel like Garmadon doesn’t need to care for Harumi, because he has no capacity for empathy anymore. We can still have the scene where she’s like “I’ll be your daughter”, but later on when he accidentally kills her he’s just like “I’ve spent years trying to kill my family, it kinda comes with the job”. I also think Harumi’s death was rushed, like suddenly now she grows a conscience? If she was crazy but then watched her found family slowly die, then I feel like that gives her more of a reason to turn her back on the whole Garmadon thing.
So I’m gonna post a bunch of headcanons / rewrite / glorified fanfic ideas that I came up with so I can personally make peace with these seasons (jus my opinions tho)(some of them contradict the books and I’m aware)
Sons of Garmadon headcanons
Alternative Lloyd/Harumi plotline
#Ninjago#I wrote this over the course of 2-3 days and I do not remember what I said sorry#Ninjago season 8#Ninjago season 9#Ninjago s8#Ninjago s9#Ninjago sons of Garmadon#sons of Garmadon#Ninjago hunted#Ninjago Harumi#princess harumi#Ninjago Garmadon#Ninjago ultra violet#Ninjago Killow#Ninjago mr e#Ninjago Lloyd Garmadon#Ninjago analysis#hhhhhhhhh
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First and foremost, I love your blog! I'm a sucker for soulmate AUs, so once I was reading like this fic that took place in the Victorian era, where like among the rich, finding your soulmate is like a status symbol, they're treated more like glorified pets than people in certain circumstances. So, in the cities they often send out carriages with patrolmen to look for people with names matching their soulmates. Sometimes, a low-born will get snatched up, never to be seen again. Where am I going with this? I was thinking that maybe, the youngest, nerdy, homely, least desired son of a noble family becomes obsessed with finding his soulmate, just to have a dream to hold on to. He's useful and court, but is absolutely berated behind closed doors. So he goes into the poor parts of the city himself, to search, and he finds someone that he really clicks with. He tries courting them slowly, because they'd obviously be distrustful of a noble. One day, he goes to see them, but they're not there, he finds out that they were taken by the patrol on the orders of his father, because they are indeed his soulmate. Soulmate ended up putting up a bit of fight against the patrol, and is hurt all over. The noble ends up breaking down, about how this isn't what they wanted for their relationship, and now the peasant is slightly afraid of them now. I can see the noble just being the completely devotional yandere that is absolutely whipped for their partner, but the threat of the influence they have over the low-born looms over their head. Idk if that makes sense?
Aaaa wow this is really thought out! I apologize for taking so long to reply ^^
I remember reading something about a universe w/ royalty/nobles and darlings where the lower born would be treated like pets and items. They were essentially for show-- it was like a society based on finding your darling; almost as if it was a fashion trend to find someone and make them yours.
I love your idea! Especially because the nobleman is a devotee type-- it's a unique spin on the royalty trope since the upper-class spouse is ironically almost the pet lol. I'd like to think that maybe the noble isn't much desired in the family like you said, and is maybe only being married off because of his family's distaste for him. Being the youngest, there isn't any use for him as he cannot inherit the family business or title. But perhaps, once he is united with his soulmate, things begin to change. perhaps he's a bit more desperate, keener on defying and destroying his family if it means it will appease his soulmate. He's still timid and would rather run than fight, but he's so desperate for love and affection from what's supposed to be his other half.
He's always idolized those who found their soulmates, desperately clinging to the idea of finding someone who loves him unconditionally-- as much as he loves them. I imagine he'd do just about anything to gain his soulmate's trust back after they were captured. It's likely they could get him to kill with just a few choice words, if he thought it would make them feel some semblance of love towards him. Perhaps he may become the masochistic type if the peasant is constantly fighting back-- if pain is the only way they show love he may just accept it, and come to enjoy it. But really, there are so many ways to influence someone who's just so needy, just about anything is on the table.
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Questions and commments I have for Riverdale:
Are the characters ever going to seek counseling/therapy in their adulthood?
Will we ever get a specific mental diagnosis for Cheryl and Betty, or?? Because I feel like Betty might have DID or something else if not more, but I am no psychologist, so please - for the love of whomever you believe in - don’t take my word as gospel. With Cheryl, I’d best guess histrionic, but again, I am no expert...just speculations based off observations and the way they approach/respond/react to situations.
Are all of the students returning as teachers? I really thought they’d all have unique and different jobs (and I mean no offense by that, I just genuinely assumed) outside of teaching—way separate from teaching, actually, except maybe Jug when it comes to writing
Why did they make the Gargoyle King human? I know Roberto never got the green light to fully cross Riverdale over with Sabrina, but they still seemed to have more mentions and guest appearances from the former within CAOS than the other way around? I’m just sayin’... GK was kind of a weird villain, we all know that, but with all the genres that Riverdale plays around with, I think it would’ve been nice to have a supernatural/paranormal-themed season, no? Just me? Kk.. (s3 is my favorite so far, because it’s weird and wild - and I got high for most of its viewing lmao - so I’m biased)
⬆️ I forgot about the fact that Jonathan played as Kurtz in Riverdale and then later as Robin in Sabrina ... and Bret’s actor in CAOS’ last season (wasn’t Donna’s in there, too?) so I mildly stand corrected
I think it would’ve been cool to see Riverdale cover the Be More Chill musical. Idk, with all the peer pressure and casual bullying/taunting/judgement that goes on amongst them peers (examples: joining or leaving/getting kicked out of gangs, being blackmailed into lying in court with the threat of leaking a tape of your brother getting shot, being outed against your consent, getting guilted for still being in the closet, “manning” up after being abused or getting into a bear fight - typical high school stuff), I think it could’ve been an interesting spin. And the cyanide could’ve been replaced with the pill or sumn. But I am content with the musicals they’ve done so far, don’t get me wrong.
Toni’s parents...? ... We ever gonna meet ‘em, or...?
What happened to Hermosa and Charles? Chic, even, or Evelyn? I really don’t remember if they ever explicitly said where these characters went. But I definitely remembered what happened to Edgar 🚀👱🏻♂️🔫
Is Hiram gonna try to kill Archie again? I’m sorry but the thought of that kinda makes me laugh, like this dude has been an ongoing villain for three seasons straight. He gets under my skin, and I’d argue that is what can make for a good villain, beloved or not
Did Archie give up Vegas? ‘Cause I haven’t seen that good boy in a while...
Are we ever going to meet Heather?
I just still find it kinda interesting and unique from season 1 that we never once heard Jason speak a line of dialogue, and that everything we ever got to know about him was told through the Blossoms or other students.
The Midnight Club is still one of the best episodes thus far, IMO, and one of my favorites. Maybe I’m just a sucker for nostalgia I wasn’t even alive at the time it came out, but it’s still fun to rewatch.
Why aren’t LGBTQ+ and POC characters utilized more - rather than tossed aside or left to disappear without a trace of goodbye - when there’s actually been a good handful of them per season? (ex.: Cheryl, Kevin, Joaquin, Josie, Chuck, Valerie, Melody, Sierra, Toni, Reggie, Peaches N Cream [I saw her in the recent episode, just for a second, with her cute done-up braids and all], Fangs, Moose, please forgive me if I forgot anyone; it’s been a while) And why do the POC especially end up being villanized up against the white, cishet characters? Like the entire Lodge family, for example..
Toni said her and Jughead were still good friends (when they all - but the core four - still thought he was dead), but I feel like I haven’t seen them interact ‘til Jug denied her title to being the Serpent Queen?
Is Toni going to be pregnant this season, or did they hide Vanessa’s baby bump 🤰🏽 with any random object or article of baggy clothing found onset?
So Reggie and Jughead just never interact after season 3? Kinda sucks ‘cause that’s a duo I’ve been hoping to see more of, but I won’t hold my breath just yet since it sounded like the show’s ongoing til 2022, last time I saw. It would just be cool to see more guy friendships; heck, even Fangs and Reggie would be a sick duo. I just think Reggie getting along with the Serpents - after half a season or more of just not liking or trusting them at all - could be pretty dang cool.
Where did Mad Dog go? I’m sorry, they might’ve said in the last season, but I don’t remember. I miss him either way :(
I just find it funny how Jughead and Veronica never talk about the one kiss they had lmfao. I would’ve loved to see how that convo would’ve gone down, since it’s safe to assume that at least Jug remembered afterward —who never gave Betty a straight answer on whether or not he enjoyed it (/laughs in jeronica crumbs that I’m sure I’ll never get again/)
Who taught Cheryl to talk the way she does? I love her, but— 💀
S1 Alice was so wildly conservative, like...miss ma’am, you’re talking about witchcraft and demons over there like you’ve had your experiences (outside of G&G).. 👀 No but didn’t the Blossoms have a demon in their family bloodline, according to CAOS? ‘Cause that’d make this make much more sense to me..
How many *more* of the Riverdale girls’ fathers could possibly be serial killers or criminals to varying degrees?
Edit: I guess that’s it! I don’t want to ask too much more, just wanna see what this season will entail ~v~
#Riverdale#archie andrews#betty cooper#cheryl blossom#chuck clayton#ethel muggs#fangs fogarty#jughead jones#kevin keller#reggie mantle#toni topaz#veronica lodge#josie mccoy#valerie brown#melody valentine#caos#caos pt 3#caos pt 4#bret weston wallis#donna sweett#please don’t take half of these seriously#I’m just being an overtly inquisitive dork
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Can you do one with: Stair/Caricature/Trees? I'm new in Tumblr so idk if this is an ask or what, I'm really lost haha srry
{Yes, this is an ask, and lol I’m getting to this really late, but anyway, this was definitely a fun challenge and I hope you enjoy! Also, welcome to Tumblr! omg, this is longer than I thought it would be and yes I did cry. oops.}
CW: Character Death (Heavily implied), Grief
Amy looks down again at the goofy caricature of her and Ben. The only thing his family allowed her to keep. His pretentious, stuck-up family. A family that is hardly mourning his death. A family that’s only here to reap the benefits of their successful bloodline.
A wet nose bumps her hand. Amy puts the paper on the step next to her, giving Stick, Ben’s dog, the attention he seeks. The bulldog sniffs at Amy, then the paper and whines.
