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forensicated · 6 months

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Smiffina Episodes - Episode 171

Gabriel is in trouble, Jim is out cold after he's hit him with a bottle, Marie is out cold drunk - he does his best to fake the scene to look like he broke in whilst Marie and Jim were mid-argument.

Gina takes Eva to the hospital to gather evidence from Marie and dispatches Smithy to the scene for Gabriel to update him and to see how Jim is. Jim and Marie are taken to the hospital as Smithy and Gabriel hear movement from upstairs. Concerned it's an intruder, Smithy shakes his asp out and makes his way upstairs to find Marie's son, Ben. Gabriel is nervous, wondering if Ben saw or heard anything. Smithy brings Ben into the station with them whilst they wait for family to take him in.

At the hospital, Eva tries to take Marie's clothes as evidence and Marie protests, asking if they're doing the same to 'that copper', accusing them of closing ranks. She makes a full accusation against Gabriel for hitting Jim with the bottle. At the station, Smithy and Gina interview Gabriel for his side of the situation. Smithy is open to believing what Gabriel says, given Marie's an alcoholic and was out cold when he arrived. Gina, knowing Gabriel's true nature, is suspicious.

Ben is closed off with June, insisting that his mother and stepfather were just 'fighting about stuff' with the air of a child who has heard and seen it all many times. He admits he didn't see either of them hit the other 'this time'. Defensive of his mum, he insists that it's Jim who hits Marie, not the other way around. In an off record chat with June, Smithy and Gina, Eva admits that she's seen what she believes to be Jim being rough with Marie - when really he was restraining her from attacking him at the time. She also admits that he, a recovering alcoholic, had a drink when he was her FLO when her daughter was missing.

Smithy attends hospital when Jim comes round to take his statement. Jim doesn't want it taking to court. Smithy tells him it's not that simple as Marie is accusing Gabriel of assaulting Jim. Smithy openly floats the suggestion that it might be her covering for Jim by blaming Gabriel. Jim throws Smithy out of his hospital room.

At the station, Gabriel is panicking about having his uniform tested for blood and quickly swaps it for Tony's, hiding the actual uniform in his locker. June visits the hospital and speaks to Jim, explaining to him what was revealed in the off record chat and their shared knowledge of Marie being violent to Jim (and attacking June). Jim refuses to bring any accusations against Marie and insists he believes her claim that Gabriel did assault him. He insults June, claiming she just wants someone to mother to make her drop her attempts to make him tell the truth and leave him alone.

Eva asks Marie about her drinking and tries to get information from her about Jim attacking her. She then goes to Jim and accuses him of attacking Marie, claiming she won't cover for him anymore. Overwrought, Jim pulls the neck of his gown down to show her older injuries that he'd sustained from Marie, telling Eva it's Marie who hurts him and puts her cigarettes out on him. Ben speaks to Jim at the hospital and he tells him that everything will be ok and that he doesn't blame him for saying that he had hit his mum, he understands that Ben was scared of his family breaking up. Marie won't take any of the blame and tells Ben that it's all Jim's fault. Ben won't leave his mum to go with Jim as he moves out and Jim has to leave him behind - whilst Marie just continues drinking.

Smithy catches Gina looking at Gabriel's personal file as she's checking back to see if he had any history at Hendon. She speaks to Audrey, the CSE for evidence of Jim's injuries and what she suspects could have happened and then confronts Gabriel to see if his story matches the evidence. It doesn't. Gina returns to her office to find Smithy there with Audrey. She tells Gina that Marie's clothes were covered in Jim's blood and there's not a speck of it on Gabriel's uniform - funny that. Smithy insists to Gina that means Gabriel's in the clear but she tells him that the evidence doesn't match Gabriel's story and that he was the reason Ruby resigned. She doesn't want him on her relief. Smithy accuses her of making it personal and says she's clutching at straws when she reveals Gabriel requested Sun Hill as his posting instead of the West End for the action where most probationers want to go.

Gina questions June about Gabriel who insists he's a good man. Gabriel witnesses and asks June what Gina has been saying about him now. Gina speaks to West Essex Social Services department and asks them to send her Gabriel's record - by pretending she's investing Gabriel for fraud. Smithy warns her if she keeps digging then Gabriel has enough for a bullying charge against her. He's confused to why - if the case is NFA'd - she is still looking into it. Gina simply tells him that she's in charge - and she's suspicious. Gina lets Gabriel know she's spoken to a witness who heard a window break 5 minutes after Gabriel called for an ambulance. She asks Gabriel why he's there and what his connection is with Sun Hill. He changes the subject and says Jim has dropped the case because he doesn't know what happened. Gabriel just shrugs. "Forensics never lie." "But you do." Muses Gina, as Smithy calls her in to tell her that Jim does want to make a statement after all. "... oh blimey."

Smithy and Gina are horrified to see the physical evidence on Jim's body of Marie's beatings and attacks and even more so when he tells them what had happened, admitting it started 2 weeks after they married. When arrested, a drunk Marie shouts public accusations against Jim, insisting he's a bully but noone listens, she has no proof and Jim has a body full. Gina tells him he could have come forward sooner, and Jim points out that they all believed it was him yesterday. He doesn't blame anymore - he knows how difficult, from past experience as an officer, it is for male victims of domestic abuse to be believed.

In the canteen Gabriel tells Jim how brave he is for speaking out and that he doesn't blame him for believing Marie's accusation at first. Witnessing June push Jim away when he tries to apologise, Gabriel manipulates her telling her he cares what she thinks about him and he tears his transfer request up in front of her. Outside he asks her on a date and kisses her in front of the station.. In CAD, Smithy receives a fax for Gina's attention from West Essex Social Services. He reads it - horrified by its contents. He rushes to Gina's office to update her on what he's found out - Gabriel's birth mother is listed as one June Ackland.

#dale smith #the bill #alex walkinshaw #smithy #Gina Gold #Smiffina #Gabriel Kent #Todd Carty #Robert Ackland #June Ackland #Trudie Goodwin #You can only imagine how Trudie felt about this after being with the show from the start...#Roberta Taylor #Smiffinalong #fucking PM

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thesmallmeggles · 4 months

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Fun Trivia: Three of the voice actors in Hi-Fi Rush (Robbie Draymond, Todd Haberkorn, and Roger Craig Smith) were also in Bugsnax.

Here is my proposal for an AU: Chai, Zanzo, and Kale are transported to Snaktooth Island through interdimensional shenanigans, and it's up to the remaining Hi-Fi Rush cast to figure out how to get them back home. Mainly Chai.

Imagine Zanzo and Floofty committing crimes against human and Grumpus nature together.

Snorpy and Kale meet each other and mutually freak out over how similar they sound. (More so Snorpy.)

Chai and Wiggle rocking out together.

#meg thinks out loud #bugsnax #hi-fi rush #crossover au #feel free to continue!#because there's no guarantee that I will

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 6 months

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Is It Really That Bad?

