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bradshawed · 11 months

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Masterchef ft. Mama Seresin

summary — ladies first. it’s chick’s turn to wow jake and she’s scrambling all over the place to get the perfect night together with the help of bob and a rooster sized distraction

warnings — no use of y/n, female reader, fluff, mild cursing, bobby being a sweetheart <3 and rooster being a cockblock

word count — 1k words

Chick’s an anxious sweetheart determined to win and Jake’s Jake (I feel like that sums it up pretty well). Sometimes things might not entirely go according to plan or they may need a little help from the squad but that’s okay. It’s how their family works, they’ve got each other’s backs.

This wasn’t how I’d planned to start off the series and some of it may seem a little out of order but that’s sort of how they work. Hope you all like it and them and feel free to drop in any thoughts or ideas of your own that you’d love me to write for them xx

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Fuck. The time on the oven inched closer to half past seven and the peach cobbler had only just been placed in the oven. You were a flour covered mess and your kitchen counters weren’t looking any better, although it seemed that Bob had avoided the brunt of the explosion. Panic had officially set in as Jake could walk through the door any moment and there was still so much to be done.

Bob, sensing your panic, placed a calming hand on your shoulder, wiping a smudge of flour from your cheek as your body collapsed against his. “You go get ready, I’ll clean up the kitchen and check on Jake’s status and we can set the table together.”

“Are-are you sure? You don’t have to do all this, you’ve done plenty already Robby I-”

“I did it because I want to, and that was an order Chick, go get ready.” You raised an unconvinced eyebrow at the man who’d quickly become a brother figure to you, “Go, you seriously need a shower.”

“Okay, okay I’m going. Thank you for your help, I really couldn’t have done it without you.” You thanked him with a flour covered kiss on the cheek before bounding up the stairs to get your much needed shower.

By the time you’d put on Jake’s your favourite sundress, the kitchen had been cleared, the table set and candles lit, illuminating the room in a soft orangey glow.

There was a note in Bob’s soft cursive sitting next to the oven with little instructions and an apology for looking through your things to find the candles which you really hadn’t minded one bit. He’d signed off the letter with his usual signature adding a small ps on the end mentioning that Jake might be a little late. You chose not to question it as you sat down on the couch waiting for the aviator in question to arrive.

A soft knock came from the door and you scrambled to find the remote to turn off the tv. Nearly falling over yourself in an effort to reach him, you collected yourself for a moment before opening the door with a shaky breath. There he stood dressed in an emerald green shirt to match his gorgeous eyes and black slacks, holding out a beautiful bouquet filled with your favourite flowers.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

You smiled up at him shyly as you accepted the bouquet with a kiss on the cheek, welcoming him inside before he could make one of his usual smart ass comments.

Jake was stunned into silence at the aroma that filled your small house, his feet (once void of his shoes) carried him straight to the kitchen like he was five again in his childhood home.

“Dee- is that-?”

You gently took his hand in yours, bringing him closer to the dishes, as you moved to plate the dinner you’d prepared with Bob’s help.

Bringing the dishes to the table with Jake trailing behind you like a puppy carrying the beers diligently, you felt a nervous pit in the bottom of your stomach. Whether it had been brought on by his reaction or the fact that it was him, you couldn’t tell, but it caused you to wring your hands together once you’d sat down after Jake had kindly pulled your chair out for you.

“You know Chick, I wasn’t expecting this for the first round. It’s not bad but I could definitely show you a thing or two to make it better.”

Jake had flipped back into himself almost immediately while you were both eating. The conversation flowed naturally as you asked each other about anything and everything. You weren’t quite sure what caused it or if you were glad to have that part of him back but it did ease your nerves. This you could do, this was comfortable, it was natural, just one more surprise left, you could do this.

“Don’t worry cowboy, I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve.” You quipped before standing up to retrieve the plates. Jake however, stopped you, taking them in for you while you led the way to the kitchen to plate up dessert.

A pair of arms came to wrap around your waist, trapping you between himself and the counter. “Sorry I was late darlin’ Rooster was being weird and kept stalling for something.”

“Stalling? I’ll have a talk with him later, ask him what’s up.” You had a few ideas, possibly one involving a certain aviator making a phone call to check on Jake’s eta, a phone call you’re guessing went straight to Bradley. You were gonna have to bake something to thank them both.

You entangled yourself out of Jake’s arms carrying the plates to the couch, refusing to let him help you. His pout however, was quickly erased at the first bite to which he let out what sounded like a moan.

“Fuck this is so good! It tastes exactly like my momma’s recipe. Where the hell did you get this from?”

“Made it, from scratch, with Bob’s help..” A smirk creeped up onto your face, “the recipe, I got from Evelyn.”

Jake froze with his spoon halfway to his mouth. “You talked to my mom?” A giggle escaped you as Jake wrapped his arms around your body pressing you into the couch, “No wonder everything tastes so good.” You let a shout of protest at that.

“And you call yourself a momma’s boy but you can’t even tell your mother’s recipes. Shame on you Jacob Thomas Seresin.”

His signature mischievous smile creeped up onto his handsome face, “Oh, you’re gonna get it now sweetheart.” His fingers began to tickle you, your yellow sundress beginning to ride up as you giggled and tried to squirm away from him, begging for him to stop.

Laughter subsided as his movements began to slow down, both of you realising the position you were in causing your faces to heat up. That’s of course, when Bradley decides to walk into your house ranting about how Bob owes him a huge favour.

He pauses, squealing, as he slaps a hand on his eyes, “Are you both decent?”

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thirdtidemouse · 4 months

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hilda characters in taskmaster, if this means anything to anyone:

for context, taskmaster is a show hosted by greg davies and pathetic assistant (/creator) alex horne. each series five comedians are made to do pointless and difficult tasks and are awarded points. it ends up being very very funny and very amicably argumentative.

for now, i'll do my classic 5 faves, but i would love to do more like edmund + some ocs!

hilda - starting with the kids, likely winner. i mean she is the main character, but she has those problem-solving skills and unbeatable enthusiastic spirit (which would definitely take a beating in this godawful game). i considered how different the competition might be given that they're kids? but lenny rush recently competed at 14 and he did awesome. hilda would definitely stand up for herself if she thought her score or the task was unfair but she is a good sport all round. most likely to miss the huge hidden-in-plain-sight clues. here to have fun but not fuck around. all the cheerful demeanor of rob beckett. likes to very gently make fun of alex. would never ever give up.

"what you can't take away from me is that i had an absolutely lovely day."

"people say my ADHD means i have shit problem solving skills. no sir!"

frida - nerdiness to rival josh widdicombe. knows the taskmaster's tricks and snoops all around for clues/hidden solutions. genuine competence and competitiveness of someone like sarah kendall, as indignant and argumentative as ed gamble. the one time she doesn't find the hidden alternative answer is when the main pathway is just 'do a really long maths sum to get the code for the lock' and she just gets on with it because she can. tries not to act overly proud of herself but after a particular stressful win she definitely gets up and cheers. argues with other contestants. gets very annoyed by alex and sometimes tells him to shut up.

"the only way i get out of this with any dignity is if i die right now."

[to a small plush vole] "you've got no chutzpah! your organizational skills are lacklustre, and your timekeeping is abysmal."

david - the awkward swagger of james acaster but absolutely 0 of his winning spirit. definitely a fan-favourite pathetic contestant. the show would wear his psyche down so much he would snap and end up begging for points in a total breakdown à la joe wilkinson. gets genuinely cocky after a rare win. gets very stressed out by alex and is very scared of greg. like mae martin, is initially very nonchalant about the tasks, but can become freaked out quickly. not very good at getting points. ashamed of his failures and overjoyed with his successes. most likely to be given a humiliating solo task.

"please don't take it away from me."

"well well well! looks like last in P.E., first in being a legend!"

johanna - total sweetheart, smiling all the time even when she fucks up and loses, much like charlotte ritchie. although she does fuck up and lose considerably less. less nervous though, here to have fun AND fuck around. a sally phillips approach to tasks, meaning chill as fuck, inconspicuously normal contestant, that consistently produces either the most terribly planned OR the most creatively out of pocket and deranged 'solutions', of which back in the studio she has zero explanation for and can only laugh uncontrollably as if it wasn't entirely her idea. this will inevitably win her a lot of points but she will fall short on something like charlotte ritchie's first prize task, in which she brings in all of her bedding, is told 'you can't just pick up stuff from around your house,' and is given last place. this also makes her place her head in her hands and giggle. her attitude carries charlotte's consistent likeness to a children's tv show host. zaniness and well-spoken ramblings of mike wozniak.

"when you have no other ideas, you stick to your bad idea."

"i was excited, there was fire, i'd been told to undermine a vole and i let him have it."

kaisa - will not embarrass herself for love nor money. could not give a fuck about any of you people and simultaneously is incredibly determined to win. would get increasingly distraught with the incompetence of any teammates in an ed gamble outburst. despite this, is a cooperative and hardworking teammate. would spend long periods of time in silent thought before carrying out her plan with no explanation along the way. like james acaster, does not ever say hello to alex, just because she 'doesn't have to.' generally does not like alex. to quote jamali maddix, 'he's a punk. i don't like him.' acts like a rebellious teen in the presence of greg. i have no solid outfit headcanons right now but she would wear what bridget christie wore:

"i've got three sensitivity levels! and i'll be honest, i'm on my top fucking one right now!"