“I know, Stick, I know,” Amy whispers as Stick climbs up the stairs.
She and Ben had taught him how to climb them when he was only a puppy. His stubby little legs could hardly hope to jump one, but Ben helped him the whole way. Now Stick climbs them with ease. Amy feels a rush of grief wash over her again. She’s unprepared for the lump that catches in her throat.
Why Ben? Why him? He deserved so much more.
Stick whines again and makes his way to the door in front of Amy. He paws at it and looks at her expectantly. Amy sighs and lets him outside. She watches him for a moment as he sniffs his way to the wooden gate. He paws at it, then barks at her.
“Stick, no. Come on,” she calls, “No walks today, come on.”
He stands there, head tilted. He barks again stubbornly.
Amy huffs and makes her way to the gate. She looks to the woods beyond it. She and Ben used to take long walks during the fall out there. It was her favorite time, just as the leaves turned orange and the light would dazzle in Ben’s eyes. But right now, the tall oaks were bare in the cool winter air. Amy tugged her sweater sleeves back down to her wrists as the wind blew gently. Even in the cold, even though she hated the way winter seemed to dull the world, Amy couldn't help but see the cruel beauty of the day. From the crisp winter air to the beautiful blue sky. A cruel beauty indeed.\
Ben would’ve loved this weather... would’ve.
Finally, she opens the gate. Stick doesn’t hesitate, bolting down the path.
“No! Stick, wait!” Amy jogs after him, hoping he stays on their normal trail.
By the time she catches up to him, the bulldog is already at the pond at the center of the woods. He sits, tail wagging, by the wooden bench Amy and Ben had made together.
Amy chokes on that familiar lump in her throat. She hasn’t been out here since long before the accident, three weeks, give or take. Since before Ben left. For a moment, it’s not as cold. Instead, she feels warm.
Stick barks, forcing Amy’s attention back to him.
“He’s... He’s gone, Stick.”
Stick stands and barks again.
Amy wipes the new tears from her cheeks. “Stick. Please, come on.”
He spins twice in a circle. Amy’s brows furrow, spinning was something Ben had taught him. Stick only does it when he finds something new or something he wants.
She walks over to the bench and Stick barks again. Sitting on the bench is a small wooden crate, engraved with designs and craftsmanship that was uniquely Ben’s.
How?
Amy slowly sits on the bench, her eyes never leaving it, afraid it might disappear if it does. She sets the caricature aside, she had almost completely forgotten about it.
With shaking hands, she opens the box. Inside, there’s a letter atop white tissue paper. She unfolds the letter.
“My Love,”
It reads in Ben’s beautiful penmanship. Amy reads the line again and again before continuing, trying to imagine his voice in the words.
“If you are reading this, it means you’ve found my box. When you find it, I won’t know. I’m leaving it here on the night before I’m leaving. I know I told you I’d only be gone a week. I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfill that final promise.
I hope this isn’t too soon. I hope you’ve had some time.
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I knew.
If you can, move on. Take Stick and keep living your lives. You are a marvelous, beautiful, and fantastic person. You have been only the best to me and I have never deserved nor known something like that before you. Everything I have ever cherished resides in you. Your mind, your heart, your soul. I will never trade that for anything in the world. Keeping you, whether it be happy, safe, or satisfied, has always been my goal. No one will ever be able to comprehend how much every day in these woods with you meant to me. How much your eyes entrapped me, how much your gentle words moved me, how much your kiss awakened me. So, my sweet Amalie, live your life to the fullest, be happy. If you can.”
#writing prompt#writing snippet#angst??#angst prompt#angst writing#character death#So the hardest part was remembering the caricature lol
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No, fuck you, Katara is a great character actually
Look, when I started Avatar, I didn’t even like Katara that much. I just thought she was lame, she was so sentimental and not powerful I just honestly didn’t think she was that cool. Sokka was funnier, Aang was alright, Toph was great and Zuko was interesting, I just thought she was kind of.... meh. But you know what? I started liking her more and more as I got further in the series and that’s when I started realizing just how cool she fucking is. Katara is, by all means, pretty normal. She has bending powers, which is unique in her small group, but not really a big deal anywhere else. She’s not a bending prodigy, she’s not the avatar, she’s not royalty, she’s just her. And that’s what makes it so fucking amazing when she succeeds. Katara works her fucking ass off to become a good bender. She is consistently working through the series, and she does it on her own. It’s not like Aang, where it takes a few days for him to understand each bending style, it’s not like Zuko, who discards bending and switches to something else entirely, it’s not like Toph who just gets it right off the bat, she has to work for her power. It’s not that these other characters aren’t legitimate in how they handle their power, and it is typically relevant to their storylines, but Katara just does her own thing so well!!!
People make fun of her for how often she talks about her mother, but I always found it really interesting how she used her past to motivate her. When she compares situations to her or her mother, she’s turning the situation into “I will not let what happened to me or my family happen to anybody else” which makes her even more effective in trying to change it. It’s the “you’re just like me” trope but with a purpose; learning how to empathize with people in different but similar situations to her own. That’s why Zuko’s betrayal pisses her off so much; it means she could have been wrong and trivializes something thats so important to her. Taking that into consideration, it makes a lot of sense for her to be the most critical of Zuko. Her whole character is built around giving people the benefit of the doubt, and it really pisses her off when someone throws that back in her face, regardless of motive.
And another really important thing, how often do u see a powerful character who’s not a jaded asshole? Like how often in stories is sentimentality of any kind or just the desire to make the world a better place seen as something naive? Katara defies this trope and I fucking love that! She gets power, she works for it, and by the end, she is still determined to use it for the good of others, because that is legitimate! It’s not childish, it’s an actual fucking righteous goal that one should strive towards, and she’s not less of a character for it. She is unwavering in her values and that is really fucking cool. And like yeah she’s sappy, but I think the moment that really made it sink in for me how you can be both was the episode where she wears that costume to help this random fire nation village. There’s this part where Sokka is arguing with her and she gets fed up by his patronizing tone and criticism of her for wanting to help people and says “I will never turn my back on the people that need me” with so much conviction it gives me chills. I just.... fuck yeah. That shuts him down real quick.
And look, I’m not always one for the “I’m not going to do what you did because I’m better then you” angle, but it really really jives with her character!!!!!!!!! That whole thing with her mom and the one who killed her mother? Like she doesn’t not kill him entirely because of morals or whatever. She chooses not to kill him because he’s pathetic, because the big bad she’s built up in her mind doesn’t exist. She chooses not to kill him because he’s not worth her fucking time. He doesn’t matter, her mother does, and she does, and she’s not gonna break her convictions over someone who doesn’t deserve the time of day. And that’s... fascinating. Her journey is about so much more then some half formed revenge plot. Idk, I think that’s a really good spin on the “I’m not gonna kill you for revenge etc” trope.
She learns so much along her journey and grows as a person but she still never backs down in fighting injustices towards her and literally anyone else. I love her, she’s awesome and like I didn’t realize it at first but I certainly do now. Just.... fuck man 10/10
#this was a little rushed lol#i just had to#cause she gets wronged so much by the fandom#and part of it is because she’s a woc#but part of it is also just how she’s written#and like she deserves a lot more credit then people give her#still mad about her portrayal in Korra lol#shitpost#atla gaang#atla#atla zuko#atla katara
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ORIGINS & FAMILY:
Name: Ophélie Evangeline Redgrave
Nickname: O, Fee
Birthday: 31 July 1992
Age: 28
Gender: Female.
Place of Birth: London, United Kingdom
Places Lived Since: London, United Kingdom; Saint-Malo, Ille-et-Vilaine, France
Current Residence: Kensington, London, United Kingdom
Nationality: British & French
Parents: Lambert & Sérephine Redgrave, née Callac
Grandparents: Harold Redgrave (grandfather, paternal, deceased) Hélène de Broglie (grandmother, paternal, deceased) Aurélien Callac (grandfather, maternal) Ophélie Hervé (grandmother, maternal)
Aunts & Uncles: Charlotte, Georgina Redgrave (aunts, paternal) Anita Acton (aunt, paternal)
Number of Siblings: Three brothers; Sébastian Redgrave (38), Arnaud Redgrave (36), Gaël Redgrave (32)
Relationship With Family: Ophélie is closest to Gaël, her other two brothers see her mostly as the family fuck up although they all feel somewhat protective of her as the youngest. This was particularly meaningful during the wild years of her teens when an attention starved Ophélie might find herself in places or situations she was likely too young for, they were mostly all still at home and willing to come collect her from wherever and keep her secrets from their parents. Her father has always been distant, she sometimes fears he’d rather forget she existed. Her mother is overbearing and critical - after three boys she thought Ophélie was at long last the daughter who’d belong only to her, a little doll to shape as she wished. She was very wrong.
Happiest Memory: The freedom and acceptance she finally found in university, the Christmas and New Years she spent with Gaël in New York when spent a year at NYU.
Childhood Trauma: oh boy - see this answer HERE
PHYSICAL:
Height: 5'4”
Weight: 110lbs.
Build: Slim - some might say too skinny
Hair Color: Blonde.
Usual Hair Style: loose curls, a careless, practiced ease. Sometimes she wears it up if she's bored enough, high ponytail when she runs
Eye Color: Blue.
Glasses? Contacts?: Neither.
Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): Expensive as fuck - if she had to choose a ‘style’ it would be classic. She isn’t conservative in the least bit, but she also isn’t one to go into more out there fashions - that is Gaël lane. She tends to favor dresses and skirts and more feminine looks. Ophélie caught in jeans is a very rare Ophélie. When she is home alone she is usually wearing a thin robe or some form of lingerie/pjs
Typical Style of Shoes: Ophélie does not like to wear shoes. However, given that going barefoot is usually frowned upon in society, she can usually be found in heels that match whatever she may be wearing. If she is very close with someone she will take her shoes off the moment she enters their home, and at her own flat can always be found barefoot.