It’s hard to believe nowadays, but there was a time where the Tim Burton/Johnny Depp duo was known for delivering nothing but certified bangers. Edward Scissorhands, Ed Wood, Sleepy Hollow… It was just hit after hit when these two joined forces. But in the mid 2000s, something shifted. It suddenly seemed like people were sick of Burton, sick of Depp, and most of all sick of them working together. Sure, Corpse Bride and Sweeney Todd were still well-liked, but once Alice in Wonderland hit theaters people weren’t shy about voicing their dislike of the director and especially the actor. Burton kind of skidded to a halt for a while, while Depp just kept making increasingly worse movies with Disney and generally not doing anything worthwhile after Rango, and while Alice was the breaking point, the cracks started to show in 2005 with a little film called Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

An attempt to redo Roald Dahl’s novel about a precocious child touring the candy factory of a wacky candymaker was being planned for a long time, with even Nicolas Cage in talks at one point to be Wonka, and at another point good ol’ Martin Scorcese was attached to direct. But things just kept falling through until Burton got dragged in, and from there he proceeded to get things done and talk the studio out of stupid decisions like killing off Charlie’s dad and making Wonka a parental figure. Ah, but speaking of Wonka, that crucial role needed filling, and it seemed a lot of famous actors were considered for the role by the studio—Robin Williams, Patrick Stewart, Michael Keaton, Steve Martin, Bill Murray, Christopher Walken, Brad Pitt, Leslie Nielsen, Robert De Niro, Will Smith, Mike Meyers, Ben Stiller, pretty much every living member of Monty Python left at the time, Adam Sandler, and Marilyn Manson among them according to TVTropes—and Burton had an interesting idea for his second pick to play the guy:

But instead he went for his first pick, someone who’s actually very similar to Marilyn Manson in a lot of ways! Good ol’ reliable JD himself! Surely this was gonna bring in the big bucks! And... it did! It's the highest-grossing adaptation of one of Dahl's works ever, and Burton's second highest-grossing film!

Critics seemed mostly fine with it, but audiences were a lot more divided. Some people liked that it was a new and different take on the story that stayed a lot more true to the book than the beloved 1971 Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (a movie that Dahl famously hated as much as he did Jewish people, so frankly who gives a shit about his opinion), while others clung to the nostalgia of the Gene Wilder Wonka and treated this new film like a war crime. How dare they remake their favorite movie, even though this isn't a remake, it's just a different adaptation of the same book!

So yes, this movie isn’t the most reviled film out there, but it definitely is incredibly divisive, and what’s more I distinctly recall even as a child being aware of the attitude towards Depp and Burton shifting towards the more negative when this film came out. So I figured it was a high time I see about revisiting it and find out if this second cinematic outing into Wonka’s factory was really that bad, or if it genuinely was a work of impure imagination.

THE GOOD

It may surprise you to hear that this film actually does a few things better than the 1971 film. This is especially evident in the four shitty children touring the factory with Charlie.

The ones from Willy Wonka were, to put it bluntly, dull and forgettable, and came off as far too sympathetic in regards to their fate because none of them aside from Veruca Salt showcased any terrible traits that would lead to them deserving their punishments. In this film, all these kids are assholes, so watching them fall prey to the karmic justice of Wonka's factory is all the more satisfying. We also get to see what happens to them after they get out, which is kind of funny. I’m not gonna pretend that they made them the deepest and most complex characters ever, but with how they updated them and with the young actors they got to portray them, they managed to inject a bit more life into them than you’d expect.

This movie also fixes Grandpa Joe, who is pretty infamous to fans of the '71 film as a total asshole who constantly encourages Charlie to steal and just in general seems like a massive burden to his family. Here, he actually is every bit the sweet old grandpa that you’d expect, and his motivations for wanting to go on the tour are a lot nicer and more sympathetic. He also never tries to push Charlie into a life of crime, which is nice.

Of course, the very best aspect of this movie is Deep motherfucking Roy. He’s the second best dwarf actor out there, only oovershadowed by Warwick “Leprechaun” Davis, and much like Davis was in Star Wars as the ultimate Glup Shitto—Droopy McCool.

And in this film he gets the incredible honor of being every single fucking Oompa-Loompa there is, and he is clearly having a blast and busting his ass. He had no prior dancing experience, but you could not tell with how he’s pulling off all these sick moves while spitting out diss tracks for children like he’s Blood on the Dance Floor. He really is the single best actor in the movie, and that’s not to slander anyone else—Roy is just that good. Like we have a scene-stealing minor role for Christopher Lee as Wonka’s dad, a crabby dentist who hates candy, and as amazing as he is Roy still is better. You better respect this man.

Speaking of men to respect: Danny Elfman. Taking lyrics straight from the book and weaving a unique style for each kid—Big Bollywood spectacle for Augustus (that was Roy’s idea), 70s funk for Violet, psychedelic rock for Veruca, and hard rock for Mike—the songs are all genuinely great and fun to listen to. I’d never go as far as to say they’re more iconic than the Oompa-Loompa tracks from the ‘71 film, but I think they function better as songs, and the fact each of them has their own distinct style to set them apart from each other was the right way to go. I do think Mike’s song is the weakest of the bunch, feeling a lot messier than the other three, but it’s not unbearably awful or anything.

THE BAD

The biggest issue with the film is that the two most important characters—Charlie and Wonka—fucking suck.

Let’s start with Charlie. Now, to be clear, I’m not putting any blame on Freddie Highmore—he was literally a child, and even then I think he’s doing his damndest to make Charlie cute and whimsical. The issue here is definitely on the writers, who saw fit to stuff him full of all the syrupy sweet Tiny Tim-esque kind-hearted poor child cliches but forgot to impart a personality to go with them. Charlie is, to put it bluntly, a boring and generic nice guy, and one who ends up feeling like a living plot device to further Wonka’s character development, something that feels especially egregious when his name is literally in the title.

And now let’s talk about Wonka. Boy, is there a lot to unpack with this guy.

Literally everything about this take on Wonka is incredibly awkward and off-putting. The most infamous aspect of him is definitely the look; with his pale skin and dorky haircut he looked a lot like Michael Jackson, who at the time the film came out was going through a very serious scandal where he was accused of doing awful things to children in his big rich guy mansion… which is essentially the plot of this film when you think about it.

But that’s just an unfortunate coincidence! It’s an ugly look, sure, but a good performance could make it palatable, and this was Johnny Depp during his big post-Jack Sparrow renaissance working together with the guy who helped put him on the map. Surely he wouldn’t deliver an incredibly awkward, cringey, and insufferable performance that dials up all his acting quirks to annoying levels, right?

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Here’s the thing: On paper, Depp’s Wonka is honestly not that different than Wilder’s. They’re both weird, quirky, reclusive confectioners with a not-so-hidden disdain for the kids touring their factory and snarky, condescending attitudes. What it all comes down to is the presentation, and to show you what I mean I’m going to use the most batshit comparison you’ve ever seen:

Burton’s Wonka is very similar to Zack Snyder’s Ozymandias.