"i knew we were against the clock, and i didn't give a fuck"

and here is my final test of character - one of the most simple and most telling tasks, from the very first episode:

"eat as much of this watermelon as you can in one minute."

hilda - romesh ranganathan. upon entry of the lab, she wields the watermelon above her head and smashes it into the floor, devouring as much of it as she can. total tunnel vision. she throws up a little at the end. wins the task.

frida - josh widdicombe. enters prepared with a knife, manages to hurriedly cut and eat a portion of the watermelon, with not nearly as much vigor as hilda. is not giving up any dignity for this. 3rd place.

david - frank skinner. was not expecting a whole watermelon. manages to quickly get into the melon but falls short at his eating speed. is clearly trying not to choke. 4th place.

johanna - tim key. no utensils required. cracks it open right there on the table, eating as fast as possible, almost to the same wild and untamed degree as her daughter. is docked points because she sneaks a final bite of watermelon after the minute is up, just because she enjoys it. 2nd place.

kaisa - roisin conarty. was also not expecting a whole watermelon. total lack of urgency in comparison. leaves the room and spends 50 of her 60 seconds retrieving a knife, which she totally could have done beforehand, manages to crack open and eat a total of 9 grams of the watermelon before her time is immediately up. last place. couldnt give a fuck though

thanks for reading guys. if you have anything to add or ask then please do. peace and love

#taskmaster #hilda the series #hilda netflix #hilda #johanna #kaisa #frida #david #au #my au #taskmaster au

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dear-ao3 · 6 months

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Re your RB cursed second seat post, just wanted to add a few things and make a couple of corrections because this stuff really does add to the uh... flavour

First, while I know it's not entirely relevant, the whole Racing Point driver swap was SO MUCH more dramatic because Lance Stroll and Esteban Ocon are like. Besties. Like BFF friends forever since childhood. Poor son of mechanic and rolling in cash son of billionaire true friendship story. Esteban was fired in favour of his best friend, by his BEST FRIEND'S DAD. PEAK drama. They're still besties, bee tee dubs, because Esteban only makes enemies with his teammates.

F1 Invisible Moustache Twirling Supervillain Christian Horner also has a history of 'we're fully supportive [x driver] to be the best they can be and have no intention of changing our driver line up' and then oops, sorry. We lied. Like... five minutes later. Happened to Gasly, happened to Albon, and the former is currently where we're at with Checo. Christian has admitted that they were too hasty with Albon but oh dear how sad too bad boy's thriving now oopsie doopsie.

Also not forgetting that while Daniel was twiddling his thumbs waiting for his metacarpal to heal, Liam Lawson, the AT and RB reserve, got the highest placing position for the Alpha Tauri team this season (up until Mexico, anyway) while driving in Daniel's seat, and also threw himself into the RB second driver conversation.

And a couple of minor corrections:

DR didn't just leave RB because of the unreliability, it was more about being pushed aside for Golden Child Max Verstappen (affectionate, maybe slightly derogatory), which of course he knows all about because DR did the same thing to Vettel back in 2014. Who also had experience in that field because you could argue the cursed seat actually started with Mark Webber vs Seb Vettel back in like... 2010

Honda has been in F1 before. They sold to Brawn GP for the princely sum of one euro symbolic cash when they were going under, because Ross Brawn knew they'd built a MEGA car and couldn't bear to see them not run it for the 2009 season. Brawn GP won that year, it was Jenson Button's one and only championship win.

F1 drivers can't really go back to F2. If you've won it before, you can't compete again, but it's a feeder series so there's no way some ex-f1 driver is ever gonna be in F2 (or any of the lower formulas) because it's specifically for young talent. IDK maybe you meant Formula E? They also often go to WEC or IndyCar. Even rallying.

RB didn't give Checo another car at Suzuka he went out in the same car after they fixed it up enough for it to drive around one lap. Worth noting he was like 32 laps behind by this point (IDR the exact number but it was LORGE). spare cars haven't been a thing in F1 since 2008

Finally, the Fernando and Charles rumours are so fucking funny ain't no way either of them are gonna go to RB only to be a second to Max. I can see Carlos doing it though, trying for the grand return a-la DR. He's just Like ThatTM (affectionate, again also slightly derogatory). They've also been hardcore courting Lando Norris, who's way too smart and aware of his mental health to put himself into that depression spiral.

ANYWAY this isn't intended to be a big GOTCHA i just wanted to, as I said, add some extra flavour because F1 is so much more insane than anyone who doesn't follow it can POSSIBLY comprehend. Thanks for the post, I love seeing people explain the bonkers bullshittery.

yes yes thank you for pointing out all my mistakes and all that i j ew i was going to be getting Peer Reviewed (again, tumblr deleted my damn post so the first version was more accurate but i was pissed and i was also 1am so…) but yes. i am also new here in terms of the f1 drama. but yes it’s totally positively bonkers do you guys See now why fandom people are attracted to it???

#not a tag #from saph #f1 #thank you my anon bestie

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imagionationstation · 8 months

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This box is getting old, guys.

*This is a more aggressive stance on a subject. If it upsets you at any point, I recommend clicking away. Coming at me with a knife will not change my mind. Taking a breather and then offering your thoughts without challenges attached may go over better*

For those debating clicking, it’s regarding Donnie’s crush on April and how the fandom needs to start looking past the “obsessive, stalker tendencies that ruins his whole character”.

“For Donnie’s honor!” (Leon, 2018)

Ya’ll can feel your feels about Donnie, but stop repeating the same ol’ message to others. It’s corruptive and makes it hard for all levels of fans to see him as a person, rather than a misused storyline.

I can’t for the life of me understand the obsession with stamping Donnie with a his character was brutally murder by the writers and he’s a stalker and his only character feature is “I love April” stamp and closing it up.

Because that fits in the same box of Casey is just a rude idiot or April is only there to be a toxic female love interest and Mikey is nothing but the butt of every joke and amounts to nothing else or Leo is just a bossy, arrogant main character who doesn’t have a personality and especially Raphael is an abusive, angry bully and he deserves to be kicked off the show.

Yes. Someone has told me that Raphael deserves no place on the show because he’s physical and loud. What? Raph’s character feature in most iterations involves anger? How dare he be angry in 2012!

Kick him off the show. Bad writers.

But anyway-

These are newbie, close-minded remarks. And they aren’t fair to the characters. There’s so much more to these guys than the fandom pet peeves and the personality that sticks on the surface.

Yes, Donnie has an intense crush, but she’s the first human girl that he’s ever met. The first anyone outside his family that he’s ever seen! The only human girl who might ever accept him as a person or boyfriend. And she’s purrty.

How can everyone in this fandom look me in the eyes and say they’ve never done anything dumb for a person they admire/are crushing on? Or that no one else in their lives have?

Yes, he tries way to hard and it is often cringe, but that doesn’t sum up the entirety of his personality!

This box that the fandom stick characters in is honestly toxic! If the fans would focus less on the crush and more on the desperate boy who just wants to be noticed and appreciated, maybe this box could finally be broken.

Did you guys miss all the moments Casey proved himself to be intelligent and caring? Or April’s entire character growth as she learns to accept that her life is never going to be as normal as she wants it to be so she might as well embrace herself and the crazy?

How did you overlook all of Mikey’s moments of being in the limelight and showing his own brand of IQ and battle skill? How about Leo’s entire character struggle through the series as he grows to understand how to lead, working up from eldest to leader to sensei as he battles the weight of the world on his shoulders?

Why are EARTH are we ignoring every single time Raph risks his life for his brothers, or comforts them in their times of need, or refuses to join his pet and “best friend” because his brothers come first and no turtle left behind and THIS BOY LOVES HIS FAMILY MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF, DANGGIT.

Donnie is more than his crush. They are all more than the labels that we are helping the writers stick on them. Every. Single. Time. We ‘wish their characters had more to them’ because they were ‘misused’. The only reason that I stuck with this show past season 2 is because of Donnie. The only reason that I love this show as much as I do is because I adore this idiot nerd who is loyal to a fault and works so hard in return for so little and just wants to make the world a better place with his family.

I can make plenty of analyses on all the moments from every episode for all the main crew. Every choice that the fandom deems ‘wrong’ can have a purpose or meaning. Donnie’s crush isn’t black-and-white or dumb and I will not hear anything otherwise.

It’s cringe, obviously, and endlessly exasperating- but there’s reason for everything if you look past the box.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. Go change lives.

Or yell at me. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

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gucciwins · 2 years

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Glamour Friendship Test

Harry Styles and Y/N Belmonte do the friendship test

Word count: 3335

A/N: hi friends! it has been a YEAR since i first posted do i know you? (well a year tomorrow the 24th) the start to Bel and Harry's story. i could not even imagine how much you would all come to love them, because here i am still writing about them a year later. not only do i love them but you do as well. happy reading, amores!!!! <3

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff

read the love on tour series here

Glamour Friend Test with Y/N Belmonte and Harry Styles

The video opens with Harry and you smiling brightly at the screen as you begin the introduction.

“Hola, soy Y/N Belmonte” you greet with a small wave at the camera.

“And I’m Harry Styles,” he jumps into the frame, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and holding you close.

“Today, we’re doing Glamour’s friendship test.” You say together in unison.

The frame changes and you’re standing there with a timid smile while waiting for the producers to give you the go-ahead. You’re fiddling with the top of your cream trousers, doing your best not to mess with the silk olive green halter top as you were afraid of wrinkling it due to all of Emerson’s warnings.