Jewellery? Tattoos? Piercings?: She has both of her earlobes pierced, as expected. At one point she had a cartilage piercing, but she long ago forgot to keep it open. Unbeknownst to her mother and most of her family, she has both of her nipples pierced. Ophélie will say to anyone who knows that these are her favorite piercings. She has a tattoo of a scorpion on the nape of her neck. Everyday jewellery includes a heavy men’s watch that belonged to her grandfather, whatever earrings she fancies on any given day, as well as rings. The one ring she wears at all times is made up of three interlocking circles - when she is anxious or focusing on something Ophélie spins this around her finger.
Scars: She has a scar on her shin from falling off a horse as a child. The most recent additions include a thin line across her chest/sternum and a nearly perfect large C in the center of her back - she plans on adjusting that soon.
Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: When she is focusing, Ophélie will twist her ring around her finger. She has the tendency to curl her hands into fists and dig her nails into her palms. She also chews on her bottom lip, which has caused a significant investment in longwear lipstick.
Athleticism: Ophélie grew up playing tennis with her brother Gaël and got into running in her teens. She never does any actual races mostly because she couldn’t be bothered and also way too many people near her. It’s mostly a way for her to focus her own mind/punish her body.
Health Problems/Illnesses: She absolutely has an eating disorder from the unrealistic expectations of her mother when she was growing up. It is something she has struggled with most of her life that her friends are likely unaware of. Ophélie also has undiagnosed ADHD, PTSD, addiction issues that are yet to be explored.
INTELLECT:
Level of Education: BSc in Politics and Philosophy from LSE - it wasn’t exactly what she wanted to study but a compromise that got her parents off her back. If possible she’d want to go back to school for linguistics or art history.
Languages Spoken: English & French natively, Spanish fluently. Functionally fluent in Italian, a lingering understanding of Latin from prep school. She has a very good ear for languages and dialects and can pick them up quickly.
Level of Self-Esteem: Fluctuates between “I hate myself I’m such a bitch” and “I love myself I’m such a bitch.” No in between.
Gifts/Talents: Very good at languages and remembering things she’s heard if she cares enough to focus, weirdly good at crossword puzzles if she has the patience, has the ability to come off as unthreatening and use it to manipulate people.
Mathematical?: Hell no, she absolutely cheated her way through math and she is not at all sorry about it.
Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: Emotions, particularly whims. She does have a vindictive streak and while that is based on emotions she can adapt logic to her purposes is.
Life Philosophy: live fast die young bad girls do it well. No joking, she doesn’t really have one or doesn’t like to consider it, but if we had to define it, somewhere along the lines of ‘never let them see you cry’ IDK TBD
Religious Stance: Was raised Anglican, not really about it. Enjoys the art and melodrama of the catholic church.
Cautious or Daring?: Daring, boarding on reckless, she has the arrogant privilege of the very wealthy, that they are untouchable and almost immortal.
Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: Her mother, people trying to lessen her or force her to be something she is not, her eating disorder/body image
Optimist or Pessimist?: says she's an optimist, mostly because she doesn’t let herself project any other way; deep down is def a pessimist mostly out of self preservation and years of building up armor
Extrovert or Introvert?: Extrovert.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Current Relationship Status: fucking her way through the french bros/leadership
Sexual Orientation: bisexual in that she is attracted to all beautiful women and men who are older, dangerous, and low key damaged.
Past Relationships: Only real/serious relationship was with Charles Jameson (alexa play champagne problems by taylor swift)
Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: being caught cheating whoops
Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: boredom, afraid of getting to close
Ever Cheated?: yep, and if not for the way he reacted she might actually feel guilty about it.
Been Cheated On: not that she knows of
Level of Sexual Experience: very high and no she will not be slutshamed thank you very much
Story of First Kiss: A boy she met while staying with her grandmother in France. She was 11 and kissed him on a dare.
Story of Loss of Virginity: She’d just turned 14 but told him she was older, it was mediocre at best but she loved the rush of power she felt when she turned him down the next time.
A Social Person?: Very - she literally wouldn’t be able to do her job so well if she wasn’t. Plus shes a slut for attention and once you cross the threshold between casual friends and very close friends - she’s loyal as fuck.
Most Comfortable Around: Paul for sure, although she feels safe and comfortable with most of the frenchies she knows well - Noa, Laurent, Guillaume, Delphine, Sofie - its Paul she goes to first, her ride or die bitch. Outside of the French she feels comfortable around Spencer, shockingly, and within the family it's only Gaël who she feels she can even be remotely herself around.
Oldest Friend: Camilla Berkeley, her brother Gaël. Most of the people she knew through grade school and her teens she grew bored of or dropped for Paul and the French.
How Does She Think Others Perceive Her?: Dancing right on the knife’s edge between hot and hot mess; a fuck up; shallow and vain. For those who know her well she often fears they think she might be stupid or reckless, not as devoted as she actually is.
How Do Others Actually Perceive Her?: Literally dancing right on the knife’s edge between hot and hot mess. Those closest to her often think she’s smarter than she herself does, hopefully they also value and recognize her deep loyalty. All should think she's a great time.
SECRETS:
Life Goals: To be happy and find something and someone that makes her happy.
Dreams: That she will stop letting the negligence and cruelty of her parents - mostly mother, hurt her. That she will matter to someone, be loved and wanted for exactly who she is and not who they think she should be or who she pretends to be.
Greatest Fears: Being abandoned by those she loves, being hurt by those who should care for her, never being seen for who she is. Horses - she had a bad fall as a child and doesn’t trust them.
Most Ashamed Of: The walls she builds out of self preservation, lying to her brother when he only wants to help her.
Secret Hobbies: Puzzles - the more pieces and complex the better. It isn’t really that much of a secret because there is usually one in progress on the unused dining room table. Collecting first editions of her favorite books - it's a secret because she is usually too impatient to find a better deal or negotiate and will literally pay whatever the seller asks for it, usually above what it is worth.
Crimes Committed (Was she caught? Charged?): She has never been caught or charged, but possession with intent to distribute multiple illegal drugs, selling said drugs for organized crime. There was also that one time that she may or may not have led a man to his death, which although she has done her best to block this memory, would likely make her an accessory to murder.
DETAILS/QUIRKS:
Night Owl or Early Bird?: Both really, but that's the insomnia and stimulant usage.
Light or Heavy Sleeper?: light sleeper when she’s alone, heavy if she’s sleeping with someone she trusts
Favorite Animal: penguins
Favorite Foods: strawberries, champagne,
Least Favorite Food: anything mint
Favorite Book: The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
Least Favorite Book: any of the myriad of self help books well meaning psychiatrists have suggested
Favorite Movie: Heathers, Jurassic Park
Least Favorite Movie: emotional porn - aka any movie specifically designed to make you cry without any profound or complicated themes other than ‘life is short’
Favorite Song: Kyoto by Phoebe Bridgers
Favorite Sport: she’s a tennis bitch for sure
Coffee or Tea?: coffee although she does like tea
Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: Ophélie is allergic to peanuts rip
Type of Car She Drives: lol no one let this bitch drive
Lefty or Righty?: Left
Favorite Color: the champagne sheer of the sun pushing through the curtains in an early morning, baby pink of her favorite peonies, rich red velvet of box seats at the opera, the soft golden grey of art museum marble floors.
Cusser?: Yep - but controls it around her family because she doesn't have the patience or stamina for the lecture/scandal it would cause her mother.
Smoker? Drinker? Drug User?: Never smokes, drinks pretty often, regular cocaine use since her teens, a more recent venture into pills.
Biggest Regret: Letting it go on so long with Charles, the fact that she still lets her mother’s cruelty hurt her, not going to school for what she actually was interested in.
Pets: two italian greyhounds named Pogo & Banana
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6? 22? Any other number you wanted to answer?
6- i dont have any stim toys, ive never really delved into that stuff, i was never really given the chance to explore stuff that would help me out with stimming and such. I also dont think i would like stim toys? Maybe i just have to try some but idk.
22- idk any specific songs i stim to. But ive stimmed while listening to mcr, and honestly i just stim to alot of the general songs i listen to. I really like singing along, i think thats a stim of mine, and some songs just listening to them is like stimming (anything with drums and/or guitars)
2- i like blankets a lot. Even if im hot and dont really need one, ill subconsciously grab the blanket on the couch and put it on my lap, and on my bed. There was one day i grabbed a pocket-sized beanie baby and put itin my hoodie pocket, and just knowing it was there made me happy. Also when i was with my friends one of them stuck their hands in my pocket and i panicked and like moved it out of their reach bc i was scared to get made fun of lol, it ended up being fine. I sleep with stuffed animals a lot. I think thats it
3- my school experiences were,,, not fun at all. Theres a lot to unpack there. My schools all had this thing called a “504 plan” or whatever. And it’s supposed to help people with certain disorders/disabilities. Mine only acknowledged my adhd as far as i know. Maybe my anxiety too. Some of the things that were supposed to ‘help’ were moving me to the front of the room, i got extended time to complete stuff (supposedly), extended time on certain tests (which i only saw on the act, literally i got no other extended time to do anything else. And after i got extended time on the act my scores shot up. Imagine the potential if i was given my actual extended time shit) and the meetings were hell. They started to have meetings with me in middle school, sixth grade i think. Having an administrator there, and my parents, and at least one teacher was terrifying to me. I think i cried every meeting. Honestly it felt like an interrogation to me, esp with all the damn eye contact and shit. My dad asked me if i wanted to continue it this year and i was immediately like fuck no nuh uh not happening. And whether or not I actually needed to be in the front of the room depended on the class, teacher, the people in there, but a lot of the time i would just be moved to the front and i would hate it. In eighth grade my math teacher moved me from the back of the room (a favorite seat in that class) to the front of the room in the middle of class for like a week. It was honestly humiliating and the only time i was eventually able to express my opinion on the 504 shit. Actually my freshman math teacher did that too. Ahaha moving on now before this gets too long.
4/5- three negative and positive things about being autistic.
Pros-
(1) i dont really have a chance to not have a hobby. Ive always got an interest to keep me entertained and i like that.
(2) stimming is nice, i like it, im not afraid to let myself stim. Makes me feel better.
(3) im unique and shit. I have a different pov than other people and that allows me to have different ways of thinking. I think outside the box ig. I also have this weird version of confidence and objectivity that I appreciate in myself
Cons-
(1) its hard to feel like i belong somewhere, bc im so different. Im getting better at it but im not good at getting close to people.