“Now hold on, Michael,” I hear you exclaiming in utter bewilderment, “how are these two comparable? I know that both are fine with the wonton murder of children if it helps achieve their goals and that a lot of people are weirdly horny for them, but how is this a good comparison?” Well luckily I’m not trying to compare a mass-murdering anti-villain to a quirky chocolatier in terms of character, but in how the adaptation drops the ball with how they’re presented by removing the more warm and positive aspects of them. In Alan Moore’s comic, Adrian Veidt is essentially a relentlessly charming gigachad, an affable and approachable fellow who seems beneath suspicion because he exudes a traditionally heroic warmth. In the movie, however, Snyder chose to portray Veidt as a cold, distant twink who doesn’t seem particularly approachable at all (another case of Daddy Zaddy tragically missing Moore’s point).

This same "missing the point" issue plagues Wonka. Yes, Wilder’s take is just as much a smug asshole reveling in the comeuppance the children are receiving, but he also has a genuine warmth to him which is codified perfectly with him singing “Pure Imagination.” Sure, he’s perfectly willing to traumatize everyone with a demented boat ride shortly after, but Wilder’s performance and the presentation of his Wonks help sell him as a quirky genius who is more likable than insufferable, and you really understand how despite being kind of a dick he is also a beloved figure.

Depp’s Wonka fails as the character in the same basic ways that the movie version of Veidt does: He's a condescending, cold, openly rude, guy who is just genuinely unpleasant to be around despite the movie really trying hard to make him likable and relatable, to the point where unlike Wilder's take it's hard to grasp why this guy gets any respect from anyone. He’s like the proto-Rick Sanchez, except he’s not even particularly funny to make up for it. Maybe this take is more accurate to the book, but if it is it’s really just proof that taking liberties when adapting really is for the best.

And this failure is only compounded by the movie piling on a tragic backstory for Wonka. Yes, Christopher Lee is great, but there is genuinely no need to pile on a traumatic childhood and weird daddy issues to Willy Wonka. The character works best as this weird, trickster mentor figure who dishes out karma to the naughty kids and ultimately rewards the good egg of the bunch. Trying to bring a guy with a magical factory full of dwarfs who do choreographed diss tracks every time a kid falls into the incinerator down to earth and make him relatable is just a mind-boggling decision.

These are really the only two issues with the film that stand out as excessively bad, but… you see the problem, right? The titular character and the owner of the titular chocolate factory are both bad. One’s a living prop, the other is just an obnoxious asshat who is given unneeded character development that ends up falling flat, and while this would be easy to ignore if they were side characters it’s impossible to let slide since they are the main fucking characters. The whole film revolves around the two very worst things in it, and no matter how good the other stuff in the movie is these elements alone drag it down a lot.

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

Look, I’m not going to pretend like this is a great film. If it really is closer to Dahl’s book, all it managed to do is convince me to never read it and solidified my belief that being pragmatic when adapting books to screen is the way to go. It’s also really easy to see how the Burton-Depp fatigue came about, as this is some of the weakest work in both of their filmographies.

But I still feel like there’s plenty to like here. The songs, the bratty kids, Deep motherfucking Roy, it’s all genuinely good shit! There was never a chance it was going to be iconic as the Wilder film, but it’s disingenuous to write it off entirely when it does a lot good things (and a few things better than the '71 version). A lot of people are nostalgic for this one these days, as it's the one this generation grew up with, and honestly? I can't really blame them entirely. It's a decent enough movie, and I honestly think that score it has up there is pretty fair. It's certainly a mixed bag but when it actually succeeds at being charming it does it in its own unique way rather than trying to ape the beloved classic that came before it, and I do respect it for that.

And hey, if Johnny Depp's worst and most annoying movie role is in a movie I'd still say is okay, that's a good thing right? He couldn't possibly ever take a role more cringeworthy and annoying than Wonka in a film that's genuinely shitty, right?

Right?

RIGHT?!

#is it really that bad?#IIRTB #Charlie and the Chocolate Factory #Tim Burton #Johnny Depp #Willy Wonka #Roald Dahl #book adaptation #review #movie review #Youtube

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darkhorse-javert · 3 months

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'News to the Desert'

Introducing Simon 'Sim' Stewart, and to some extent his father Benjamin Stewart (who has made a prior apperance in my writing). Respectively they're Sam's Cousion and Uncle. @blind-dates-fest

North African Desert 1942

A towselled head pops out of the canvas back of the lorry, grins at him, offering a thick bundle in oilskin, “Post has come in, Sir.”

“Righto, Sergeant” He takes the offered bundle, turns to the thick group of his men, cramped together behind him in the path of their camp. They're standing steady, but they're concentrated on the letters in his arms. He pulls them out of the packet, turns up the first one

“Tods, J.” One man presses forwards, takes a bunch of letters wrapped together

“Smith, A J,

“Sergeant Todd..”

It carries on

At last, only one packet is left, a thin one, perhaps only two letters.or a thick one. He pulls off the cover. Two it is, numbered as is the family want.

He pulls out the first, father's familiar handwriting rolling across the thin page, and shimmering through from the other side.

Dear Sim,

We hope you are well out there and in good spirits. We two are quite well here at home, and you probably have heard more of Edwin than we have here, his last letter spoke of being ‘well but dusty’. But then, we suppose, sending post from where we guess you are is not the easiest undertaking.

Things have been very peaceful here, the church choir is carrying on very well, in spite of everything. I confess to being selfishly glad when James Robbins failed his call-up medical a few weeks ago - on account of the rheumatic fever he had as a baby - at least for now we may retain one reliable baritone voice, especially as we lost many of the younger Altos last year. But those are minor matters, and highly selfish in motivation to boot. Services are still well attended here.

‘The two scamps’ send you their luck and good wishes (if we’re being literal, they ask that you “get lots of Nazi’s” - bloodthirsty young pair, I and your mother only ask that you stay safe).

The wider family all report they are well, your Uncle Iain and Aunt Margaret have had no close shaves, despite being on the South Coast.

By far the grandest item of news from the family is that Samatha is to be married, on 6th November. Her husband-to-be is an RAF fighter pilot, and also the son of the Detective Inspector she has been driving since she was attached to the Police.

He pauses, quietly re-reads the sentences for a moment, then continues the letter.

You may find this news to come out of the blue, but cannot be as surprised as your Uncle Iain was. If I am reading his letter correctly, the first he heard of the young gentleman was when a letter from the young man arrived asking for consent to the marriage. It has later emerged that Samantha has been walking out with him, his duties permitting, since the autumn of 1940. And for not one of us to any the wiser to it in the intervening time.

He smiles at the letter,

Oh, well played, Sammy, well done indeed. We always think of you as our ‘little cousin’, myself included in that regard. But - he lets his mind drift back to that last pre-war Summer - you were quite grown up back then, the Lady of the Vicarage with Aunt Margaret’s health as it was, joining the forces won’t have hindered that, probably helped. You’re not a girl in plaits anymore, to be trotted out in Sunday Best. Another memory; ginger plaits and a freckled face as he looked down through gaps in tree branches, to see a much younger Sammy determinedly climbing after him

His father’s pen has paused, and then continued with blacker ink; You may perhaps be able to imagine your Uncle Iain’s reaction to all of this, Sim.