“How did you meet?” The producer asked.

“Harry and I met in 2015, if you can believe that.” You fiddle with the multi-colored bracelet on your wrist that Sarai made for you during the holidays. Naomi had gotten her loads of colored threads. “It was a party we were both at. Harry was being his charming self, working the room. He treated everyone with respect and spoke with them as if he knew them already.”

That night changed your life, maybe not at that exact moment, but it led you to where you were meant to be, and you would forever be grateful.

“He introduced himself, and we talked about the night, how good the apple cider was compared to his tequila. It was one of the easiest conversations I’ve ever had with someone I just met.” You look down at your Gucci loafers, a gift from Lambert during the holidays. “I don’t know if people know, but I’m awful with conversation with people close to my age. I get anxious and unsure what to discuss while with someone older, conversation flows. I grew up with my abuelos–my grandparents, so I feel that’s why.”

You nod, trying to figure out how to wrap this up, “meeting Harry and getting to call him my best friend is a blessing. He’s got a good heart. He loves what he does, and he’s always so grateful. He always expresses it in any way possible. He's a great influence. I started doing morning yoga because of him. I’m glad he’s in my life.”

“How did you meet Y/N?”

“I think Bel summed it up perfectly. We met at a mutual friend’s party and hit it off. Then we reconnected at my show in St. Paul, where her friend surprised her with tickets. Bel, when we first met, made a mark in my life. I will say we lost touch but finding her again might have been the best thing to happen to me.” Harry raises his hand and rubs his eyebrow, indicating he is nervous. “I have been a fan of hers for the longest time. My sister and I watched her movies. We watched when she won her Emmy and Oscar. I’m a big fan. She’s the type of artist who puts everything she is into what she does. Honestly, the entire crew is a fan. On more than one occasion, we've gotten together to watch her films.”

You step back into the frame, wrapping your arms around his right arm, squeezing tight for a few seconds but don’t let go after instead look over at the camera.

“And now we’re here in the studio,” Harry says, clearly loving you hanging off his arm.

You straighten up after a few seconds, bumping his hip, getting a laugh out of him. “Finally get to show this one how to do a proper interview."

“I’m older than you,” he mutters.

“Semantics.”

“I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to do this with me. Bel’s got two films debuting soon and currently in the middle of filming.”

You hide your face in your hands. As proud as you are, now is not the time for compliments and praise from Harry. “Nooo, stop,” you plead.

“Dork,” Harry mutters, quickly pressing a kiss to your head before smiling at the camera, knowing if he looked down and saw the wide grin on his face, he’d kiss you, and you both discussed, and it’s not something either of you was willing to share to the public.

“Let’s begin!” You shout.

Exercise One: Stare into each other’s eyes for 3 minutes

Harry shifts closer to you as he gazes down at you. You look up and smile because you love his eyes. You love how expressive they are, and how you can always see the love he has for you in them.

You keep your hands at your side no matter how tempted you are to reach out for Harry; he was more nervous about this video than you were. As much as you assured him that it would all be okay, he was concerned that he’d be too loving with you.

Looking at Harry, he does not hide his affection for you. The smile he offers you is small but enough to keep you staring and leaning closer as if you want to close the gap between you.

“This is a long time,” he jokes.

“Three minutes is a normal song length,” you tell him.

Harry quirks an eyebrow, “is this you telling me you want me to sing for you?”

“Only if you want,” you tease.

He reaches a hand up slowly, causing you to freeze. Not sure what he’s going to do when he gently boops your nose with his index finger, causing you to scrunch your nose.

“Dork.”

His laugh rings loud, his eyes crinkling, and you can’t help the smile that takes over your face because you’re the one who caused him to laugh and shine that bright.

“I could do this all day,” he jokes, stepping closer, your foreheads an inch away from touching, and you know the producers are loving this, and so are you for the moment.

“How did that feel?” The producer asks after the time goes off.

Harry crosses his arms, looks at you, and then looks back at the camera. “Bel looks at you like deep, deep into your soul, and I feel so seen yet so safe.”

“Awe, H,” you pout, not expecting such a genuine answer. He was baring a bit of himself today, and you felt you could do the same differently. You reached for his hand, giving it a quick squeeze. It was so short Harry kept his eyes on his hand, trying to figure out if it was real or if he dreamt it happened.

“Harry’s got kind eyes. You take one look and feel like you’re talking to a friend, that he’s actually listening to what you’re saying.”

“I’m a great listener,” he agrees. “My mum would say so as well.”

“Also, I’m a sucker for green eyes,” you shrug, “I’m easily charmed.”

“Moving on, please. I don’t need competition competing for your heart.” Harry shares proudly, a tint of pink visible on his cheeks.

Exercise Two: Give each other compliments

“Oh, you’re going to love this,” Harry teases as he writes on the notepad they provided each of you with.

You frown but don’t respond by focusing on writing all your favorite things about Harry down.

I love when you comb my hair

Your voice audios always make me smile

Your silly jokes aren’t funny, but you love it when I laugh

The way you love me is something that consumes me entirely, mind, body, and soul.

You rip the page and fold it, causing Harry to stop and gasp, “how much are you writing?” Harry is now worried all he’s writing will not be enough now.

“That was a bad page. I’m starting over.” You actually pocket the paper and promise yourself to hand it over to him at the end of the day.

“That bad?” He teased.

You nod, not bothering to lift your head and meet his gaze, “the worst.”

“Meanie.”

You giggle, poking his cheek until he gives you the smile you were searching for, the smile he only gives you.

“Ready, H?”

Harry scribbles one more thing. As you peek at his notes, you see his chicken scratch writing, only able to make out a few words he’s written.

“Stop it, Bel.” He mutters under his breath, but you know the microphone under his shirt caught that.

You playfully roll your eyes, “not like I can read your awful writing anyway.”

“Rude.”

You stand there smiling at Harry, rocking on the heels of your shoes as Harry begins to read his compliments to you.

“To start off, I want to say I compliment her all the time,” Harry shares.

You remember everything I've told you, in great detail.

Easy. Smooth. You could handle this.

I love your cooking and that you accommodate my needs.

You scrunch your nose at him, knowing you’ve had him try the new recipes of a traditional Mexican dish so he could enjoy them.

You bring out the best in people. I’ve seen it countless times.

That’s when you feel your face start to heat up. Gosh, this really needs to be over soon. Harry’s gaze is intense because he knows you. He knows what makes you tick and hot. You are seconds from looking away. You probably would have walked away if you weren’t being recorded.

My bandmates love you, as do my friends. You fit perfectly with us all.

That compliment has you biting your lip as you try your best to hide your smile, not realizing just how sweet Harry was going to be.

You’re the strongest and bravest person I have ever met.

Harry opens his arms, and you rush into his hold as you whisper your thanks for his sweet words that will be on loop for weeks, possibly a lifetime. He kisses the side of your head before slowly releasing you.

“Come on, Bel. I want you to boost my ego,” he teases. You know he said that to make you laugh, and he knows you well because you let out the tiniest giggle.

You step back, letting him hold your hand while the other reads from the paper in your hand,

Your kindness goes beyond this world.

Harry squeezes your hand in a small thank you.

I love when you send me voice notes of lyrics you don’t want to forget because you appreciate my commentary.

You grin as he shakes his head at the small confession.

You’ve got excellent style. It has been so much fun seeing it develop. Which leads to this next one: thank you for letting me raid your closet.

Harry lets his smile shine for this compliment because it is true. He loves seeing you in his clothes.

You’re my best friend who’s practicing his Spanish for me.

The blush can be seen on his cheeks. Now it’s his turn to hug you, overwhelmed at the small compliments you gave him. Although, you do it on your own accord all the time.

“This exercise was hard for me because I like giving compliments but don’t easily receive them.” You confess to the camera. Harry already knows this about you and couldn’t care because he loved telling you all the things he loves about you.

Harry chirps in, “she is so good at deflecting. It’s a skill she’s mastered well.”

You nudge his arm, making a shushing noise for exposing you openly like that.

“Not nice.”

He laughs, “I have one more compliment. Can I read it?” Harry doesn’t even let you answer before opening his mouth again. “I love your love for music, even if it’s not always mine.”

Y/N giggles, reaching out to squeeze his hand quickly before letting go.

“Who’s your favorite right now, Y/N?” The producer asks.

“Hmm…” you give yourself a moment to think of an answer when you see Harry rolls his eyes, already knowing what you’re going to say. “Bad Bunny.”

“Don’t get her started,” Harry pleads. “I can only take so much.”

“Oh, H hates it when I talk about music because our interests go everywhere, but we somehow always manage to find common ground. But, Benito just has the whole world captivated, including me. I’m a big fan. He has a big influence on his audience. It is amazing to see him use his platform to talk about important issues going on in the world. I’m trying to get out to a show soon.” You playfully raise your hand to your ear, making a ‘call me’ gesture into the camera. Harry doesn’t catch it, but you’ll know he’ll pout when you see the video back together.

“You didn’t tell me that,” Harry gasps, shocked at the news.

“I’m still trying to figure out a day, that’s why.” You playfully pinch his cheek as he huffs out a breath.

“Moving on.” Harry turns to stare straight at the camera, “see what I mean.”