(2) i also like,, dont have certain permanence? Like object permanence? A lot of the time i dont really miss things/people unless im somewhere that reminds me of them. Idk if it’s negative really but its something,, even a spin, like bts, i dont really miss them that much until i do. Theyre still very important to me but yeah
(3) people dont really get me the same way other people get other people. And its hard for me to explain it to people. And theres certain people i get more than others. Its weird.
7- people need to give autistics a chance to be heard. Apply the accommodations you “give” them. Dont put them in the spotlight and give them space when needed. We are what you might call “picky” too. Eating, learning, socializing, we have our own things we need to be able to do shit. Learn them. Let us stim. Encourage us to learn about ourselves and remind us that youre there for us. But dont try to help us unless we ask or we actually need help. Dont trigger meltdowns on purpose, stop using the r word even in passing like its not a big deal. Be more than aware of us, accept us, appreciate us. Dont be a bystander.
8- i dont have much experience with meltdowns? I think? If i have i didnt have chances to recover. I had to go back to class or something. Idk how to recognize them in me either.
10- showering. Thats a big thing that even though i kinda need i forget to do. Except during school. I had a whole routine in the morning and i was super punctual. If i didnt shower i would be late, miss the bus, forget something.
12- meat. The way it feels. Disgusting. How do people eat it and not feel like dying? Same with lettuce. Spinach is fine but every time i try to eat lettuce I almost throw up. Bell peppers, pickles, vinegar, mayo, eggs usually, cheese sometimes. Just off the top of my head. One time i tried putting lettuce on my burger, was feeling adventurous, and after biting down i had to just take the lettuce off. Another time, my stepmom (newly married to my dad) made slads for us, and i was skeptical. There was white stuff all over the salad and she wouldnt tell me what it was. I tried eating a little carrot stick thing and almost vomited. Thats when she learned I cannot eat mayo. Even if idk that its mayo i still cant fuckin eat it. She forced me to eat bell peppers one time. Didnt go well at all. At all.
(Not gonna do the spin one bc ive already talked about them and if i do again itll be too long)
15- yes! I only do big stuff(?)(like yelling n shit) when im completely alone. Like if im home alone. Bc i get so loud. Sometimes ill hum in my room or sing to myself in my room though. Its so fun. As for phrases i repeat, ill repeat anything i find interesting. In a movie or song, or even something a friend said. One time my mom said the phrase “tough titty said the kitty but the milks still good” and i went around the kitchen repeating it until she got annoyed. Also sometimes something in the room will have a constant sound and ill like think a phrase to that sound repeatedly. Idk how to explain it lol. Idk if thats echolalia either
16- rocks. Typical i know, collecting rocks. But i just cant help it. I see a rock i like, i pick it up, take it home. I used to collect sticks. And when i was in elementary school, i used to pick shit up off the playground. Beer bottle caps was a favorite. Apparently the school called my mom about it bc they found my stash and thought it was from home and my parents were drinking excessively. 😬 oops
18- introverted?
19- kinda depends. Idk. I really cant tell wow. I would probably say hypersensitive. Just cause i have a ton of sensory issues and a lot of stuff bothers me. Like types of clothes. And how things are resting on my body. Yeah i guess i am hypersensitive.
20- i used to struggle with self love a lot. And sometimes i still kinda do. But in the past few years ive really started appreciating myself and trying to learn a lot about myself. Its going well id say.
21- empathy. Hmm. I think im very empathetic, actually. I can always tell when someone is feeling uncomfortable in a situation. And when i should tell people to back off of them if they wont say it themselves. And im very uncomfortable when theres secondhand embarrassment. And bullying, in something im watching or reading. Yknow, I actually cant watch mean girls. I just. I tried, i had to walk away bc I couldn’t take it. It also kinda triggers me so theres that. Bc of the bullying. But yeah im very empathetic. Otherwise socially im not good at that.
23- nope. Ive got like no support system other than tumblr and online friends. Apparently my dad refused to acknowledge im autistic and hes my favorite parent. Thats his big flaw though. And if i “came out” to him and said it myself he would probably come around. I know hes not completely nt either. My Opa has ocd, so nuerodiversity runs in the family ig.
While making this i got distracted and went on insta for like an hour oops lol
24- steampunk cosplay? Or college dorm tips? The steampunk one was freshman year, and the college dorm one was fifth grade. It lasted well into sixth grade and seventh grade.
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Friends Made Along The Way
Requested by: @damedevon
Request: This is the second request in case you don't want to do the first one :) NCIS universe: Reader, genius level IQ that is a talented artist (painting, sculpting, all the things) is brought in to consult on a case. (S)he meets Spencer and they hit it off, talking about cultured literature and time period specific art and history.
Fandoms: NCIS, Criminal Minds
Pairings: Spencer Reid x NCISAgent!Reader, Platonic!BAU Team x NCISAgent!Reader, Platonic!NCIS Team x NCISAgent!Reader, Specifically Platonic!Gibbs x NCISAgent!Reader
Warnings: Extreme descriptions of blood and gore
Author’s Note: This takes place around season 5 for both NCIS and Criminal Minds. Idk if that lines up chronologically, sorry if it doesn’t.
*******
“We got a case,” informed Gibbs as he headed to his desk for his gun and badge.
Yourself and the rest of your team moved to gather your individual things and meet in the elevator.
Gibbs gave more details about the case. “A former marine was found dead outside a Cheesy Cheese.”
Timothy McGee asked, awkwardly, “Uh, Boss? Don’t you mean Chuck E. Cheese?”
“Does it look like I know the difference, McGee?” Gibbs returned.
The younger agent was clearly uncomfortable. “No, Boss. It’s just...I didn’t--”
Ziva’s voice was as sly as ever. “It’s best to stop now, McGee.”
As you headed out of the bull-pen, you opened your mouth to say something.
DiNozzo cut you off instead. “L/n, I swear to God, if you make one more Shakespeare reference today, Ziva’s driving to the crime scene.”
“Tony,” you rolled your eyes, “How could I possibly make a reference to the Bard from this?”
All DiNozzo had to do was give you a look.
“Fine, I’ll shut up,” you sighed, exiting your team’s area.
Abruptly, Gibbs turned and stopped you. “Not you.”
“What?” You were shocked.
Gibbs gruffly explained, “Fornell called. Apparently, a friend of his wants you on his case. It’s ten miles out.”
Forgetting your usual respect for your superior, you groaned.
Again, all it took was a look.
“Yes, sir,” you childishly agreed.
***
“Excuse me, Agent Aaron Hotchner?” I’m Agent Y/n L/n, from NCIS.” You stuck your hand out when the man confirmed his name.
He took your offer, and shook your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m sorry it had to be under these circumstances.” The senior FBI agent spent the following few minutes explaining the details of the case to you.
So far, three murders had been committed. The odd thing about the murders was that the killer was recreating paintings by an artist from the 1800s by posing the victims how the muses were posed in certain paintings. You had read about the strange murders in the paper.
“Gustave Courbet,” you named the original artist. “I realized that after the first murder. I didn’t think it was going to take you guys this long to figure it out.”
Hotchner knew not to take your words personally. “That’s why we called you in. We need an expert on Courbet on this case.” He noticed an agent from his team walking up to where the two of you were in the living room of the apartment/crime scene. “This is Dr. Reid. He’s the one on our team who recognized the pattern in the first place.”
The younger man greeted you by giving you his first name. “Spencer.” He then admitted, “I don't shake hands.”
“Oh, okay. Call me Y/n,” you politely offered.
Another agent was making his way to the three of you. Two female agents and an older male agent were trailing behind him.
The darker-skinned agent smiled. “We’re very proud of our Dr. Reid, here. Kid has an IQ of 187.”
“You’ve got me beat, then,” you admitted, turning back to Dr. Reid. “My score is 186.”
Everyone seemed pretty blown away by that. You could tell it was rare that the team came across anyone that was as smart as their resident genius.
You never liked the term ‘genius,’ especially when it was used on you. On the contrary, you mostly kept your skills under the radar. Except for a few literary references here and there, you rarely talked about your smarts. Actually, you never really got the chance to.
The rest of the agents on the team introduced themselves, and Hotch explained, “We’re the BAU at the FBI. It stands for--”
“Behavioral Analysis Unit. I know. But here’s an acronym you guys probably don’t know-NCIS. It’s where I work.”
Hotch obviously knew what it meant. He was the one who called you in. You got a marine vibe from Rossi, so he probably knew, too. They weren’t the kind of men to just blurt out the answer, however. The rest of the team seemed to be having trouble with the acronym.
Spencer was different. “Naval Criminal Investigative Service,” he said almost immediately.
“Good! It’s rare someone just knows that. I’m assuming you don’t have any prior connections...Maybe you do know what you’re talking about.”
You noticed a prolonged look Agent Morgan gave Spencer. Spencer furrowed his eyebrows, and moved his gaze elsewhere. You didn’t understand the exchange.
Hotchner began, “Okay,. Now that introductions are out of the way, we were hoping you could take a look at this crime scene.”
Two minutes later, you were two inches away from a body. The poor woman was a hunched over in a chair. She was a brunette, and looked to weigh about 200 pounds. Like the other victims, she was dressed in middle class mid-1800s clothing. The chair she was in was next to a spindle. She had some raw wool wrapped around a distaff sitting on her lap. You swallowed hard when the thought crossed your mind that it almost seemed like she was sleeping.
Agent Jareau (she preferred the nickname JJ) informed you, “She was found early this morning by a mother and daughter returning from a trip. This apartment is theirs. They don’t own a spinning wheel.”
Rossi continued, “We got a positive I.D., her name is Suzanne Welling. No relation to the family that live here.”
“I hope the daughter is young. There’s more of a chance of her forgetting this tragedy when she gets older,” you quickly added that last part when you realized how harsh you sounded. You never broke your studying of the remains.
JJ confirmed, “The girl’s 4 years old.” It was a tone you could tell clearly was a mother’s. You wondered how many kids she had. You also hoped your words weren’t too harsh.