Chuckles tickle his throat and wobble his shoulders at that. Dear Uncle Iain, as pastorally and kindly minded as he is, will have been roundly knocked for six by the apparently sudden news, and knocked again when Samantha’s ‘deception’ came to light. He almost feels sorry for his youngest uncle, what little of him isn’t childishly egging Sam on in her little flash of independence, perhaps even defiance

That said his father’s letter continues, Iain has been a little mollified since actually meeting the young man (Andrew by name) in person. He reports he is a very decent and well-mannered young man, who clearly cares deeply for Samantha. I would also add, and your mother reckons similarly, that the depth of feeling is mutual between them, given she has been keeping Andrew so quiet- and away from ‘familial interference’. We await further news as to the location of the wedding and other particulars. We’re planning to get together a hamper here, as a present. If you get this before early November, send a telegram down to Hastings for congratulations would you?

With our prayers for your safety and health, do write when you can

And much love

Your Father and Mother

Simon consults the date on the letter, mid-October. And right now it’s 3rd November.

He pauses, At least I think it is

This poor letter has been wandering across the desert at snails pace -or to be more charitable at Post pace, while they’ve been moving at speed after Rommel’s boys. There might be time to get a telegram in before the wedding, if the telegram operators are nearby, and there isn’t anything of greater priority to go down the line. If not, it will have to go by post as a letter, and then be telegramed,but worth a try at least.

#blind dates 2024 #foyle's war #sam stewart #foyle's war fanfiction

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ryverbind · 8 months

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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: If You Miss Me, Say Hello-- If You Want Me, Then Say So [15.2]

Sal's Lore (Part One)

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A/N::: Step Out From The Inside and Say Goodnight by Bullet For My Valentine are really good songs that scream Sal for this chap if you want to give it a try <3

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Sal was a bitter, revenge-driven soul by the time he turned eighteen. He had fought off his wrathful demons for years, but he could only keep them at bay for so long. In fact, to this day, he remembers the turning point for him like it was yesterday. The day he stopped the war being waged in his mind.

It was cool in Nockfell, a bit chilly. October. Halloween was just around the corner. The city was just like it always was and is-- trapped in an eternal autumn where the trees are always dead, the leaves are always crunchy, the air is always crisp, and the unique scent of Granny Smith's mixed with freshly carved pumpkins was a constant.

Nockfell was stagnant. It never changed. It wasn't much and the population was so small that it was technically Nockfell Village, but one thing that no one could deny was that it was beautiful and had its interesting points.

Sal had just finished his classes for the day-- it was nearly three in the afternoon on a Friday. There was supposed to be a bonfire down at Wendigo Lake once the sun went down. The bonfire happened on this day every year. It was a Nockfell tradition to ring in the official start of their pumpkin harvest.

Pumpkins were an important part of Nockfell's rich history. Just as sugarcane harvests are something to celebrate in Louisiana and California has their lemon festivals, pumpkins were Nockfell's thing. Wendigo Lake's Annual Pre-Harvest Bonfire was important; always happened the night before the city's Pumpkin Festival.

Everyone was prepared with pumpkins littering every inch of open space possible, so the afternoon was a breath of fresh air to Sal. It was nostalgic. It was the part of his childhood he preferred, the part that wasn't so tragic.

Sal trudged home in his new pair of cornflower blue-colored Converse. His original pair had long worn away by this point, but he found another pair to replace them.

He was alone, gaze glued to the world of orange and yellow around him. All the big white houses with their wide porches looking like props from horror movies. He half expected Michael Myers to pop out of a bush. The Halloween decorations on display only helped to liven up his imagination. What he wouldn't give to have a moment with Michael Myers over their shared masks.

Children were beginning to return home now, too. They would shoot off of their buses and run straight to leaf piles that were freshly raked up by their busy fathers. Sal watched a pair of twins scatter the dead leaves all over the ground again, only for a man to stomp around the corner of his home to yell at his children for pushing his work back.

But again, Sal was alone and he couldn't have been more aware of it. It wasn't unusual. Ash went home in her car, Larry dropped by Mr. Addison's recently purchased grocery store to collect his weekly work check, and Todd went to Neil's house for the weekends.

It was just Sal on Friday afternoons. Him and his constantly raging thoughts. And his feet crunching leaves and pine needles that littered the sidewalk. And his shoulder-length azure hair billowing in the soft breeze. His fingers pulling at the straps of his backpack.

Most importantly about this particular day's scene was that Sal felt numb. He was tired-- exhausted. Completely drained and so sick of acting like he had forgiven the person who tore his life apart before it had even really begun.

Everyone always said the right thing to do was forgive, but Sal didn't understand why that was the solution. He would write down the things he wanted to say to the person who ripped him apart. He cried about how disheartened he was, screamed at his ceiling while he showered, begging for the pain to go away. Forgiveness had done nothing to heal him, and he was absolutely sure that his forgiveness didn't matter to his mother's murderer.

For far too long, he had held back every single emotion and reaction that he should've gotten out. He was starting to wonder why he ever did that in the first place. In the way shaking a bottle of soda would cause it to burst, Sal was doing the same with his own feelings. He was constantly being shaken up and he knew he would blow any second at that point. He kept trying to push it down, but on that day, walking along Nockfell's near empty streets, Sal suspected his moment was right around the corner.

Cutting away at his skin offered only little relief at one point, but now it did nothing. He itched for emotional release, for catharsis-- but he was too afraid to look for it and didn't know how to achieve it. He was stuck. At a dark, twisted standstill with himself.

All he ever felt deep down at that time was envy and anger. He constantly craved the lives his friends lived. They were able to show off their faces in peace. They slept well at night, and for eight full hours he begrudgingly presumed. They had their parents, their families. Sal had his dad and he had his friends-- he was grateful for them, but it was just never enough. No matter how badly he wanted what he already had to be enough. He was always yearning for something, but he could never really figure out what it was that he wanted.

Did he want someone to love? Someone to love him? A face? His mother? A good night's sleep?

Sal was disgusted with himself, with his indecisive and ungrateful shit. With his horrible luck. He was his own personal pity party. How pathetic.

He couldn't do a single thing. Sal was just doomed to suffer forever.

He was starting to feel restless, like a zip-tie pulled too tight, just seconds away from snapping. And the sudden howl from beside him only tightened that tie. He went rigid in his stance, one foot caught mid-step. His head snapped up, blue hair falling into the eyeholes of his prosthetic, tickling his eyelashes.

Sal brushed his hair away from his face when a little giggle followed the scream he'd just heard-- he wasn't about to be attacked. He didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

He blinked at two teenagers running around someone's front lawn. They looked happy, energetic. Unbothered by the terrors of the world around them. He felt jealous, but he felt like scoffing at their ignorance too. Didn't they know that people were suffering somewhere in the world? How could they be so carefree-- how could they be happy?

Sal had to remind himself every single day that he couldn't actually think that way about other people. Everyone was allowed to be happy at some point, he was allowed some relief too. He just didn't get it often enough for it to really... matter.

But one little splash of joy in his deadened life was curled up in his bed at home and waiting for his afternoon snack. So Sal turned his attention away from the happy kids, focused on getting home yet again. But when his head swerved to look back to the placement of his feet, he noticed a pair of shoes a few steps away from him.