Exercise Three: Hug for two minutes

Harry beams a smile at the camera because he gets to hold you for two minutes. It may only be a short two minutes. It's not very long, but compared to the countless times of holding you for hours, sometimes even through the whole night. Just this morning when he woke up, his arms were wrapped around you and less than half an hour ago, he held on tightly to you in his dressing room, across from yours.

“Ready, Bel?” Harry asks, his arms extended, ready to take her in his embrace.

You don’t answer; instead, step forward, wrapping your arms around his waist.

It’s quiet the first few seconds, something you’re used to. Silence is something that has never bothered you and even less when it comes to Harry. Together you can sit in silence and enjoy having the presence of someone else with you without having to force a conversation.

Everything comes easy with Harry.

You love that your head rests comfortably on his chest. It’s your favorite spot because you hear his heartbeat's steady rhythm. It’s why you love hugging him, as often as you let him be the little spoon, he always gives you cuddles throughout the day because he knows how much a hug from him soothes you.

“She’s a good hugger,” Harry shouts, making the crew laugh.

Time seems to move slowly when you’re in your favorite person’s arms. You managed to stay quiet the entire time until Harry called your name.

“Bel?” He tries again.

“Shush,” you whisper. “I’m comfortable.”

Harry giggles, squeezing you tight for a second.

A timer rings out loud, ending your two minutes, but you both linger for a few extra seconds. You feel your face warm and know that fans will go crazy for this tiny bit of PDA you offered.

“How did you feel?”

Harry gestured for you to answer first. You nudge him but do as he says. “It was nice. Harry runs warm, so I felt cozy.”

He grins at the confession. More times than you can count, you told him that sleep manages to come easy when you’re wrapped in his arms.

“Bel is an amazing hugger. She fits perfectly and rubs your back, making it much better.” He wears his smile with pride.

“I think hugs are great. They are definitely under-appreciated,” you share. “If you ever have the chance to hug Harry, I suggest you take it.” You feel his eyes on you but don’t meet his gaze; instead, you stare straight at the camera giving the audience your best smile.

Exercise Four: Trust fall

“Trust fall is easy,” Harry assures you. “A piece of cake.”

You try your best to hide your nerves, which comes easy as you’re a well-awarded actress. Lifting your head, you meet Harry’s eye and smirks, “oh, I’m not worried, darling.”

Harry giggles loving your display of confidence.

“You can start first then, Bel.”

Harry has been acting too confident, and you want to keep him on his toes. As he counts down for you to go, you let yourself fall forward instead of falling backward. Harry panics and lunges for you, managing to wrap his arm around your waist, straightening you quickly.

Your laugh rings loud, eyes shut as Harry holds you against his chest. You can feel the pounding of his heart and uneven breaths. “Knew you’d save me.”

“You’re mean, Bel. So cruel.” He pouts as he lets you go preparing for you to fall the correct way this time.

“Let’s do it. Serious now.”

You point to the camera recording your every move, “at least it’ll be caught on camera if he does happen to drop me.”

Harry groans, “I won’t.”

You close your eyes and cross your arms across your chest, take a second to take a deep breath, and then fall backwards. It felt like minutes but was only seconds because you feel strong arms around you. As you blink your eyes, Harry stares at you with a dimpled smile, proud to have caught you.

“Hi,” you greet.

“Caught you.”

“Seems you always do.”

A blush rises on Harry’s face as he shakes his head at you. You want him to kiss you. It’s all that’s missing from making this a romantic moment. Instead, he straightens you up and brushes his hands down the sides of your arms, telling you that he’s ready for his turn.

Harry stands in front of you, looking taller for some reason, and you feel the palm of your hands begin to sweat.

“I think this has been a lot of fun. Trusting your friend is important, so I don’t think I’d do this with just anyone. Harry is honestly the best for doing this with me. If you didn’t already get that from this entire video, he's my best friend. He always sings for me. Who does that? And I bake vegan banana bread for him.”

“You’re stalling,” Harry finally interrupts you.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Bel.” His tone softens, and you let your shoulders drop.

“Don’t want to drop you, H.” You whisper, but the microphone connected to you catches your confession.

“You got this, love. I trust you.”

You take a deep breath, shaking your arms and legs before putting on your game face. You can do this.

“Do it, H. I got this.”

Harry turns around, giving you a slight nod, and you smile back at him. It’s fair to say he knows you well because he stands still for a few seconds before letting himself fall back into your waiting arms. You let out a big “oof” when his weight falls on your outstretched arms.

“You did it, Bel!” Harry lets you help him up, and in the next second, you’re in his arms as he spins you around. After a few spins, he sets you back down, he quickly presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re heavier than I thought,” you share.

“Oi!” Harry gasps in shock. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“The luckiest,” you agree.

The End

“Well, that was exhausting,” you say, pretending to wipe the sweat off your forehead.

Harry nods, draping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you close to his side. “It was, but I think we passed.”

“Oh, with flying colors.”

“Proud of us.” He looks down at you, his bunny teeth smile on display for you. “We really are friends. Best friends.”

You gasp in shock, “did you hear that?” Harry rolls his eyes at your dramatic act. “He called me his best friend. Take that, Mitch.”

“Think Mitch is happy to pass me off.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you promise him.

You and Harry stare at each other for a few seconds, then at the camera, back to each other. The laughter is pulled out of both of you simultaneously as you turn to wave goodbye to the cameras.

“Bye!”

“Adios!”

“I love being your best friend,” Harry whispers as the cameras are cut off.

thanks for reading, amores <3333 hope you enjoyed

a special thank you to @harrysgoldenbum who really helped me get this story ready.

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makethosenarratorsfight · 10 months

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UNRELIABLE NARRATORS; SIDE A

Lemony Snicket Propaganda:

(I would like to preface this by saying that Lemony Snicket is the author's pen name, not a real person, and he exists as a character in-universe as well as being the one in-universe who writes the books!) I'd say he's unreliable because he spent time collecting information about the Baudelaire kids and then... wrote books about it. He has no idea what any of their dialogue actually was, what they were thinking, or even the whole plot, he's just doing research into the incidents and then filling in the gaps to make it a story. What ACTUALLY happened to the Baudelaires? Nobody really knows for sure

While the Baudelaire siblings are in potentially life threatening danger, he will randomly start talking about his own life and just leave the siblings hanging. For example, once Count Olaf was threatening to kill Violet, and then Lemony randomly began talking about how he met the love of his life at a costume party. This man CANNOT stay on topic. Usually when a new character is introduced, Lemony tells us right at the start that they’re either going to die or that the Baudelaire siblings will never see them again. Foreshadowing is not subtle in these books. CONSTANTLY emphasizes how miserable he feels while writing these books. At one point he admits that he had to put his pencil down and go cry for a while because of how sad it made him. Once he filled an entire page with nothing but the word “ever” to emphasize how dangerous it is to put forks in electrical outlets. He also repeated a paragraph about deja vu later on in the book to give the reader deja vu.

The Biologist Propaganda:

She tells the reader that her first hand account of events is scientific and impartial before revealing wayyyy after the fact that she has omitted her huge personal bias from her retelling of the events because she is fully aware that she's an unreliable narrator and is using that awareness to retroactively edit the story in her favour. Truly she's unlike any other protagonist I've ever encountered, its insane. Here's a tumblr text post that sums up everything: https://www.tumblr.com/12thbiologist/713885306846347264/annihilation-is-soooo-good-because-the-biologist?source=share

#the biologist #annihilation #lemony snicket #a series of unfortunate events #asoue #the southern reach #tsr #unreliable narrator battle #unreliable narrators #side a #polls

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trulybetty · 8 months

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Sunday | Week In Review II

Sunday Week in Review II.

How we all doing?? Did we make it through the week? (I wrote this placeholder start on Monday, future B, I hope you made it through unscathed)

Narrator: In fact, she barely made it through the week unscathed. It was a weird limbo state of a week that she couldn’t quite understand was so quick but so fucking long at the same time…

So as a result, I really didn’t read much this week - you should see my tabs that I have open for my TBR list this week and I have a lot of mentions/reblogs I will be responding to the next couple of days.

Anyway, on with the week in review…

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

Strings Part III (I feel like I hit publish on this six weeks ago, this is how long this week has felt)

Dipped by foot in the Catfish pond this week also...

Stood Up

Flings

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Six Sentence Sunday by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I love Sunny & Whiskey any day of the week, but throw in tiny long-eared adorable puppies? *dead*

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 1: Welcome to Torrey Hills by @rhoorl They're here... What an opening chapter! This one introduces us to the Delta boys and where they are post-Colombia and sets up for what I know is going to be a fantastic ride! I also heard that the residents of Mulefall Court (snort) have come to play today...

Working Title by @rhoorl Also started this fic this week by Jess too, only one chapter in but I'm very curious how this is all going to play out. Dieter Bravo and a slow burn? Has my name all over it!

The Layover | Chapter 10by @goodwithcheese I'm ignoring the fact that we're in the home stretch of this story - but it's one that just keeps on giving and this week's update was no different! Also, are you team Jules x Benny or team Jules x Santiago?

Sage by @softlyspector This is part three of the Honeyed series, and I don't know how to sum up in a couple of lines how much this series has touched me. Joel AU where he's a tattoo artist might sound on the surface a little ways out there, but trust me - the characterization stays true and the slow burn here is something else. I've yet to reblog it with my comments as I'm still taking it all in - trust me, there's not been a day this week I've not thought of this series.