“The painting this is based on is The Sleeping Spinner, painted in 1853. It looks like he’s going in chronological order.” You dragged your index finger over your bottom lip. It was a thinking habit you had.
Emily Prentiss, the other female agent on the team, inquired, “Why do you think he’s male?”
“The first painting--er...murder.” You straightened up onto your feet. “The Wounded Man, originally painted in 1844. It’s a self-portrait. A lot of Courbet’s early works were. The killer sees himself as Courbet. The first muse--victim probably looks like the murderer.”
A new voice entered the room. “Unsub.” It was Spencer. “Unknown suspect. We call our suspects unsubs. You can, too...if you want to.”
“...Unsub.” You smiled slightly while you tested out the name for Spencer.
He expressed the same sentiment to you.
The rest of the day was spent working the case. It was explained to you that the team would usually split up with some of them heading to the local police department when first arriving for an assignment. It was just how things worked out in that particular instance that the whole team went straight to the crime scene.
Soon enough, you found out Spencer was the agent who spent most of his time in the local police stations. You were the agent who spent most of your time with Spencer.
“What’re you up to, Agent Reid?” you asked with a somewhat playful tone.
He had been pinning a map to the board you and the BAU team had borrowed for the case. He started marking it up. “I’m making a geological profile of the area. We usually see if the locations of the crime scenes give us any clues to where the unsub is living or where he might kill next.”
“At NCIS, we do the same thing to see if we can find out where the killer lives--”
Spencer distractedly corrected you, “Unsub.”
“Unsub. But we don’t really have cases where we have to predict where the unsub may strike next.”
The young FBI agent reasoned, “It’s crazy, but you get used to it. Soon, it’s just another part of life.”
“I don’t think I would want to get used to this kind of stuff.” You couldn’t help your mind from drifting to the deceivingly peaceful form you had observed earlier that day.
For a moment, Spencer stopped his efficient actions. He was thinking. “... ‘Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me. The Carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.’ Emily Dickinson.”
“She looked at death like it was such a peaceful thing. Like it was a new beginning.” Your tone was more bittersweet than you had ever heard it sound.
He turned toward you. Spencer headed for a seat next to yours at the conference room table. “Maybe that’s what it is: just another part of life.”
“We investigate death everyday...but we never talk about what comes after.”
The young man smirked slightly, “They obsessed over it enough in the 1800s. Is there even a need to think too much about it anymore?”
Surprisingly, that got you to laugh. You and Spencer Reid sat there in the conference room, laughing about your elders’ morbid curiosities.
***
“Happy Monday,” you greeted as you descended the stairs into the basement.
Gibbs looked up from his fifth boat-in-progress. “Happy Monday, L/n.”
Similar to everyone else on the team, Gibbs had a unique relationship with you. You hadn’t known Gibbs as long as he’d known Ducky, but the two of you were very close. However, you didn’t think you’d ever be as important to him as Abby.
Anyway, you and Gibbs had a standing arrangement for dinner every Monday night. It was never anything fancy, nothing with Gibbs ever was. Dinner with the senior agent usually consisted of two orders of Chinese food in his basement.
“Making slow progress with this one, aren’t you?” you questioned, referring to Gibbs’ latest woodwork.
He responded, “Doesn’t matter how long it takes, as long as it’s done right.”
“Yes, sir,” you chuckled. You pulled out the meals while Gibbs set up a makeshift table and chairs.
About ten minutes later, your boss interrupted what you though was your usual, comfortable silence. “You seem preoccupied.”
“I am,” you admitted, “It’s the FBI case.”
He looked you over, then went back to eating. Then, Gibbs easily stated, “It’s not just that.”
You stared at him hard, trying to come up with something else to say besides the truth. You sighed and repeated him, “It’s not just that, but this isn’t your area of expertise.”
Once more, all it took was a look.
“It’s a guy, Gibbs. A cute, kind, and smart guy.” You met his gaze because you expected that that would be enough for him to back off.
Jarringly (for you, anyway), Gibbs didn’t give up. He continued to stare is Gibbs stare right into your soul.
“Agent Spencer Reid,” you gave in, revealing the boy’s name. “Has a higher IQ than me...Eh, he has 187. I have--”
He gave your score for you, “186.”
“So, it doesn’t really count.”
Gibbs chuckled, then agreed, “No, it doesn’t.”
After about an hour, dinner was done. You headed home, but not before mulling over the fact that you had just talked romance with Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Maybe you were closer with him than you had previously thought.
***
The next morning, you were woken up at 5 A.M. with a phone call from Hotch. At first, you were concerned as to why you weren't notified earlier. You launched out of bed and began to quickly get dressed. Hotch grew hesitant. He didn't seem to want you to go to the crime scene. You didn’t know why. You insisted that you were a federal agent just as he was, and that you had every right to be at any crime scene that had to do with a case you were legally working.
On your way to where the BAU was, you continued to think about the team. They apparently took you in as one of their own after just one day of working with you. It reminded you of your connections with your almost-family at NCIS. You didn’t mind it, and you were actually warming up to the idea. The only thing you had a problem with was when it interfered with your job. Hotch did that when he tried to keep you from a crime scene. You knew he was trying to protect you, but you were wondering from what.
The newest crime scene was an abandoned warehouse. Spencer was standing outside, on the phone with someone as you pulled up. When you got out of your car, he handed the phone to Agent Morgan.
Morgan smiled to himself as he walked away. “Baby, how you always bring such beautiful light in this world is beyond me...Love you, sweetheart.”
“Who was that on the phone?” you inquired.
Spencer answered, “Penelope Garcia...Our technical analyst.”
“Co-workers are allowed to date each other on your side?”
That last question made him smile. “Nope. And they’re not dating.”
“...Huh.”
“Huh indeed.”
Sighing, you then cracked your neck. “Alright. In we go.” You brushed around Spencer and headed toward the entrance of the warehouse.
You were surprised when Spencer took hold of your shoulders and stepped back in front of you.
He seemed as concerned as Hotchner, if not more. “Listen, Y/n. Remember that conversation we had yesterday? You said that you didn’t think you ever wanted to get used to the death that we see. Y/n, there’s a lot of death in there.”
“No one in this hemisphere can tell you what the unsub is aiming for in there besides me. If we catch this guy, it’ll save everyone from more death than what could be in there.”
Still, Spencer didn’t let you go.
“...Please, Spencer.”
The boy gave you a look that reminded you of a puppy. He stepped aside.
A few steps later, you were inside. Turns out, a few steps were all you could take. Fifteen people. Three of them were children. It was a long time before you were able to breathe again.
When you did take a breath, JJ and Emily were at your side. Not that you were complaining. You would need someone to steady you if your knees buckled.
Hotch came up to the three of you. “This is why I didn’t want you coming here, L/n.”
“...I’ve never seen a massacre like this...” You still weren’t sure you could remain on your feet.
Rossi approached. “Do you need to leave for a second?”
“The Preparation of a Dead Girl...and/or Wife...all the public knows is that it was released sometime in the 1850s,” you slowly breathed out the words after you swallowed. With your knees shaking, you made your way closer to the scene. “He put rods in them to pose them correctly compared to the painting...They were still alive when he put the rods in place.”
It was hard for you to understand how, but you made it through the rest of the day. Everyone in the BAU could obviously tell you continued to be affected by the most recent crime scene, and you hated that they were all walking on eggshells around you. The bottom line was that you didn’t let it affect your job, and you didn’t see why everyone was treating you differently. Okay, maybe you did see why. It was the same reason why Gibbs let Abby ramble on about the little things sometimes. Family. You were already part of the BAU’s family.
***
Later that night, you were back home. Your apartment was small, but you didn’t mind. You still found a way to fit all the books and art supplies you wanted in your home.
There was a knock at your door.
“Hiya, Spencer,” you softly greeted. You left your door open for him to enter through. You returned to your seat at your pottery wheel. “I hope you don’t mind if I keep working on this while you’re here. It centers me.” You got quieter. “...It calms me down.”
For a moment, Spencer was silent. “How long have you been in the field?” His question was gentle, unaccusing.
“Do people get annoyed when you profile them in social situations, Dr. Reid?” Your tone didn’t hold any malice, either.
He smirked, “All the time.”
It was your turn to be silent as you resolved to answer Spencer’s question. “Gibbs and I first met when he and his team were working a case at the University I taught at. He came to see me for some time after that. Most of the time it was to use my intellect on other cases he was working...I’m quite proud to say I was one of the few friends he had outside of the agency. Well, until I joined the agency.” You paused as you chuckled. “He recruited me back in ‘03, and I’ve been with the team ever since.”
Spencer waited. He could tell you weren’t finished.
“Only...,” you sighed, accepting that you couldn’t hide the following fact from him. “I’ve only been allowed at crime scenes for about a year or so. Gibbs is fiercely protective of me, and it took me years to get him to let me into the field...Man, I hope he doesn’t find out I acted today. He would never let me see a dead body again...not even in Ducky’s autopsy.” You said that last part more to yourself.
He smiled at you from his chair. “I think you acted perfectly fine today, Y/n.”
“Betcha Agent Rossi didn’t think so,” you chuckled, “He was read to dodge my vomit when I showed up today.” You stopped talking for a moment when your mind jumped back to the bloody warehouse. “...Your team doesn’t think I’m fit to be in the field.”
Spencer almost matter-of-factly stated, “They don’t think that.”
“Well, what do they think?” The vase you had been working on was thrown off balance on the pottery wheel. You set to work fixing it.
The male agent never moved his eyes from you. “They care about you, Y/n...I do, too.”
You were thankful you had your craft to focus on, it helped you hide your smile. “I know that, Spencer...I know that.”
Spencer stayed for the next few hours. Nothing physical happened. You eventually put away your pottery and broke out some wine. The two of you spent the night talking about arts, literature, and maybe other things that the two of you needed to discuss.
***
The following day, you made it to the local police station by 7 A.M. You first stop was the conference room where Spencer was already studying the map as closely as the last time the two of you had been in that room.
“Did you even sleep last night?” You inquired as you set your things down in one of the chairs.
As expected, Spencer barely glanced in your direction as you found a seat for yourself. He was already too immersed in his work. “I actually kind of slept in today...I have you and Walt Whitman to thank for that.” Surprising you, Spencer glanced over his shoulder and caught your gaze.