Sal's gaze traveled up the person's body, his blood going ice cold once he realized that it was Travis standing before him. Not to mention, the horrified expression on the bully's face was a bit startling to the bluenette.

Travis's face was always bruised or scratched in some form or another. Sal felt a bit morbid when thinking that Travis's abused skin just so happened to bring out the mahogany shade of his dark eyes. And the bully's hair was in a purposefully messy state that was just so exemplary to Sal. Even if the dark roots of his bleached hair needed to be dyed again, he still managed to make it into something attractive. Sal was, again, envious. But more prominent than his envy was his rage and his fear.

Sal stood there, assessing Travis's fearful figure with wide, wary eyes, even if only one of them worked anymore.

A wave of disdain cursed Sal. Every single day, he had to find a way around Travis and that afternoon he had to do it again. He should have been free of his bully for the rest of the weekend, so what business did Travis have there?

Whether their interactions were verbal or bloody, Sal still despised having to so much as be in the blonde asshole's vicinity. He didn't mind watching Travis-- watching him was simple, noninvasive, and even interesting at times. But actually having to be near him and listen to his insults? Sal would rather avoid that.

So he tried to go for the ignorance route-- sidestep Travis and pretend he never saw him. But as soon as Sal took a single step forward, Travis barked out his name. It was so frantic and desperate that Sal couldn't help but flinch. And despite his better judgement, Sal stopped moving. He couldn't help it, the pause was instinctual. He stared at Travis, wide-eyed and trying to hold up a half decent glare.

Travis and Sal had one singular moment of understanding years ago-- their freshman year of high school. The bully's vulnerability now reminded Sal of their one moment. The bluenette had always been too empathetic to ignore someone in need-- even if it was Travis who bothered him to no end when Sal happened upon him crying in the bathroom one day.

But that didn't matter anymore, or it shouldn't at least because the day after that moment, Travis reverted back to his well-known asshole persona. Sal had been so disappointed in himself for wasting his time that day a few years back. He thought he had finally made a friend of the closed-off bully, but it turned out that nothing changed.

On the sidewalk, standing before Travis, Sal was reminded of the day a stall door separated the two young men. Watching the more grown up version of Travis made Sal feel like he was just going to waste his time again by assuming that the blonde had changed. Sal shouldn't keep hoping for change, but he couldn't help it.

Sal continued to wait to hear him out anyway. Watched a fidgety, red-faced Travis who looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

"I'm moving," Travis finally spoke, his voice was quivering. "Away from Nockfell."

That was news to Sal. Not like it mattered much-- this just meant that he could finally be at peace with his not-so-normal, every day life. If anything, Sal was actually elated.

"And I'll probably never see you again," Travis continued, looking off to the side. "So I wanted to tell you something. Before I go." The boy frequently paused, unable to really look Sal in the eye or keep the tremor from his deep voice.

Sal chewed on his scarred bottom lip, trying to ignore the way it felt like biting on ripped leather. "If it's to call me a freak like you've done for the past four years, you can just leave now," he snapped, his tone soft like it always was because God forbid he release all the pent up rage and aggression. Losing his filter in front of Travis was never on Sal's list of things to accomplish.

Sal could hear Travis audibly gulp at the cold words directed at him. "No," Travis squeaked, "I-- I never meant any of that."

Sal scrunched his face up at such a sad attempt at a lie. The tip of his nose brushed the inside of his prosthetic, teeth bared as he snorted tastelessly, "Could have fooled me." Just like he thought-- a waste of time.

Without a moment of hesitation, the bluenette stepped onto the curb of the street, passing up Travis. He didn't look at him, didn't acknowledge his presence anymore. He was done dealing with this asshole. He had a date with Gizmo, Travis didn't matter.

Sal resurfaced on the opposite side of Travis, their backs to each other. He tried to clear his mind, to ignore the burning rage scratching at his spine. Travis was leaving, things were going to be better. He just had to remember that. He had to hold onto that.

"I'm in love with you!" A soft, almost inaudible whimper followed that declaration. "I always have been..."

Sal's mind turned to mush. He suddenly couldn't think, couldn't form words or comprehend what was just said. He simply took pause-- his steps and thoughts simultaneously ceasing. He was at a standstill with the rest of the world around him. Where was he even supposed to start in dissecting what Travis had just said?

Sal's heart thrummed wildly inside his chest. He was enraptured by the prospect of being loved-- didn't matter who loved him. It was the fact that maybe just one person loved him romantically. But then again, how could anyone love him? Especially homophobic, ableist Travis of all people. What was going on here? Obviously Travis was lying, but why would he drag himself down with Sal? What was the purpose?

Sal didn't know how to calm his mind, he didn't know how to pick a side. He wanted to be excited so badly, but he knew better. He knew that this was just another one of Travis's devious plots in stomping him into his grave. Sal grew increasingly disappointed in himself. Every. Single. Day. But hoping for Travis to love him? Trusting it even if just for a moment? Getting excited over it? That was breaking boundaries. He needed to draw the line for himself.

But the issue was that he had already crossed that line he was struggling to build last minute. All of the build up over the past few years was coming to a breaking point and he could feel it. He could smell it. He could taste it. The numbness traveled throughout his entire body-- it was in his blood, in his bones, in his DNA by this point and he was going to snap. There was no holding it back anymore.

Sal turned his head over his shoulder to address Travis, hands clenching into fists as he fought for clarification, for just a moment of relief. His fingernails bit into his palms, a sweet little stinging sensation following the sudden puncture. "What?" He snapped at Travis.

Travis took a breath, his entire body rising with the intake. Sal's gaze was caught in a snare-- eyes glued to the bully's red cheeks and watery eyes. "Do you remember when you found me crying all those years ago?" He asked Sal, voice cracking and quivering. Had Sal not been so pissed off and confused and saddened and every other emotion in the world, he'd have been intoxicated by the sound of Travis tripping over himself. "I was just beginning to acknowledge my feelings for you that day," he continued, swiping a hand over his bruised cheek. Travis' lips trembled, effectively showing off the healing cut on his bottom lip.

"I wrote it all down to try and get the thoughts out of my head, but it only got worse. I couldn't--" Travis stopped, clutching his shaky hands to his chest. "It was hard for me. I shouldn't be gay, I can't be. But... I've learned over the past three years that I am. And I've loved you from the start, no matter how much I hate to admit it."

Sal's head began shaking immediately. He was in disbelief for multiple reasons. The audacity of Travis to-- to... the audacity. There was no way Sal was going through this right now. He couldn't believe it. He refused to-- for his own sake. But that damn expression on Travis's face struck fear and relief in Sal's heart. And he fucking hated it.

It was relief for himself. Maybe he wasn't unloveable. And apparently Travis didn't hate him, he was just struggling with his sexual orientation. Relief for Travis for finally accepting himself and his feelings-- for being brave enough to be honest about it. Sal didn't want to be relieved though, he wanted to be angry. Which is exactly why he didn't want to hold back anymore. He couldn't keep doing it. Fuck everyone else, he had to ride or die for himself. He was the only one who ever would.