First and 10 by @something-tofightfor This was actually a re-read and I was surprised to find I hadn't shared it already. We've had @ladamedusoif with SNL's Mr. Ben, now I introduce you to @something-tofightfor's SNL Wing Pit Daniel. He has lived rent-free in my head since I read it and this one shot, I've lost count of how many times I've gone back to read it.

Things I’m Looking Forward to Starting…

No list this week as I can't keep a lid on my TBR list as it exploded this week with my weird head space - which means a lot hopefully a long list of fanfics read next week! 💕✨

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

@jomiddlemarch’s TLOU x Ted Lasso master list put together by @tessa-quayle When I first read TLOU crossover with Ted Lasso a couple months back I was a little dubious about how the two would work. But I’m telling you - it works. I also adore the relationship between Joel and Grace, so much so that reading their back and forth it’s easy to forget she’s an OC. Everything @jomiddlemarch does with her OC is what I strive to achieve with my own - a flawless submission into an established world.

Dave York Hip Bounce Honestly? Do I really need to explain this one?

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

@gnpwdrnwhiskey informing me that there is A HIPPO EMOJI!!! 🦛 <— look at it!

Finding out You can “rewind” gifs (I refer you back to the Dave York hip bounce post)

Justified (TV Show) - even though I'm not entirely sure what is going on at any given time (I watch while I work), I'm now on season two and Raylan is still shooting an alarming amount of people and I'm shocked by the lack of presence of internal affairs. Also, resisting the urge to talk with a Southern accent, much like the week I spent singing everything I spoke in a cockney accent after watching Sweeny Todd…

This Week’s Song…

This song has eaten up and spat me out since I heard it a couple weeks ago. I’ve not gone a day without playing it on repeat and each time my little brain is blown like it’s the first time.

Hope everyone has a great Sunday and here's to a better week!

Feel free to share your weeks in review, detailed or not, and tag me in it if you do! 💕 xx

Other week in reviews I think you should check out...

@rhoorl's week in review

#betty's sunday in review #still haven't thought of a better name #so this is it #Spotify

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Something Good (IV)

Chapter 4 : Ex

Here I come with a new chapter for this series! This is just cute, no warnings to be applied.

I hope you like this chapter!

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Warnings : none, just fluff

Sum up : Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already iss. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can't get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially...

Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2850

"He's so annoying!"

You planted your fork angrily into the innocent piece of potato in your plate, making your friend laugh.

"Oh, come on. He's not that bad," Jasmine argued, drinking some water.

"Sorry, forgot you fancied him."

She almost choked on her drink.

"I DO N…!"

She looked around, realizing that your colleagues were now staring at your side of the table.

It was lunchtime, or rather… it had been lunchtime about an hour before. You and your friend had been too busy to get a proper break, and were hurrying to finish eating to get back to work. The advantage of being late was that the lunch room was almost entirely empty, filled with researchers and PhD students from other departments you barely knew. You could thus talk all you wished about your new nemesis.

Because if at first you had tried to allow him the benefit of the doubt, you had given up after that last meeting.

Insufferable. Ben was truly insufferable.

"I do not fancy him," your colleague repeated, with the same outraged and angered look, only in a whisper this time.

"Really? I thought you did… What was the description you gave me when I arrived here last year… oh yeah. 'Gorgeous', 'charismatic'..."

She threw a piece of bread at your face, making you both laugh and effectively shushing you.

"I'm serious, Y/N," Jasmine resumed the conversation after taking a bite of her salad. "He's very sweet."

"For now, he has hidden that part of his personality with great talent."

"He just… he's shy. And I think something happened that made him fear change."

"What happened?"

Jasmine looked around for eavesdroppers, making you chuckled at her dramatic gesture. As if she was about to reveal a secret worthy of the MI6…

"No one knows. Some people say that Miles knows what it is, but he’s never told anyone. And you know how much Miles loves both hearing and talking about gossip. So, it must be something… strange."

"Strange? What now? Do you really picture that guy as a psychopathic murderer?" you joked, unable to refrain your laughter.

You were interrupted by a tired 'hello!' spoken behind you. Paul had just walked in, aiming for the coffee machine, unsurprisingly. You both waved at him before resuming your conversation. You were sitting at a table not too far from the sink and the old table on which rested an exhausted microwave, an electric kettle that only worked if you kept your finger pressed on the 'start' button, and the coffee machine. You thus had to speak a little louder to be heard as your colleague was preparing his hot beverage, the coffee machine making a rumbling noise that could be heard from across the corridor.

"Of course, nothing like that," Jasmine replied, rolling her eyes. "He's very sweet. I meant that something must have happened to him that kind of… closed him up. You know?"

"Closed him up? You mean… that shoved a stick up his arse…"

"Y/N! Don't be mean!"

It was your time to roll your eyes.

"Right… so what should I do about Ben then?"

"You should be more patient with him. Try to calm that tornado of yours."

"I'm a tornado now?"

"You do have a tendency to create chaos everywhere you go."

You reflected for a moment on this thought, and had to admit it wasn't entirely false. But then, your life had turned you into this ball of energy that could never calm down. With your demanding job, your daughter to take care of, single-parenting, your asshole of an ex-husband… if you slowed down, even for a moment, you were afraid you would crumble.

But then again, if your colleague was the kind to need time to accept change… maybe you could try to slow down, at least concerning the theatre club. Give him one more chance…

Ben was pacing. His office was small, and yet he took advantage of every square inch in an attempt to get rid of some of his frustration.

A stick up his arse?!

Really?!

“Not sure I was right to tell you about that…” Paul mumbled, watching his friend moving through the room.

“Oh, no! You were perfectly right to tell me! Because now, this is war.”

“Come on, Ben…”

“No! I really tried to be understanding. I am well aware that I am not perfect, and I could make things easier, and I tried. I really did try. But clearly, she has no intention to make an effort. Can you believe that? A stick up my arse… I’m going to show her. I’m going to show her if I can’t be cool and relaxed as well.”

Hands planted on his hips, he stared at the campus laid beyond his window. Students were here for the beginning of their classes. A new school year had begun, with its back and forth, its teenagers lost in corridors and a stressed level abnormally high for the teachers who needed to get used to teaching again.

A stick up his arse!

He needed to make you pay for this. But how? How could he show you that he was absolutely not the old, grumpy teacher you seemed to think he was?

Suddenly, a smile grew on his features, both bright and a little… dangerous.

“I know what I’m going to do!”

He turned to Paul in a twirl.

“I am going to find the perfect musical, one that all the students will want to perform. Then my play will be chosen and she will have to work on something I have decided for the whole year.”

“Alright… and what play is going to bring you your sweet but outrageously undeserved vengeance?”

“Oh yes, it’s going to be sweet, alright…”

“That was not the information you were meant to retain from my statement.”

“I need to find a play. I need to find a musical that’s cool… What kind of musicals are cool?”

Paul remained silent for a moment, arms crossed, thinking hard.

“Hamilton!”

Ben nodded with a bright smile.

“Excellent choice! I love that one too, it would be brilliant!”

“You’re welcome. I am unbelievably smart indeed, thank you, I am well aware of that.”

“Thank you, Paul,” Ben bowed down dramatically, making both of them laugh.

Paul had to leave for a class shortly after. Ben prepared himself a warm cup of tea before sitting down behind his desk, ready to go back to work. He still had to go through the lesson he was giving the next day to some of the first-year students, and then go through several articles, fill up a form to get access to some rare documents of the local archives, and he also had to check for a trip to London to the British Library to work on original manuscripts in the coming months…

He heaved a sigh: so many things to do. He picked up a blank sheet of paper and wrote down his to-do list, pushing up his glasses as they began slipping down his nose. He stared at the list for a moment, checking if he had forgotten anything else…

Oh, but he needed to find another musical! He remembered then that you had agreed on three plays to propose for a vote to your students. One you could choose individually, and one you would settle on together. He needed to come up with one more option…

He thought about it for a few minutes, but his brain was already set on this lesson he had to prepare, and he gave up quickly. He couldn’t focus on this now. Besides, he reckoned that his impressive collection of films at home would help him find inspiration. For now, he merely added another line at the bottom of his to-do list, set the paper next to his computer screen, and went back to work.

Ex-husband. Ex. That was still a term you had to wrap your mind around.

Ex.

It was a strange feeling, really. Saying goodbye to the person you believed would spend the rest of his life with you. And all of a sudden, by the gain of this little particle before his designation, all your plans for the next 60 years had to be re-written.

Ex. That's what these two little letters meant. A whole life planned out and vanishing.

It was outstanding, really, what two tiny letters could carry within their shapes. It wasn't just a new way to define a person, that was only what a dictionary would have offered as a definition. But you knew better, you taught English Literature after all. You tried to teach that to your students. Words mean more than what the dictionary reveals.

Inside these two letters were the months spent fighting with him. The weeks you didn't sleep. The rage within your ribcage. The loss. The grief. The doubts. The loneliness of coming home to an empty house when you had believed you would never have to do that again. Thinking of ways to tell your daughter until you got headaches. The lawyers. A pen. Signing your name, the same signature as the one you had used when you got married, this time to break a vow instead of building one. It was staring at your wedding ring for weeks without being able to take it off; and then finally slipping it off your finger while crying and hiding it away in a drawer. It was removing his pictures in your house. It was finding a new place because your home felt too empty without him. It was staring at his name for hours on your phone screen in the dark of your bedroom without dialling the number. It was waking up alone. It was sharing custody of your daughter. It was grief. And then… then it was fear. Fear that maybe there was something wrong with you, and that it was the reason why it didn't work out in the first place.