His inside joke got you to throw your head back in laughter. “Alright, Spencer. Here’s what I want you to do.” You hurled yourself out of your chair, and moved to stand next to the young agent. “I want you to explain this map to me. You don’t even have a key for it.”
Spencer shrugged, “It’s easy enough. These are parks, these are obviously areas of water, and this right here is a Chuck E. Cheese, so these marks mean places entertainment--”
“What?”
He pointed to a part of the map that was less than five blocks away from the second crime scene. “This mark right here is a Chuck E. Cheese. Which means--”
“No Spencer, you don’t understand. NCIS had a body at a Chuck E. Cheese. There can’t be too many of these in this area. This is very close to the second crime scene, but not close enough that it would make sense for the unsub to still be on foot. What if the unsub was walking home and the former marine saw the weapon? The unsub has used the same gun in every killing. He would have to take it home with him. The unsub could live in this area!” You drew a circle with your finger of a quarter mile radius around the second crime scene.
Spencer didn’t agree. “I don’t know, Y/n. All of this seems highly circumstantial. Couldn’t this all be a coincidence?”
“There are no such thing as coincidences,” you shook your head.
It was enough to get Gibbs and the rest of the team to work with the BAU on the case. Within the hour, most of your NCIS family were present in the local police department.
Hotch greeted Gibbs with a handshake. “Pleasure to meet you, Agent Gibbs. I wish it could be under better circumstances.”
Gibbs nodded, “The feeling is mutual, Agent Hotchner.”
“Your Agent Y/n has proven to be very impressive.”
There was a blink-and-you-miss-it twitch of the lips for Gibbs. For half of a moment, he smiled. “That’s why I recruited them.”
Meanwhile, you were still in the conference room with Spencer. Tony, Ziva, and McGee had joined the two of you. You were explaining the details of he case to your three coworkers.
As usual, Tony got off topic as soon as he could. “So, Agent Reid” Tony was nose to nose with the uncomfortable FBI agent, “you’re just a hybrid of McGeek and L/n, aren’t you?” He sniffed the air. “I think I smell a bit of Palmer on you as well.”
Spencer looked anywhere but Tony. “I don’t know who Palmer is.”
“He’s our medical examiner’s assistant, Spencer,” you clarified, “Tony, what the hell are you doing?”
Ziva tried to help you out. “Leave the poor kid alone.”
Suddenly, Gibbs entered the room with Hotch. The rest of the BAU were behind them. Before Tony noticed their presence, Gibbs was already behind the movie expert. Tony received a slap to the back of the head.
Gibbs leveled voice suggested, “Yeah, Tony. Leave Agent Reid alone.”
Tony grimaced, “Yes, sir.” As he moved to the conference room table, Tony passed by you. He whispered in your ear in his usual, quick way, “You’ll be the dominate one in the relationship.”
Naturally, you were mortified by his words. How had he figured out so quickly what was going on between you and Spencer? Was it really that obvious? Was it distracting from the case? You hoped it wasn’t. You glanced around. No one seemed to notice Tony’s exchange with you. Except for maybe Gibbs, whom you could’ve almost sworn that he’d shot a knowing smirk in your direction.
Hotch directed, “Agent L/n, could you tell everyone what you’ve put together?”
"NCIS’s victim was murdered less that five blocks away from the BAU’s second crime scene. Eleven of the fifteen victims in the fourth crime scene were taken from the same quarter mile radius.”
Emily Prentiss added, “All of our earlier victims were from all over the state. Do you think our unsub is devolving in that he can’t wait long enough to go too far to find his victims anymore?”
“Yes,” you agreed, “It would also explain how Colonel Wilfred, the victim from NCIS connects to the other murders without reflecting any of Courbet’s paintings.”
JJ, suddenly got a notification on her phone. “There’s been two more reports of missing individuals in the same area. Both were white women in their twenties...about 220 ponds...they look like our second and third victims.” She looked worriedly from her phone to you.
“The Hammock and The Sleeping Spinner...,” you whispered the second and third crimes to yourself in order. “...He could be going after Young Ladies on the Banks of Seine. It makes sense with his running chronological theme. The reason why they look so alike with the previous victims is because it was rumored Courbet used his sisters for a lot of his portraits. Out unsub might be trying to replicate the likeness in Gustave’s muses.”
Hotch directed, “Alright. We may have some time to save these two women. Spencer, stick with the geographical profiling. Rossi, Prentiss, canvass Jones Avenue through Tenth Boulevard. JJ, Morgan, take Damien Road through Johnson Street. I’ll stay here and run point.”
Gibbs instructed his own team, “Y/n, stay here and work with Reid. McGee, Tony: Dischem through Clark. Ziva, you and I will take Harren to Williams.”
With the whole police department, along with most of Gibbs and Hotch’s team canvassing, it was likely the unsub’s house would be found within the following few hours.
Meanwhile, you and Spencer were back in the nearly empty police station. The two of you were in separate conference room chairs, and you both were staring at that map. It had delivered an extremely helpful break in the case, but it seemed to have done all it could. Hotch was in another room with the police captain, so you and Spencer were left to your own devices.
That was, until a secretary came running into the conference room. “Help! We need help!”
Both you and Spencer launched out of your respective seats.
“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked, alarmed.
The secretary elaborated, “A girl called the tip line. She sounds terrified. She claims to be Samantha Hawford, one of--”
“the missing women,” both you and Spencer finished with the secretary.
“Connect us, please,” you requested as calmly as you could.
She silently nodded, and quickly left the room.
Seconds later, a line lit up on the phone in the conference room. It turned out to actually be Samantha. She was hysterical, but you eventually got her to calm down enough to communicate.
Earlier, she had stolen the unsub’s phone, and she was waiting for a safe time to call the tip line she had seen a lot on T.V.
While you encouraged Samantha to keep talking, Spencer called Garcia. She traced the phone call for the two of you.
A minute later, you knew where Samantha was. You were on your way out with Spencer when Hotch gave you his blessing to go. It was obvious neither you nor Spencer were going to wait for Hotchner’s agreement.
You and Spencer were able to get to Samantha's location in fifteen minutes. Which was good because five minutes into your journey, the unsub found Samantha and hung up the phone. You prayed the unsub kept her alive long enough for you and Spencer to get there.
When the two of you did arrive, the unsub was about to stab the other girl with the first metal rod when you and Spencer found them. He had both the girls tied up as he prepared to stab them with the metal rods and shoot them in the heart.
At first, Spencer tried to talk him down. It was obvious that it was going no where.
“I can make sure the world knows of your works of art,” you suddenly lied, surprising yourself. “People took pictures of your crime--masterpieces. They could be hung anywhere and everywhere. You could become even more famous than Corbet. But let me tell you: if you hurt these two girls, no one will ever know who you are. Not your name, and not your face.”
Chillingly, there was hope in the killer’s eyes. As you’d guessed, he looked a lot like Gustave Courbet himself. You could see why he wanted to use Courbet’s image to make himself famous.
Eventually, you got the killer to turn over his weapons, and turn himself in. You cuffed him yourself. By then, your team, the local police, and the BAU had arrived. You turned the killer over to the local P.D. The two girls were crying as they thanked you profusely for saving them. You tried to push their attention away from you. It didn’t work too well.
Once all the chaos was over, you were back at the police station, gathering your things.
Hotch addressed you, making you turn around. “Agent L/n.”
“Uh...Yes, sir?”
His whole team was with him. “We would like to thank you for your work on this case.”
Morgan complimented, “We couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s true,” you reasoned, “I mean, you guys have Spencer. He probably would've figured things out just as fast as me.. Well, almost as fast as me.”
Spencer smiled in a way that was contagious. “Don’t try to brush this off, Y/n. You know how important you are.”
Hotch continued, “That’s actually what we wanted to talk to you about. You’ve shown promising capabilities as a profiler, and we want you to know that there’s a place for you on our team.”
“Wait. On your guys’ team? In the FBI?” You were nearly in shock. “I...I don’t know what to say.”
JJ offered, “Well, we would really like it if you agreed.”
“...I can’t. I’m sorry guys, but NCIS is my home. They’re my family there. I mean, honestly, in these past few days, you guys have kind become my family to, but I don’t think I could leave NCIS. At least not right now.”
For the first time, you saw Aaron Hotchner truly smile. “It’s alright. The job’s here for you whenever you want it.”
“Thank you.” You were sincerely grateful.
Thee rest of the team left, but Spencer hung back.
“You know,” you sweetly took his hand in yours, ”my not joining has nothing to do with you.”
He squeezed your hand in his. “I know, but it would’ve been nice to see you more often.”
“I guess we’re going to have to make it work as is,” you smirked.
Keeping his gaze on your intertwined hands, Spencer chuckled. “Yeah, I guess we are.”
Slowly, you leaned in to kiss the boy.
At first, Spencer kept his hand in yours. Then, he moved both arms around you, pulling you in close.
Your hands were o his chest, but you soon snaked them around his neck to get lost in his hair.
Okay, so you were beginning to regret your choice not to join the BAU just a little bit.
***
Before you went home that night, you went back to NCIS. Spencer had to go back to Quantico to get some paperwork done, so you couldn’t spend the night with him. You decided to go back to NCIS to do the same thing.
“Y/n! Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!” Right outside the elevator doors, a certain adorable forensic scientist was waiting for you.
Practically catching the incoming woman, you tried to keep her steady on her feet. “Hi, Abby! How’ve you been?”
She was almost vibrating with excitement. “I’m completely fine. It’s you I wanna know about! How were Fornell’s friends at the FBI? Were they mean? They treated you nicely, right?” Abby continued on with the onslaught of questions until you got to your desk.
When you sat down, you looked up to Abby as you searched your mind for a way to tell her you needed quiet right then.
Gibbs beat you to it. He had been sitting at his desk. You only noticed him when he gathered his few things to leave. He stopped by your desk and explained, “Abby, it’s late and they’re tired. Leave them alone.”
With a quick, slightly intimidated glance to Gibbs and a “Sorry, Y/n,” and wave to you, Abby was gone.