Travis might have been gay, but there was no way he could love Sal. It was impossible. The devil and angel battling on his shoulders was finally chipping away at the last bit of resolve that Sal had held up all those years. It was a cave in the trunk of a tree, and that tree was starting to tip over. This was the end.

He was tired of the lies. Tired of the excuses. Tired of the tip-toeing-- either to protect him or at his expense. Sal didn't need protecting and he sure as hell didn't want it to begin with. He didn't need someone trying to convince him that he was a freak either. Because he was a freak. And, right then, with his blood pumping and rage consuming his very essence, maybe being a freak wasn't such a bad thing.

Sal's fists squeezed even tighter, his fingertips smeared with his own blood by that point. He was done in every sense of the word. In every meaning. Completely and utterly finished. The days where he once wasted his time and bowed down to everyone were over.

He blinked past the red sheen in his vision, eyes locked on Travis who looked like he was about to faint, cry, piss himself-- he wasn't sure but it was something.

And again though, Sal couldn't care less about anyone else's feelings, let alone Travis's.

"F--" Sal seethed behind his prosthetic, instinctually biting into his tongue while his lips pulled back in a frustrated, angry snarl. His vocal cords were betraying him, trying to stop him from saying what he really wanted to say. Wanted to remind him of his calm exterior and to hold up his good reputation. That was old Sal, though. New Sal said what he thought-- what he felt.

"Fuck you."

The seal was broken. Sal's last ledge of hope disappeared, leaving the young man to free fall in his own rage and revenge-driven vices. The fight was over. The war was won. Wrath had prevailed.

"Fuck you," Sal spat out again, voice so aggressive that it nearly turned into a yell. "I'm fucking tired of your manipulation. Don't you know how pathetic you are? You're a waste. Such a waste of space, a waste of time. What was the point of torturing me for years just to come spew some bullshit about love at me? You don't love me-- you don't even fucking love yourself."

Travis flinched, falling a step or two away from the monster Sal had suddenly become. The tears that had been building in the bully's eyes finally spilled over his flushed cheeks. His mouth worked wordlessly while he stared at Sal for a bit. He bent over to hide his face, furiously wiping at his wet skin.

He took a quick breath then lifted his head again, a deadly glare quickly being directed at Sal. It was the same expression the bully wore every day. And Sal matched it with his own. He was ready, prepared for everything and anything. He'd beat Travis into the ground if he had to. Honestly, he'd feel better if he was able to get his frustrations out. Adding another pretty bruise to Travis's face felt like the best way to do just that.

Neither boy said a word, they only glared at each other for two beats of silence, and an extra beat of contemplation.

Then Travis started stomping over to Sal who was only four or so steps away, his bruised fingers squeezing into fists. Sal recognized that stance, that walk, so he prepared himself with one foot in front of the other and dropped his backpack to the ground.

"You're right. I don't love myself," Travis murmured, voice condescending. Sal held his ground confidently.

Travis hadn't seen that from Sal before. The bluenette would usually just step away and try to leave the scene— but Sal's confidence didn't deter the bully either.

"I'm sorry," Travis ground out behind clenched teeth. "I don't know how to prove it to you."

"What?" Sal laughed humorlessly, breath growing rapid to match his racing heart as Travis trekked closer. "Fighting me is how you'll prove it?"

Travis's brows bunched together in confusion for a fraction of a second. He stopped right in front of Sal, the toes of their shoes brushing and their chests just a hairsbreadth away from each other. "No," Travis breathed in disbelief, shaking his head lightly.

The bully could see everything in Sal's pretty blue eyes. The baby blue of a clear day's sky. The brightest stars in the universe captured in his irises, showing him a world of opportunity. A world of dreams. Everything he wanted. But he could also see the desperate anger in those pretty eyes that he seemed to love so much.

And Sal couldn't quite comprehend what was going on in Travis's head, didn't understand when he leaned down and pressed his lips to his prosthetic either. But the pressure was there, he could see the top of Travis's head and marveled at how impossibly close he was. And then the little kiss to his lips.

Sal's real lips parted, absolute bewilderment taking hold of him. His heart fluttered with thousands of cruel butterflies, his stomach churned with wildflowers and warm sunshine. He couldn't understand how a meaningless, fake kiss could light him up like a carnival but there he was.

Travis separated himself from Sal, wary and watery eyes watching the boy he loved through two little holes.

Sal simply looked back at him, eyes wide and his entire body trembling with adrenaline.

There was a second snap in Sal's mind that day. A snap that allowed him to see that while he loathed Travis with all his being, he felt connected to him too. He didn't by any means love the bully, but the surprise affection awakened him to something he didn't know existed within him.

And later that night, Ash, Todd, and Larry got an excuse that Sal wasn't feeling well and that he'd be skipping the bonfire.

In reality, he and Travis were hidden somewhere in Nockfell's forest, spending Travis's last day together. Sal had his first real kiss, one that went past the surface of his prosthetic. He had many other kisses that night too. He had a lot of desperate moments, Travis had a lot of desperate moments too. They were desperate together.

They found serenity, peace, and the depths of desperation in each other. They found anger, they found depression, they found secrets. They created secrets and they carried them well, kept them hidden for a long time. With certain exceptions on Travis's part— unknown to Sal, of course.

Sal will never forget the moment he pulled off his prosthetic in the darkened woods. Travis had looked over him, smiled, and kissed him again.

They stayed out well past midnight and Sal hoped Gizmo would forgive him for not making it back in time for their afternoon cuddle session, but this was too important. Sal hadn't known how, but it mattered. It mattered a lot.

It changed him. And when he and Travis parted ways that night, both boys knew it was the start and end to whatever little opportunity was there. They wouldn't try for more. They got their hours and that was enough.

Sal went back to Addison Apartments, Travis went back to his parents yelling at their near empty home.

And they never spoke again.

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A/N:::: heyo :3 figured I'd started this up. I've had a few comments saying that Motherf*cker Sal is SO unlike canon Sal, which is true. But this is a universe where instead of being soft and shy to the end, Sal got tired of being something he wasn't. He was never whole, never healed from his trauma and his past— that's very evident in the game. So here, Sal snaps and develops a new persona. He's cold and a bit closed off, but most importantly, he tries not to bottle up his emotions. He gets out what he's feelings instead. He's still lovable and so sweet, just not to certain people for certain reasons ;)

This is one of either three or four parts. I'm not quite sure yet— but anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

As always, thank you for the continued support! I love you all so incredibly much💕

our first chapter back with a new title </3 :,)))

#sal fisher #sally face #larry johnson #ash campbell #todd morrison #travis phelps #enemies to lovers #sally face fandom #sally face fanfiction #fanfic #future smut #i miss motherf*cker so much wow

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jamazzilblog · 1 year

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I did Leosagi headcanons and now it's time for some Disaster Twins headcanons because they live rent free in my head. 💙💜

Donnie Bi and Nb icon (He/They).

Leo Gay icon (this man has not an ounce of heterosexuality in his body).

Leo's first crush was Jupiter Jim.