That was where you were at after a year of separation. It was tough, you weren't going to deny it. It was hell, even. But you still got out of bed every morning, so you reckoned you weren't doing so bad.

The flat felt empty and too silent without your daughter around. It was the weekend, and she was with your husband.

No, ex-husband. Ex.

The infamous two little letters.

You were alone in your apartment, just scrolling on your phone at random while something was on TV, but you didn't even know what it was. A movie of some kind. Despite the noise coming from the screen, there were no giggles from your daughter, you couldn't hear her play or draw, rummaging through all her little pencils. Instead, you were stuck with the TV screen. It felt lonely.

That was the hardest part: you were lonely.

You hadn't felt that way since you started dating your ex. Even when the two of you were apart because of a business trip, the only knowledge that he was missing you filled the hole in your chest. But there was nothing now to ease the feeling.

Sometimes, like today, you even missed him. Even wished the two of you were fighting, at least then you wouldn't be on your own. It was stupid and you knew it, but what else could you do against a pain like that?

Your friends encouraged you to go out more, now that you were single again, and some of your evenings were free when your daughter was with her father. But it wasn't the point, and your friends didn't get it. Even when you were with them, you were lonely. It wasn't about seeing friends, it was about being alone. You weren't sure how to explain it, weren’t sure how to find the right words. Ironic for someone who spent her life studying the words of others…

You stood up in a jolt and moved to your bedroom to open a drawer. The strength of your movement disrupted some of your clothes, although your drawer was more of a messy agglomeration of fabric than anything else. Folding took too long, after all. You rummaged through the socks, t-shirts and jeans until you found that little velvet box you had been looking for. Two rings inside, for when Steve proposed and when he married you. You were crying before you could even notice.

You almost wished it wasn't over. Almost. You had to leave him though.

But you were alone now, and what if you couldn't love anyone else?

Or worse, what if no one else could love you?

No, you couldn’t let yourself think this way. You were not perfect by any means, but your husband was also to blame for the end of your marriage. Actually, it was mostly his fault. You had made a bargain, and he didn’t respect his part of the agreement.

You threw the box back into your drawer, burying it deep under your clothes, and stormed out of the room.

You needed something to do. And this bloody TV was completely uninteresting.

What to do? What to do…? Watch a movie! That would take your mind off of your self-pity. Alright, a movie… what movie…

You scanned the shelf upon which you kept your DVDs. You could have checked Netflix, but didn’t feel like it. You wanted a safe option, something you were certain to enjoy. So your own DVDs it was…

Your finger ran across the boxes until you found the perfect one. A movie that would make you cry but in the best way.

You got yourself some popcorn before settling with a warm blanket on your sofa, as the first notes of Moulin Rouge! played.

Ewan McGregor’s sweet voice… it was just what you needed.

Ben had spent a lovely day. A nice run early in this Sunday morning while the sun was still shy and delicate. He had spent quite a while on the phone with his parents, and then with his brother. Then he had met up with a couple of friends for a late lunch, and after a walk across the city he had ended his day by a couple of hours reading. Dinner while listening to the news on the radio, and finally, he was about to settle for a nice movie night. Just what he needed to be full of energy to start a brand-new week the next day.

He had poured himself a glass of red wine and was about to settle in front of some Netflix show he had been binge-watching that week, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small piece of paper set on his coffee table.

He heaved a sigh as he picked it up, already knowing what it said, but reading the last line anyway.

On the to-do list, all the tasks had been crossed out, except for one. The last line.

Find another musical - theatre club

He bit his lip, hesitated, but decided he had to complete this one last task. He would keep on thinking about it while watching his show if he didn’t, and he couldn’t have that. It would ruin his evening.

So, instead of settling under a warm blanket, he turned on his heels and walked to the bookshelves on which he kept his DVD collection. A collection he had curated for years. He was almost as proud of it as he was of his book collection. And that was saying a lot…

He narrowed his eyes a little, having left his glasses on his coffee table, and scanned the titles of the movies in search for inspiration. He did have a respectable choice of musicals, as he enjoyed the genre very much. The perfect mix of storytelling and music… how could he not like that?

He scanned the titles, letting his finger run across the boxes to guide his eyes.

Hair? No. Awesome music, but he didn’t feel like doing something so political.

Les Mis? No, too long, and too depressing.

The Sound of Music was your choice already.

My fair lady? Too much of a classic, and he needed something cooler to contradict your impression of him.

West Side Story? You had used your veto for this one.

His finger stopped on the next one. He took a sip of alcohol, staring at the title for a moment, before picking it up from the shelf.

He turned off Netflix to watch his DVD instead.

Settling on his couch as the first notes echoed through his apartment, Ben smiled, knowing that he had made the right choice.

The world of prostitution and parties in the Paris of the end of the 19th century, with a passionate and yet tragic love story, and a set of amazing songs… you would see if he had a ‘stick up his arse…’.

Yes, Moulin Rouge! was the perfect choice.

Ha… and Ewan McGregor’s sweet voice! Yes, as Ben took another sip of his red wine, he reckoned that this was a perfect evening indeed.

#ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes fanfic #ben barnes series #ben barnes imagine

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gloomyfilm · 10 months

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A LOVE LETTER TO THIS IS US 🍋💌☁️

/for full ambiant experience click on the audio before continuing\

I still can't believe two summers ago I decided to give This Is Us a try, fell in love and binge-watched the whole 5 seasons available.

Every night, I would get to cooking in a very romanticized fashioned way à la Nancy Meyers main character, pour myself a nice fresh drink as people still enjoyed the warmth of the early evening hours.

By the time dinner was ready, world would accordantly settle for peacefulness as I made my way to the couch to get all cozy and snuggly.

Here would begin, the events I was truly not prepared for..

In just under 2 episodes, I was now finding myself unexpectedly and completely invested, all thanks to the writers for having done such a terrific job on the dialogues, cliffhangers and time traveling. For approximately the next two weeks following, my nights were paced up by This Is Us and driven by my own hunger to find out: what on earth happened to the Pearson family?

From the very first episode, --- which features one of the most beautiful closing scene I've seen on television along Labi Siffre's song "Watch Me" --- up to the last episode of season 1, emotions would come to the surface, hitting a specific spot within me...

By episode 14 from season 2 it was clear, if not clear then, that the tissu box would be kept close by for the remaining time of the entire series.

Imagine some stranger dropping on you some hard facts about life, death, society issues, love, mental health... to sum it up: YOURSELF.

precisely, accurately and totally out of the blue. 😃

As the seasons went on, I was admiring how the flashbacks and foreshadowing started to merge all together into one. It would only get all the more brilliant with each new episode I was discovering.

The show succeeded in giving its audience a range of life observations to think about. Therapy-wise, if you couldn't afford a therapist, This Is Us was there for you. I still rely on and appreciate many of the thoughtful and life inspiring excerpts.

Moreover, it delivered the people with a brand new music playlist. Yes, another key element to all this greatness is the symbiosis between the storylines and the soundtrack. Hold my Spotify, to this day I still listen to the score in my bed, to meditate, to get dreamy. I've also come to discover wonderful artists and can hardly detach their songs from the show as it gave their melodies a new sense of clarity and depth.

When having finished the fifth season, I was desperate for more but afraid to google the show and potentially find out it had been canceled.... which is NOT what happened of course because we're talking about thee show that has garnered over 17 million views in less than 3 days for its trailer alone. alright lovelies?

And so just like that, comfortable in my bed and all up to date, the sixth and finale season of This Is Us was premiered in early 2022.

Only couple of months after having cried an ocean over its past seasons, -- if reminder was needed --, I emotionally began this last chapter of what felt in some parts like my own life portrayed on screen. ✨hopes were high - tissu box storage ran low.✨

Season 6 would open to a flashbacks filled episode echoing Season 1, already preparing us for closure and ultimately heartbreaks. Eventually some people were a bit disappointed by the simplicity of the final episode, but the last minute or so really brought it all up for me. It was ending, right there before our very eyes and it was beautifully executed. The ultimate disappointment would have been to not experience any shivers, but that never happened, the show always got in my feelings in one way or another.

The empty boxes of kleenex that I've been sitting on can testify, your honor.

Last but not least, an aspect of the show that I've truly enjoyed is that all characters and actors were given dedicated moments to shine.

The chemistry between them was real, felt and seen both on and off the big screen and that's precious. I miss this cast.

This year, just a few weeks away from my birthday, there'll be no new Jack Pearson butt to be seen, no mothering singing Rebecca, no anxious Randall, no queen Beth, no indecisive Kevin, no self sabotaging Kate and oh do I miss them all. But I am so grateful for the people behind this project and their creative genius that bought us such a magnificent television program. I had low expectations, it now holds a special place in my heart like no other tv series.

This Is Us did not just narrate a story about some random family, it narrated life authentically at its worst and finest. With poetry and grace, it presented different storylines for each and every single one of us to identify, it offered us our very own reflection, and an opportunity to change, learn, heal or grow. This is the reason why so many of us worldwide described it as close to home,

because This Is Us.