However, Gibbs stayed behind a bit longer to knowingly ask, “So, you didn’t take the job, huh?”
“No,” you tiredly smiled, “I’m staying right here, boss.”
It was then that Gibbs did something that he very rarely did. He returned a smile. “Good,” was his final statement before Gibbs left for the night.
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In the end, you made sure the killer’s name was never released to the public. You didn’t want anything to be given to the distributed criminal mind. However, you knew that some name needed to be given to the person behind the painting-based murders. You just expected it to have something to do with Gustave Courbet himself. You didn’t expect the previously unknown subject to be called The Chuck E. Cheese Killer. The nickname ended a pizza franchise.
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Jo Martinez thoughts
I really like her. I thought the writing was stronger on the front half of the season and took some missteps on the second half, though.
I really liked how it started out - she’s a widow in her 30s, so she’s alienated from other people in her age cohort who have partners and kids. Hanson, for example, tries to reach out to her, but there’s a barrier there. She can’t share the parent stories, or the married people jokes. And if she goes by his house for dinner his family would be wonderful to her, but it would be, for her, like watching all this happiness that was taken from her. In addition to being just sort of awkward... what do we talk about? What do we have in common?
Are they going to pity me and try to hide it or try to push me to get back to living sooner than I can so I’ll have to feel guilty about that?
In the middle of that experience, the two people she bonds with the closest are outside her age group. First there’s Henry, who’s in a similar spot as her: seemingly 30something, should be living the prime of his life, but he’s basically a widower and the grief is still fresh for him because of how time passes for him and his lingering questions. He instantly understands where she’s coming from. He offers quiet understanding and acceptance that she feels. He tells her the things he himself has struggled with doing, like finding a way to really live again after a bereavement. But he doesn’t push and being around him doesn’t feel raw with guilt or pity or awkwardness like it does with other people who seem to be her same age.
I LOVED all of that. It recognized that if certain tragedies or other things befall you in life, you can end up as alienated from your “proper” age cohort as Henry is from people who are the age he seems to be. That was some thoughtful writing IMO. I’ve definitely felt that myself. For other reasons than Jo’s but it was still satisfying to see that acknowledged - and so lovely how it created a bond between these two people who were otherwise so different.
Jo then bonds with her lieutenant, Joanna Reece, over the guy she had to kill and the burdens of their chosen profession. Reece is older and has a perspective that, again, is accepting. She knows when to understand and when to push a bit. They hang out together at the shooting range and it feels like real companionship. I really liked that. I wish they had continued to develop that: what if throwing herself into work and wanting to rise (to take an LT test herself or something? Forgive me, I don’t know how the NYPD works) was part of how Jo coped?
Instead, well, first the plotlines mesh up, with Henry having to kill for the first time in 200 years - that switching of roles, where suddenly she’s the “expert” in this grief and able to lend him acceptance and advice was really great. Dovetailed well, allowed Jo to have her own story but also... well, you know, Jo is to Henry what Ash is to Michael over on DSC: well written love interest (though Jo IMO started out as also a second lead and that felt like it waned a bit? IDK.) What’s happening to them has to relate to what’s happening to the lead because that’s how narrative economy works
I thought it was a rather elegant way of making it work though. So it was all good up to that point! And they could have gone some other directions with the echoes/resonances, maybe dealt with Jo’s family more? Since Henry’s story is all about family in this lovely way. IDK.
But then they made what I felt was their one major misstep, which was starting the romance plot full gear for her *before* the “secret reveal” plot. Henry’s prior major loves, Nora and Abigail, both found out after they were in love with him and responded according to their own personalities (Nora was a very normal person who couldn’t handle it, Abigail had the inner grit to embrace it, though she did struggle too as she got older especially).
Okay, so they’ve done that pattern twice - woman falls in love, finds out. Why not let Jo find out as a close friend first? Keep the romance on a slooooow boil. Let her go through all the wonderful angst and complexities of being in on the secret as a dear, close friend. Becoming part of the kin group: I especially think her and Abe would have a lot of bonding to do. Abe has been quite lonely in his singular role of knowing and looking out for his dad. That could have been lovely! And then she could, over the next few seasons, actually be unique: the first person to fall in love with this guy knowing him as he truly is, rather than having to adjust after.
I particularly would have LOVED if she’d actually got to spend some time knowing that he was like her, a widower who feels displaced in part because of that loss. Instead it’s all just this subtext that she feels the depth of and we get but she is not allowed to understand.
It would also mean that when Henry finally discovers that Abigail is dead for certain he would be able to turn to Jo about that and we could get that from another angle, their bonding as a widower and widow. And, for his part, I think Henry needed to be shoved into the deep end IMO re: having his secret revealed and letting go of control on his end and then choosing to stay and deal with that with Jo.
Instead, in keeping the secret from her so long and turning up the flame on the romance from her pov - well, it keeps her sidelined from what is the real emotional/thematic/plot core of the show. So she has to be in the unfortunate role of being lied to and deceived at every turn, of playing a barrier to plot progression, someone to be gotten around. And, since Henry isn’t letting go of control, her falling while he’s still lying to her feels like the power dynamic emotionally which was so keenly balanced and lovely goes a bit wobbly.
I was delighted that the finale ended with her pushing for real answers! And I felt Abe’s “tell her!” in my bones. But even if that had been the first plot of S2, I do still think the choice to have the romance plot heat up faster than the secret reveal would have been a less than optimal option. For my tastes.
No shade on the series: it wasn’t a fatal mistake or terribly awful or anything. But I did feel like they kept all the plates spinning better in the first half of the season. Still, I really enjoyed the special stuff they did with her story (an actual 30something “displaced” from time/her age cohort vs. our lead who just looks like it) and I liked the romance in theory and in execution most of the time, just not as much in the final arc of S1.
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this post is all over the place but here’s a super long update if you care lmao
So it’s officially been one month since i’ve been on this marketing internship in Prague which is basically working a full time marketing job without the pay (duh, Grace) lol I really thought I was going to be filing papers and going on coffee runs, but nope this is the real deal. I didn’t even get a day to fix my jetlag nor was I eased into the job. The day after I arrived I had 15 minutes to learn about all the projects everyone was working on, got acquainted with the office and the other interns, then started on all my tasks. To give you an idea of what I’ve been up to, my first week here I had to think of several marketing ideas for a local company and had to present them to the owner. The Stress and nerves had me on bed rest that weekend ngl lol. The owner loved the presentation, but I couldn’t help but be so hard on myself. I felt so underprepared I didn’t expect to be thrown into the field at full speed. I literally felt like the Mr. Krabs meme. I was shookington. I thought college and a regular part time job was hectic, but wow I was not prepared for job that required 110% of my time and mind. What I mean by that is I was/am technically working on four different projects and each of them need to be unique aka I can’t repeat ideas. I learned to trust myself and just trust that if I did my best…. it would just had to be enough. I can only learn from my mistakes and find a way to improve myself every day. Those “do one thing to be better than yesterday” quotes were always cute, but they have been extremely relevant this summer. That’s been such an important lesson and habit. Some other things I was up to is sometimes the company gets invited to special private events so so far I’ve attended two events. The first one being some networking event with a panel so different CEO’s discussed the future of tech & marketing and answered questions, then another event where the communications director of Manolo (shoe goals) spoke on the brand. Even got to meet her she was so sweet! Last week I got sent on my first official business trip to Poland to meet with different Korean companies at an expo! I had to basically see and negotiate potential products to market in the US and Latin America. Crazy. I loved every second of it. I’ve been meaning to write for a few weeks now so my thoughts are probably a little all over the place, but now is when I feel like I finally have the time and energy to sit down and catch up on a blog even if no one reads this lmaoo. It’s wild how a month and a half ago I left my job at the bank with a heavy heart and had my summer classes get cancelled/wasn’t able to register for any new one’s since they were all full. I was so close to doing nothing all summer except go job hunting again so this trip was such a blessing. It’s super challenging I’m not gonna lie. I feel like I’ve grown so much from being here. I’ve had to get out of my comfort zone in every single sense of the word. I’ve had to depend on myself mentally and emotionally in different ways than I’ve had to back home. I know this sounds super dramatic lol, but honestly this is the first time I’ve been away from my home, family, friends, city, for more than two weeks. Taking such a huge step without my family around has been difficult. It’s how I imagine it would have been like if I moved away for college. I’m going through “real life with training wheels” because I’m staying with family here so I’m not 100% on my own, but that’s the farthest thing from perfect. Like.. my extended family is going through some hell shit and I feel like I’m in the middle of it so I can’t escape it. I guess that’s where my desperate homesickness comes from. I was SO ready to go home I even asked if I could book a flight after TWO weeks of being here. That’s how desperate I was to go back home. I never talk about my personal life, but I will say that my actual home life, thankfully, is healthy. No relationship/family is perfect don’t get it twisted, but my parents learned from the mistakes of their families/friends and tried very hard to raise my sibling and I in a peaceful home. Don’t take this as the “I’m the best because my parents don’t hate each other can’t relate sweetie (: just be happy and drink tea” way because that’s not what I’m saying at all lol. Sadly, toxic families are everywhere, but reading/hearing about a household that is going through a nasty divorce with unhealthy drama happening every single day is completely different than actually experiencing/witnessing it with my own two naked eye balls. Especially from my own relative. I know this makes me sound immature or naive or whatever, but I mean… I’ve never lived anywhere else so I never knew anything other than my own family dynamic ya know? My empathy for children and teenagers who have to go through what I’ve been seeing on a daily basis has grown so much. Again, this isn’t a show off way of me saying “my life is semi-perfect” (no one’s is) I’m literally saying the change has helped me understand and appreciate the importance of a healthy home so much which… isn’t a bad thing. I’d rather learn this now seeing it from afar than with regret later on in my life. I’m genuinely so heartbroken and empathetic for every single person going through this much toxicity especially my own cousin who will have to grow up with the issues her parents are making