They are both gossips like, Leo will go to Donnie's lab with the most hot pipin tea and Donnie will eat it up every time.

Donnie and Leo love Bo Burnham(Donnie got hit like a truck with That Funny Feeling and Leo with Look Who's Inside Again)

Donnie is a theater kid that we all know, but I think his favorite genre is horror musicals ( Jekyll and Hyde,Black Friday, TGWDLM, Frankenstein, Beetlejuice, Sweeney Todd,Little Shop of Horrores) (I can specifically see him going all full theatre nerd with Modern Prometheus)

Donnie has a of of plants in his lab and has named them all after famous scientists and other historical figures.

Donnie listens to groups like Abba, The Smiths and Tears for Fears to dance.

Donnie has all his playlists organized depending on his mood, like for dancing, having as background while he works(this one's full of techno and videogames soundtracks), going full on theatre nerd,etc.

I can't really explain it but I think his fear of Beach balls is related to their first time going to the surface. (Like I can imagine a small Donnie being idk attacked by a beach ball)

No one knows who's the older twin, and if asked they will change the answer for convenience or just for shit and giggles.

Leo listens to Glam Rock canonically and I think his favorite artists and groups are David Bowie, Queen, Elton John, The Struts...

Donnie's guilty pleasure are oldie rom-coms, he is obsessed with 10 things I hate about you, Notting hill, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days,etc.

Leonardo Hamato is a swiftie (you will take this hc from my cold dead hands)( anti-hero, the archer,mirrorball and this is me trying are HIS songs )

I feel like Leo would love movies like Now you See me or the Oceans saga.

Leo is an insomniac and Donnie is a sound sleeper but I feel like he would fuck up his sleep schedule on purpose, so they spend nights on Donnie's lab just on each other's company.

They shared a room when they were kids and now when one of the two feel bad they'd go to the other's room to sleep.

Twin telepathy, they have twin telepathy. Donnie denies it exists and Leo defends it with everything he has.

Those are all I have for now but I'll probably make more because I have a lot of thoughts on these two.

And please if you have any Hc share them!!!

#leo rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rottmnt donnatello #rottmnt donnie #disaster twins #headcanon #headcanons

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cannibalcoyote · 1 year

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Masterlist:

*Imagines that aren’t linked means that they aren’t published yet*

Original Art

Original Stories:

Senseless Reality

Series

Imagines/One-shots:

Die Hard(Movies):

Simon Gruber Pt.1: A Stranger

Simon Gruber Pt.2: A Savior

Simon Gruber: Escape

Simon/Hans Gruber Pt.1: Alone

Simon Gruber Pt.2: I Will Protect You

Simon Gruber: Am I Worth Anything?

Simon Gruber: Vengeance

Simon Gruber: Lost

Simon Gruber: Fear

DH3 Cast: Anxiety

Star Trek:

Christopher Pike: You Saved Me

Christopher Pike: Arguments

Seven of Nine: Effigy

War Games(1983):

Dr. Stephen Falken: Enough Games

Dr. Stephen Falken: Living in the Past

David Lightman: Escape

David Bowie/Characters:

David Bowie: Sun Rays to Rainy Days

David Bowie: The Actress

David Bowie: Kid Sister

David Bowie: Confrontations

David Bowie: Determination

David Bowie: Don't Go

David Bowie: Security

Jack Celliers: Beautiful Eyes

Jack Celliers: Sadie

Jack Celliers: Alive

Rockstar: Your Story(Interview)

I Can't Stay Here Anymore

Jareth: Quelled Fear

Jareth: Twin Souls

Jareth: Lost Child

Jareth: Lost Queen

Jareth: Back Away

Mick Ronson:

Rockstar: Your Story(Interview)

I Can't Stay Here Anymore

Hannibal(TV):

Hannibal Lecter Pt.1: Antisocial

Hannibal Lecter Pt.2:Antisocial

Hannibal Lecter: New Patient

Hannibal Lecter: Protector

Marvel/DC:

Alfred Pennyworth: Alone

The Elder Maximoff(Series)

Animes:

Beastars- Pina: Leave My Lioness Alone

Beastars- L/Rouis: Scars

SpyxFamily- Loid Forger: Ease Up Old Man

TLOK- Kuvira: Safe

TLOK- Kuvira: A Friendly Face

TLOK- Kuvira: Prison Break

TLOK- Kuvira: Freedom

TLOK- Kuvira: An Uncertain Future

TLOK- Kuvira: Fury

TLOK- Kuvira: Ambush

TLOK- Kuvira: Sisters

TLOK- Kuvira: Bandits

TLOK- Kuvira: The Abused

TLOK- Kuvira: Fear

TLOK- Kuvira: Regret

TLOK- Kuvira: Sergeant

TLOK- Kuvira: Gone Astray

TLOK- Kuvira: Critical

TLOK- Lin Beifong: Family

TLOK- Lin Beifong: Lost

Black Butler- Sebastian Michaelis: Reaper

The Lion King:

Scar: What Did I Do?

Scar: Betrayal

Scar's Adopted Brother(Series)

Cats(Musical):

Munkustrap: The Beast He Made

Munkustrap: Why?

Broadchurch:

Alec Hardy: A Messed Up Situation

Alec Hardy: Correlation Does Not Equal Causation

Unraveled (Series)

Harry Potter:

Severus Snape: Siblings

BBC:

Doctor Who- 10th Doctor: Reunited

Doctor Who- 11th Doctor: I Didn't Mean To

Johnny Depp:

Johnny Depp: Bodyguard Bestfriend

Tom Hanson: Where is Y/N?

Sweeney Todd: Feeling Fatherly

John Dillinger: I Loved You

Jack Sparrow: Too Far

George Jung: Dangerous Affair

House MD:

Gregory House: Consequences

MASH:

Benjamin 'Hawkeye' Pierce: Decisions

Margaret ‘Hot Lips’Houlihan: Friends

NCIS/Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner: Found Out

Aaron Hotchner: First and Last Phone Call

BAU: Team Member to Murderer

Jethro Gibbs: The Dangers of Pride

Peaky Blinders:

Thomas Shelby: The Blind Woman

The Dressmaker:

Tilly Dunnage: I'll Be Here

LOTR/The Hobbit:

Thranduil: Why Did You Run?

Thranduil: Abandoned

Thranduil: Nin Naur

Woodland Princess (Series)

House of the Dragon:

Daemon Targaryen: Daughter

Daemon Targaryen: Bastard

Daemon Targaryen: Unexpected

Daemon Targaryen/Matt Smith: Two Face

Aemond Targaryen: Blood Debt

Hazbin Hotel:

In progress

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estpresso · 2 years

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Queer sapphic media I have consumed!! Mainly sapphic, did not include media with sapphics as side characters.

May have loved, liked, disliked, or been indifferent.