🎂 And a very happy (late) birthday to our boo Milo Ventimiglia (08/07/1977) 💘

#milo ventimiglia #mandy moore #this is us #tiu #tiuedit #i am so grateful for this #filmedit #doyouevenfilm #my gifs #mental health #televisongifs #jack pearson #rebecca pearson #Spotify

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eskawrites · 7 months

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top 5 memorable ronance fic scenes?

okay i really really love this bc there are so many scenes that live rent free in my head, i'm so excited. these are in no particular order btw half of them just popped into my head at once

5) from entirely on purpose and according to plan by @dufrau this lil moment:

"It, uh," Robin tried. "It sounds like you've given this some thought." "I give everything a lot of thought," Nancy said. "The timing is right. You said it yourself, it's a summer for harebrained schemes. How about this one: fall in love with me." "That's, um," Robin started. For once she, was way ahead of Nancy. Done and dusted. She had tears in her eyes but Nancy wasn't looking at her. "I'm open to that. That sounds like a good plan. That's... I want that."

idk man i teared up and i had to put my phone down when i first read this. it's just the perfect dialogue to me, it sums up both their characters and everything that happened to get them to this moment (and everything that's going to happen now that they're here) in one cute, tidy little moment. wtf

4) the ending of chapter 4 in like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird by @monstrous-femme

“So you can only change small things?” How horrible, Nancy thinks, to live in a world where nothing of substance can be fixed. Where the same terrible things are doomed to repeat themselves, over and over without end. This, of course, leads to a round of bickering from the boys that leaves no room for other thoughts. “Small things can matter,” she hears Will say, before being drowned out by the others.

in a fic with such a haunting atmosphere this just stuck out as the most haunting thing not because it's eerie or inspires dread or whatever, but because it's such a quiet, crucial moment of hope. 10/10 chapter close

3) the coming out scene in girl that's a friend by ratgirl110 on AO3, which tbh is basically the whole fic. it's so poignant and messy and i love that you can feel the magnetism between nancy and robin as much as you can feel all the trauma and the fear of the future that hangs like a knife over their heads (this is true of both fics in the series, i love them so much)

2) it's too long for an excerpt but the scene in chapter 8 of monster of the week by @freezeveganpolice where nancy and robin and max get drunk and share trauma (oh, not-sober depression bonding should've been on my favorite tropes list)

1) the kiss scene! from Robin Buckley's Expert Field Guide to Catching Fireflies (and Other Childhood Favourites) by @smileweakandwrong !

i'm not gonna put the specific paragraph i'm thinking of because if you haven't read it you should, the payoff is incredible. but it felt so so magical, like a freaking fairy tale the way everything ties together in the end

#there are only about 50 million more and i was gonna do honorable mentions but this took too long to write out lol #asks #smirk47 #ask me top 5 things!#this really was such a lovely and creative question this was fun #fic rec

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Hi, I am suuuuuper new to Eruri and AoT but I immediately started shipping Eruri since like Female Titan arc? I love their dynamic so much and I think that ship makes perfect sense and everything isayama says about them sound like he also ships them? lol but people keep telling me it's one-sided in canon because while Erwin respects and admires Levi's skills obviously, apparently "he doesn't show any commitment to Levi and sees him as humanity's best weapon and that's why he wouldn't respect Levi's wish and let him die if the roles were reserved" people keep telling me that!! :'( like I am new lemme ship in peace sadfgdsdf sorry lol anyway I wanted to ask you that, since I am so new to Eruri, what do you think, do you honestly think they can easily be canon or do you just think "I just ship them idc"? And did you see the AoT game before? It's always like "Erwin completely trusts Levi!!" and "Levi: I will kill those titans before Erwin arrives!!" how do people expect me to not to ship them sdfsadf :( Excuse my poor English and if this ask is annoying pls ignore :( thank you <3

Don’t worry Anon, your English is just fine and there’s no such thing as an annoying ask, as long as the question is asked in good faith. The first thing I would say is don’t listen to people who are hellbent on “disproving” your ship, and that goes for any ship, regardless of whether it’s canon or not. There will always be assholes out there who would rather spend their time shitting on ships they dislike rather than enjoying media that they do. The best thing to do is to block, mute, and ignore. Don’t waste your time trying to change their mind, and don’t let them discourage you.

I’ve had so many asks over the years about whether Erwin and Levi’s relationship is one sided, in fact I answered a very similar one just a few of weeks ago which you can read here and you can find a summary and links to previous asks on this topic here.

In answer to your question, I do firmly believe that Erwin and Levi’s relationship is canon and and this answer sums up why.

The thing I adore most about Erwin and Levi’s relationship is that it’s not a romance. It’s a mature adult relationship between two war weary veterans who have spent their entire lives fighting. Who, against the odds, have grown to trust, respect and love one another. Erwin gives Levi a purpose, a cause to fight for, and Levi gives Erwin his strength and support. Of course some of the trappings of romance are there too in the supplementary materials; the private dinners, the quiet moments watching the rain fall, the contraband tea, the gifts of fancy clothes, but it’s not the romance that matters, it’s the Deep Bond of Mutual Trust. It’s the fact that Erwin depends on Levi and trusts him enough to reveal his deepest regrets and desires. At the same time, Levi cares so deeply for Erwin that he willingly shoulders his burden and damns humanity to let him rest in peace.

Quite aside from shipping, Erwin and Levi’s canon character arcs are entwined throughout the series and their relationship and Levi’s vow play a pivotal role in the plot.

If you’re interested, I’ve written loads of other posts on this topic, which you can find in my eruri relationship tag. Hope this answers your question Anon and helps to set your mind at rest.

#asks #eruri #eruri relationship #snk

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hi!! sorry if this has been asked before but i wanted to know if u had a specific editing process? ive read before that u edited ur fics for 6-8 hours and wanted to know what those hours consisted of, technically speaking, if its not too much trouble!!

hello!!

this is a really good question. i want to do it justice but breaking down every single detail of my editing process would take a VEEEERY long time. so i'll give more of an overview

some fics have a Much more involved editing process than others. so i can walk you through what both "processes" look like, step-wise. my most involved process produces the best work but is also the most time-consuming and exhausting.

to start, though: you gotta understand my first draft process. because whenever i tell other writers about how i draft, their responses range from "that's insane" to "that's so smart" to "that's insane. again."

i don't reread anything when i draft.

and i mean Anything. i don't reread a single sentence. i don't reread my phrasing as i'm writing it. i don't even check to make sure that my sentences make sense.

i just write out the entire story as i'm hearing / imagining it in my head. whatever moments, beats, dialogue, Whatever is most important to me. i don't edit as i go, i don't look back. if i can't think of details or lose my flow, i put [add X here] and keep going.

i usually have a bullet-point outline before i draft -- that's my scribbled concept sketch. my first draft is the equivalent to the slightly less scribbly concept sketch. it takes a MAXIMUM of one-third of my entire writing time.

the other two-thirds (or more!) are editing.

so basically. editing is where i reread what i wrote, identify weak spots and pacing issues, revise my dialogue, improve my metaphors, bulk up my imagery..... it's like doing all of the painstaking lining and coloring and shading of a very involved art project.

with my Most involved editing process, i open a new document beside the first draft. i write an entire second draft from scratch, using my first document as reference. that lets me keep all the important beats, rearrange stuff, go more in-depth with detail, etc. THEN i reread that second draft and do all of my fussing.

with my less involved editing process, i just reread and edit the first draft instead of creating an entire second draft. i also do fewer editing passes.

(the involved process includes editing the whole document once, putting it down for a few hours, then starting over from the beginning and editing the Edited Version all over again.)

it might be easier for me to show you the differences in fic quality, for you to get a sense of how the editing process affects things.... rather than trying to describe exactly what i look for / change / do / etc.

so. here's three recent (ish) toh fics

humans are friends. AND food - no editing.

why did love put a gun in my hand (and all other parts of this series) - basic first draft editing.

what we are is the sum of a thousand lies - 2 to 3 full drafts per chapter, 3 to 5 editing passes per chapter, ~30,000 words of outtakes beyond that.

with that vampire AU fic (#1), you can see that it's short, it's quick, it's silly and fun. it's not emotionally deep. it doesn't make much sense. it's very clearly based on Vibes instead of a fully considered story.

the princess luz fic (#2) is Significantly more involved. the increased detail here is partially because this is a horror series instead of a stupid humor romp, but the principle is the same.

all of luz's internal narration about her fear, the pacing of her interactions and confrontations with belos n hunter alike, the ugly body horror and the way she comforted the dying grimwalker... that's all from the editing process. the bare bones were there in my first draft, but my edits were where i got to make things Effective.

basically, i wrote the horror story the way i saw it in my mind. and then during the edit, i could ask questions like - what would make this worse? what is she really afraid of? what is the most LUZ reaction that she could have in this situation? what's the most effective way to show the differences between this luz and canon luz, and the similarities? etc etc etc. all those little details!

then you have wwaitsoatl. which is by Far the most energy-intensive fic i've ever written. that's part of why updates are so sporadic despite there being well over a thousand subscribers at the moment (FAR more than any of my other fics have ever had).

the reason that this fic requires so many drafts and editing passes is because of the sheer complexity of the characterization. the plot is pretty generic, as toh fics go - hunter gets kidnapped away from the castle and learns how to be loved, this fic has been written 100000 times before in 100000 different ways by 100000 different authors.