alone. The biggest takeaway is I know what the fuck NOT to tolerate in relationships. If I thought my tolerance was low, now it’s even lower I’m not putting up with any bullshit ever wow. Now none of this would matter if I only got to work then go home and mind my business, but nah it’s not like that. An argument happened? Guess who gets some insults and bad attitude. Me. Since why did my extended family think it’s okay to disrespect and insult me for everything??? Don’t even get me started on the side comments about my weight :)) All I do is try to stay hydrated and mind my business! lmaofdnsfds. I guess that’s where the mental and emotional challenge comes from. I’ve never been a super emotional person literally the last time I cried from emotion was the day of the musical in high school because I messed up on stage and was super embarrassed. That was literally 4 years ago in April. I’ve had like two mental breakdowns already not including the countless times I’ve had to calm myself down, do some breathing exercises, and mentally try to disconnect from the fuckery. The hardest times being when I’m in public. I NEVER talk back tho which is weird because I hardly ever bite my tongue I’m quick to defend myself, but deep down I know the aggression stems from all these problems.. plus I try to tell myself it’s not that deep and I’m leaving in less than a month. I know I won’t have to deal with this ever ever again. Also honestly staying quiet gets everyone on my side because people see the way I’m spoken to and are like “wtf ignore it you’re doing great”. Lol I wish I could go into more detail because there is SO much tea I can spill, but for privacy (and maybe legal idk?) reasons I’m going to stay quiet. Another intern who started seeing the verbal abuse asked me about everything so I confided in her about all the drama and she’s like “wooow everything makes sense things were worse when before you got here” kjndvdf we were super tight it was so great :’) but she left and everything changed when the fire nation attacked. Honestly, everyone I work/have worked with have been so great. I only got close with like two or three tho but still everyone is so nice lol. So yeah even though the work experience here is amazing and something I will value for the rest of my life, the home life aspect is fucked up. I’m even trying to convince my parents to sell this plot to Lifetime lmao it’s THAT dramatic. *sigh* Some other news is I was supposed to be in Spain right now. I literally Uber’ed myself and my grandmother all the way to the airport yesterday morning, show up to the check-in counter with a smile and bags in hand just so they could tell me “Sorry, you don’t show up on our system” to my face. I’ve never had an issue with my flight so the room was spinning a lil and was low key panicking because 1. English isn’t anyone’s first language here 2. I was abroad and had no idea what to do because I didn’t even make the reservation so I had to call two different airlines and try to resolve the MESS, but nothing was resolved they fucked up my booking from the beginning so only my return flight was paid for not the departure :) so after easily deciding I was NOT going to pay $580 for a one-way outbound ticket, I had to quickly figure out my next move. (PRO TIP: ALWAYS BOOK DIRECTLY WITH COMPANIES THEY’LL WORK WITH YOU AND REFUND YOU IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG. EVEN IF YOU SEE A CHEAPER PRICE ON ONE OF THOSE TRAVEL SITES SOMEONE TOLD ME THEY’LL PRICE MATCH YOU AND EVEN GIVE YOU DIFFERENT FLIGHT ACCOMMODATIONS LIKE CHANGING LAYOVER FLIGHTS IT’S MAGICAL). Everyone I’m living with went to Spain the day before, so after bending over backwards to try and get the house key from my grandmother who already passed through security (she couldn’t wait for me bc the guy at security had 5 min to wheelchair her to her gate), I found a way to contact her (a blessing bc if not I would have had to stay at a hotel or something) and had her hand me the keys back to our place. I didn’t have the patience to take a bus back to the city so I paid the extra fare to Uber back home. The weird part is I’m not even mad. After calling the airlines, contacting my parents, contacting my family already in Spain that I wouldn’t be going, I was just… chilling. Got some groceries and I’ve been living la vida loca just eating and watching netflix lol. Sure, I wanted to go see a new country and even try to see the town my great grandparents were from, but if there’s anything I learned this year is… everything happens for a reason. I think it would have been an amazing trip, but there’s a reason I didn’t get to travel this weekend. Theres a reason I had to leave my job at the bank. Theres a reason I’m here in Prague in the first place. There’s a reason I’m witnessing this entire Mess. I guess there’s some growth in that too you know what I mean? Younger me would have probably combusted in hatred and be extremely negative and complain that “my life sucks” when in reality it’s fine it’s just in general, shitty things happen…. but life won’t stop for anybody not even me. On the bright side, some good lessons came out of this experience. Forget 2016, this was the real year of realizing things™. I’m going back to Miami with a completely different drive and mindset. For example, I knew school is important and I get good grades, but my attitude towards my education is COMPLETELY different now. Being “good” just isn’t good enough for me anymore. With my grades now I could get into a “good” grad school, but now I don’t even want “good” I want something better. I want great I want the best I want to work my ass off to get into an AMAZING school. I still don’t know everything or even want I want 100%, but this trip has helped me change how I plan to approach/execute my future goals. That “oh I guess I’ll work someday idk that’s a long time from now so I don’t care I’ll worry about it another day” won’t cut it anymore. Now that I’m thinking about it, a lot of things need changing when I get back. Which speaking of getting back, I’m counting down the days I’m so excited I leave at the end of the month ayee!! Lol okay I feel like I’m just rambling at this point. There were a few more things I wanted to say buut………… I forgot it so I’ll just end it here and make a new post if I remember lol. Even if no one reads this, future me will and she’ll remember how the Ctrl album from SZA was playing in the background while writing this and probably cringe at how bittersweet this whole experience/year has been.
TLDR I learned a lot on this internship (good and bad) and I’m basically going back home a new person :-)
#even tho i didn't mention everything in this post i'm only talking about this summer internship..#i've changed so much this year. I've really grown tf up I don't even recognize January me anymore lol
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DCOM Rankings #64: Read it and Weep
So this used to be one of my favorite DCOMs ever. I think it’s because I found it so relatable at the time. I was 11 and puberty was just starting for me, so throughout the first years of it, this movie was one of the things I related to as far as Disney channel goes.
So how does it hold up now that I’m 25, about to be 26? Eh, as usual, not AS well, but still good! Let’s talk about it.
Okay, flaws:
- the biggest flaw here is the pacing. The first act of the movie took place within the first 20 ish minutes or so. I never realized watching it how quickly the book came out. I felt like we needed to spend a little more time with IS and Jamie’s relationship, and how her journal was her most personal thing to her. It went much too quickly, and it didn’t need to because the second half seemed so dragged out. Yes it was all important, but it all needed to equal out better.
- the only other flaw that I can think of is the characters overall. I thought they were pretty generic. Jamie and IS were the only interesting characters, which is good because they were the main ones, but none of the side characters were interesting. Just regular high school stereotypes. The love interest was honestly the most boring. His only personality was trying to get Jamie to notice him and it was his whole plot line.
-lastly this isn’t much of a flaw as it is a logic thing. But do you really think you would get all that publicity for being a national bestselling author of a young adult novel? Like meeting celebrities and such? Idk it all felt so weird. But I guess it all ended as fast as it started so, maybe it’s a 15-minutes-of-fame kinda thing.
As far as good things go, the overall story, while it’s something we’ve seen before, put a unique spin on it with this movie. And for me personally I still remember relating a lot to this movie, specifically the main character Jamie. I don’t relate to her as much anymore but the nostalgia was really there. I was a very shy kid and I wrote fanfics based on different animated movies I liked, starting from when I was 12 all the way through...now I guess. But I do it much more casually now than I used to. I used to make up all these characters and stories that would all just come from my head or I would take pieces and parts of scenes that I liked from other movies and make an entirely new story. I was so imaginative in my younger days. Now I’m all technical. For example right now I’m casually writing a fanfic, basically re-writing Frozen to a story that I would have liked to see, instead of the movie we got. Things like characters, plot lines, pacing, are in my head whereas when I was a preteen/teenager, I was just wanting to write what felt good.
Sorry, off topic. What I mean to say it I relate to Jamie because I hid my personal writings from my family/friends, and I still kind of do. My bf doesn’t even know this part of my life, and I kinda want to keep it that way, not because I’m embarrassed, but because it’s something that’s entirely me that I can still keep to myself. I’ve told him literally everything else. Anyway, seeing Jamie’s personal journal be widespread across her school, I absolutely felt the shame and embarrassment she had that came from it. I also related to Jamie’s struggles as she tried to navigate through high school and boys. I just wanted to ZAP my problems away too. And that’s where IS comes in. She’s the person Jamie wanted to be, someone who was cool, popular, and everyone’s hero. And I thought it was such a smart decision to have these characters be played by the two panamaker sisters. They play off each other so well. At first you think IS is great! But over the course of the movie, IS turns out to be someone who just wants to be liked by everyone, who craves fame and attention, and is willing to turn down her friendships to make sure she’s always on top. IS is the representation of “good intentions”. Secondly, IS isn’t even a real person, she’s part of Jamie’s imagination and Jamie feels as if IS is in control because she was obviously cool, and popular, and magical. And what was Jamie...?
It wasn’t until the end of the movie that Jamie realized that she has a really good life with good friends, and she almost threw it all away. Jamie was chasing a literal fantasy where everything was “perfect”. Turns out reality isn’t so sweet. She also was struggling with some low-self esteem and low self-confidence, using IS as a manifestation of someone without that lack of confidence. It’s honestly really interesting to me that they made IS a real character, even if it’s all in Jamie’s mind. Jamie finally came to the conclusion that SHE was the one in control, not IS. And that all this fantasy was something she can create and un-create as she pleases. Similar to real life, that she’s in control of her own life and needs to make the best of it if she wants it to get better.
There isn’t too much more to say about the movie because the rest of it is kind of a generic “power and fame goes to their head” movie. So you see Jamie getting interviews, meet and greets, book signings, parties, etc. living that famous life that girls like me dreamed of! But it wasn’t enough because she turned into a major jerk. I honestly don’t mind this plot line because the characters get what they deserve. Jamie was being a jerk but thought she was doing the right thing, but in turn her friends dismiss her. It’s more so that Jamie learns a big lesson. and it’s a good lesson so I have nothing against it.
So I think this warrants an A or A+ from me. I mean, I don’t like it as much now as I used to, so I will probably knock it down to an A, but hey that’s still good in my book! The fact that i still can’t find much wrong with it tells me how great this DCOM is.
The next movie is another sequel. Haven’t really watched much of it, but know some of the songs! So we’ll see if it’s still fun!
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