BUT. every single one of the four narrators in this particular story is unreliable in different ways. every single one has different priorities, motivations, baggage, feelings, levels of emotional intelligence. all four of them are in massive conflict with one another.

the conflicts Between the characters are similarly complicated, so i have to spend a LOOOONG time on all of the dialogue & interactions. these guys do a LOT of projecting, and arguing, and talking at cross-purposes, and making incorrect assumptions, and lying, and obfuscating, and on and on and on. clear communication is basically impossible.

the internal narration also requires a similar level of care. hunter and darius in particular have incredibly challenging POVs to write because all of their narration is tied up in denial, self-delusion, and facades.

hunter's nightmares, cognitive dissonance, and slow breakdowns take Hours And Hours And Hours to get right. same goes for darius's feelings and the things he says and the things he Doesn't say. i literally study every single individual sentence and rewrite it like 15 times, then study every individual paragraph and rewrite and rearrange them like 15 times. and if a scene isn't working, i cut it entirely, even when that adds up to 30,000 words of outtakes.

it's my most ambitious fic by a longshot and i'm confident in saying it's my best work to date. but hoo boy, it is WORK.

so. that's my editing process, basically! and how my editing process changes my final product.

#replies #writing #writing advice #i guess?#toh #my writing #long post #REALLY long post #always a pleasure to get to talk about the process behind the scenes tbh #it is not easy. wow

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I feel like it's maybe pointing out the obvious but I can't stop thinking about how important the "be my bodyguard" scene (or "red scene" as Mile and Apo fondly call it) is. It's a scene that I think has been coming for a long time; something that we have needed for a long time, and I really loved how they did it.

Things they haven't said to each other, and secrets they've kept—and the trust issues created by association—have been at heart of their conflicts throughout the entire series: in episode 5, Kinn is not honest with his feelings for Porsche, resulting in disaster; in episode 7, the fact that Kinn hasn't told Porsche about Tawan creates a rift between the two of them, pushing Porsche further towards Vegas and affecting Kinn's trust issues; in episode 9, Porsche listening in on Kinn because he doesn't trust him is the reason why Kinn has to lock him up—and Kinn's failure to communicate his plan with him both in ep 9 and early in episode 10 add to this conflict. Even in episode 12, that argument about the fact that Kinn hadn't been honest with Porsche about why he hired him is rooted in the same issue: honesty, or the failure to share it, with each other.

And this secret in particular—one so alarming that it made Porsche throw up a physical touch boundary between the two of them, eliminating their main form of communication—is key, because it has affected Porsche's entire life, and Chay's life by association. It has been lurking throughout their entire relationship, as yet unresolved. But Kinn's character growth, and their relationship growth, means that they can now resolve it—through words rather than sex, and the promise of honesty, and the clear signal that Kinn is sending of choosing Porsche by moving out of the main family house to live with him.

And so I love that they chose—that Kinn chose—to give us this scene here, back where it all started. Back where that first lie stemmed from. In episode 6, we saw them fall into a river, which washed away their hostility towards each other, creating a fresh slate for them to build their relationship on in the freedom of the woods: here, Kinn is intentionally making that choice to wipe things clean himself, rather than being nudged into it by circumstance. And just like they found freedom in that ability to be themselves in the woods, this is also bringing them freedom—the freedom of not having to hide anything from each other anymore.

Kinn's line "there will be no more secrets between us" sums up this scene—and everything that has been building up to it—perfectly. (Also, in the trailer this line is layered over a shot of them in the woods—following what I said above: nice!) I actually think that, in hindsight, trust has not been as much of an issue since they resolved it in the episode 7 bathroom scene as communication has been—they have had conflict, yes, but most of it has been around not telling each other things, rather than not trusting each other (I have more thoughts on this if anyone is interested!). So this line about no more secrets is not only about trusting each other, but more importantly about communication and total honesty—of their feelings, and of their selves.

In my mirrors and reflections meta I've often talked about how the fact that we still see them reflected together has been a clue that they still have yet had to resolve this honesty issue—that there have still been things lurking below the surface. In episode 10, I pointed out that their reflection in the pool was small, blurry: they were getting closer to that resolution.

There are still two episodes left, but I think they've reached it. They've broken down that final barrier, and started being fully open and honest with each other—and now when they have the Pool Scene we will see them in the place where they were once reflected, breaking up those reflections and any lingering doubts with their real, true selves. (And if we do get more reflections of them together, then I will simply be wrong, and that's okay! Also I know we still have the "I'm on your side" scene coming but I am feeling more and more like that might be a misdirect from the trailer and will be largely external and not related to their honesty issues. But watch this series prove me wrong as it has time and time again!)

So when Kinn asks Porsche, "Be my bodyguard," he's not only starting over again with the same words he used all the way back in episode one: he's also asking for them to be each other's, for complete two-way transparency and honesty and trust, and to stay with him—to choose him. And Porsche responds by affirming the love they have for each other, cementing that promise. It's nothing short of a marriage proposal. I can understand why it was Mile's favourite scene, because I think it might be one of mine too.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche meta #also super interesting that this scene follows directly on from porsche choosing not to kill the man who killed his parents #he had the choice between becoming a mafia version of himself and sticking to his true self #and he chose to follow what his heart told him and do what *he* would do rather than what korn wanted him to do #and this in the same episode as kinn making the choice to leave the main family house and come and by with him #something something it's only once they are both being their full authentic selves that this scene can happen #sorry for hiding these thoughts in the tags the post was getting too long lol #also i do accept there may be another wobble next episode but i am hoping that they are both gonna end up on the same side #and like obviously they will be fully resolved by the end of 14 and when we do get the pool scene #but basically all this to say that i haven't wanted them to have the pool scene yet because i haven't thought they were ready #but now i am declaring them Ready #kp*

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life-set-to-random · 6 months

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Oh dear lord… the Ninja Tribunal arch. So much to unpack. Give me strength…

I’m going to try and be fair, I’m going to mention something positive for every complaint I make. I don’t want to be that person after all.

Firstly, please, please, for the love of all things , STOP CALLING OUT ATTACKS LIKE A CHEAP 90S ANIME DUB!!! The original cringe. 😖

Ok, nice thing time. These four were very likable (if not superfluous). I found myself wanting to know more about them and even shipping some of them with the Hamato brothers, if not romantically then at least as besties. Sadly they spend the entire arch building up friendships between these humans and the Turtles only to kill them off in the end. But it feels SO forced. We weren’t given enough time with them to really cry over them as individuals so much as morn the wasted potential they were brimming with. I get they couldn’t kill off the Turtles and thus needed some “Red Shirts” to try and sell the high stakes, but still.

And what about the relatives they were threatened with in the first episode of the arch? Joi Reynard’s Aunt who lives in Japan (I’m assuming Army or Navy brat, she’s WAY too caucasian to even be half Japanese, I’m assuming French ancestry), and Adam McCay’s brother (who never gets a name) in Miami Florida? Faraji Ngala and Yoshida Tora aren’t given specific loved ones to fret over but Tora obviously has someone because he apologizes to Mikey “…our families are at stake.”

Did anyone notify those poor people that their relatives died?! Because they weren’t even mentioned after this.

Side note while we’re on the subject of the folks left behind back on the home front, I hope April or one of the other human Allie’s back in NY are taking care of Klunk. With the way the Hamato clan keeps getting kidnaped for long periods of time, the poor fluff ball could starve easily.

These four, ugh where to start?

Positive note, beautiful visual designs, if not a westerner’s usual hodgepodge of Asian fantasy stereotypes. 🙄😑

Weak backstory, contorting groundbreaking original canon for this series into a very boring and predictable bit of nonsense. Completely unnecessary and obviously half assed, to the point where the Turtles sum it up so succinctly you want to say to Splinter and The Ancient One “That’s how you tell a story!”

Oh and their attitudes sucked! Almost as bad as their communication skills. Thankfully, when he arrived, Splinter flat out called them out on their crap. “How can they prepare themselves if you do not tell them anything?!”

Probably should say something positive again… Um, their voice actors were great?😅 And I love the juxtaposition of the girl being the one to represent strength and having a huge man representing stealth.

The weapons. Positive observations, they’re real weapon types and are actually pretty cool looking. Also it’s nice to see the boys deviated from their comfort zones (not Leo unfortunately, the writers just can’t separate him from swords in their minds apparently). How Leo gets his is so infuriatingly complicated when it didn’t need to be and falls into the trope of “black guy dies first” (then the girl, then the sweetheart, then the cool dude. Did we take a wrong turn into a late 90s horror movie or something?).

The monsters. None of these creatures look like their Japanese inspiration AT ALL! And none of them are Tengu, Tengu doesn’t even mean “demon”! They just stuck Tengu on the end of every other Japanese Yokai name! For no good reason!

I kept hearing that line from Princess Bride in my head. “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

I’m not even Asian and I’m so offended and confused, I can’t imagine how an actual member of the Japanese culture must feel getting shit on like this. Whoever wrote this arch did not respect the source material, the source culture, or the audience because they obviously assumed we were all stupid unaware kids! Ether that, or they were seriously lazy, I suspect both.

And if you’re going to give an English speaking cast of white people Japanese words to say, TEACH THEM HOW TO £¥€&ING SAY THEM CORRECTLY! Jeezus Henry Christmas! (Best Herminone Granger voice) It’s “Oh-Knee” not “On-Eye”!

Bright side, they do look awesome.🤷🏻‍♀️

Im going to have to post about the Tribunal’s dragon forms on another post, I’ve run out of picture space.😑

#tmnt 2003 #kevin eastman #peter laird #my childhood #ninja tribunal #wtf #so much work for so little payoff #why make things so complicated?#I hate retcon

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