FILMS

Ammonite (2020) dir. Francis Lee

A League of Their Own (2022) by Will Graham and Abbi Jacobson

Booksmart (2019) dir. Olivia Wilde

Baka Bukas (2016) dir. Samantha Lee

But I'm a Cheerleader (1999) dir. Jamie Babbit

Carol (2015) dir. Todd Haynes

Carmen and Lola (2018) dir. Arantxa Echevarría

Crush (2022) dir. Sammi Cohen

D. E. B. S. (2004) dir. Angela Robinson

Disobedience (2017) dir. Sebastián Lelio

Elena Undone (2010) dir. Nicole Conn

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert

Fear Street Trilogy (2021) dir. Leigh Janiak

Imagine Me & You (2005) dir. Ol Parker

Pariah (2011) dir. Dee Rees

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma

Pride (2014) dir. Matthew Warchus

Rafiki (2018) dir. Wanuri Kahiu

Saving Face (2004) dir. Alice Wu

The Favourite (2018) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

The Feels (2017) dir. Jenér LaMarque

The Half of It (2020) dir. Alice Wu

The Handmaiden (2016) dir. Park Chan-wook

The Miseducation of Cameron Post (2018) dir. Desiree Akhavan

The Perfection (2018) dir. Richard Shephard

Vita & Virginia (2018) dir. Chanya Button

SERIES/SHOWS

Bloom Into You (2018) dir. Makoto Katō

Black Mirror: San Junipero (2016) dir. Owen Harris

Dickinson (2019) by Alena Smith

Euphoria (2019) dir. Sam Levinson

How to Get Away with Murder (2014) by Peter Nowalk

Sense8 (2015) dir. The Wachowskis

The Fall of the House of Usher (2023) dir. Mike Flanagan

The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020) dir. Mike Flanagan

The Haunting of Hill House (2018) dir. Mike Flanagan

BOOKS

Cinderella is Dead (2020) by Kalynn Bayron

Hani and Ishu's Guide to Fake Dating (2021) by Adiba Jaigirdar

Henna Wars (2020) by Adiba Jaigirdar

The Dark Wife (2011) by Sarah Diemer

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo (2017) by Taylor Jenkins Reid

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starryeyedadmirer · 8 days

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Imagine Todd Smith and Scotty Sire get in a friendly eating contest but they push their limits a little too hard and now they are bloated and ripping fart after fart

And let’s add Zane in there, just for the hell of it. My, my… that’s a competition that I’d love to see!!!

#starry eyes #thanks for the ask!#todd smith #scotty sire #zane hijazi

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thealiencat3 · 1 year

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Jealousy~ Yandere Jason Todd / Red Hood x Oc

Oc: Luna Smith

Summary: Luna liked Jason for many years. At last she got tired and moved on with non other than Tim. Her classmate. Jason's isn't okay with this~

She was Tim's classmate and also bestfriend. She met Jason through him. She didn't know why, found him interesting. She doesn't know much about him except he's being Tim's big brother and a book nerd. His front hair was white. She never knew the reason. She just liked him. He was handsome, strong, confident and tough. Yes he was mean and used a lot of dirty words, it was fine with her. After gathering so much of courage, she finally confessed him. You can imagine his reply," Wtf!! I don't date kids. Specially short girls". 'short girls' was what he never wanted to date. But she was one of them. She tried to put on heels and did everything she could and confessed him again and again but everytime, he made a new excuse to reject the blonde girl. Once it was her having straight hair, she curled it. Once, he's not into blondes and liking red hair, she dyed. Once, disliking her blue outfits which gives him Disney vibes , she unwillingly changed to yellow clothes. She stopped feeling like herself. After so many tries, yes she got tired. She stopped meeting him. She's now herself again. She was attractive for Tim. Very cute . So, he asked her out. " Hi Luna, Are you free Saturday night?" He asked. The book nerd girl looked at him with her large , sparkly eyes. Which made his heart skip a beat. "Yes" she replied. "So , I have got two movie tickets" he smiled. " Would you like to come with me?" She smiled. " Sure". "So we're on a date ?" He asked. "Yes" she replied.

Jason was gone in a long mission with Starfire and Duke. It was the right time to ask her out. She wouldn't be distracted. But unfortunately, Jason came back on Saturday afternoon. That pissed Tim off. Well, he slept all day instead of creating a mess around the house. In evening, she arrived at his house as her parents were away. She was wearing a blue dress, blue clip, white heels and silver necklace. "You're looking cute" Tim complemented. "Thanks Tim" she smiled at him, making him blush. "Whoahhh!! Our Timmy got a date" Casandra exclaimed. "And with Jay's girl" she teased. "Shut up" Tim got annoyed. " I'm not Jason's girl Cass" she laughed. Oops, wrong timing. Jason was just passing by and he overhead the conversation. "YOU F****** GOT A DATE LUNA??" he shouted. She didn't want to see him. At least not before her first date. She wasn't expecting this response either. Tim didn't want to see him at this moment too. "Yeah. We're dating Jason" Tim replied. "HUH?? YOU?? W**!! SHE'S DATING SOMEONE LIKE YOU??" Yeah. He's actually creating a mess now at the end moment. "What's wrong about him Jay?" She asked. He took a glance at her short frame. She was honestly, SO F****** CUTE!! Jason didn't take his eyes off her for a moment. Studying her carefully. Like the first edition of his 'Pride and Prejudice' he just finished a weak ago. He's maybe, trying to read the whole book again. Only in one minute. "WHAT'S WRONG?? HE'S A NERD" he shouted . She couldn't believe he's calling his own brother 'a nerd'. "I like him Jay. He's my bestfriend and boyfriend now". She replied. She was getting annoyed. She held Tim's hand. "We're late Timmy. We'll miss the movie" she said and dragged him out with her. "YOU GAVE THIS RAT A NICKNAME HOW DA..." Cassandra covered his mouth as he followed them out. "Don't worry Luna. He's just tired because of the trip. He'll be okay once he sleeps. You two enjoy" she smiled and waved at them. She gave him a good scold after they left.

"Sorry for the drama Luna. You know how Jason is" Tim apologized. "It's okay Tim .he must be tired" she tried to smile. After the movie, Tim had another surprise for her. "You actually got tickets for Dove Cameron's concert??" She exclaimed. Tim winked which made her blush. He's a way better than Jason Peter Todd. How could she not realise it before?? Otherwise, she would've made the first move.

She couldn't believe it was real. She was actually in a concert. Her parents never allowed her to went to a concert. She was smiling, dancing with Tim and singing along the crowd. Until, Tim felt something wrong with his stomach. 'those popcorns' he thought. "Uhh... Luna" he called her name. "Yes?" " Umm... Actually.... I need to use the toi..let" he said the last word with shame. Though he was the most shameless person around her, not today, it was a date. She laughed. "I think popcorns are doing their work. I'll wait for you". Tim was gone. He wondered, if he actually ate too much?? He felt suspicious. He pulled out his phone to check on her. But he got a message from Jason instead.

"JASON: How was my surprise??"

"WHAT THE HELL!!" He shouted. Only to receive a scolding from someone. "It's a public place. Stop cursing" . He apologized.

while , Luna was enjoying on her own. She almost forgot about Tim. It was dark and everybody were dancing and singing with flashlights on. She was too. Untill someone tightly grabbed her arm and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. She kissed back. She was confused because the guy felt a way too taller and different. It was her first kiss. 'when did Tim became so tall?' she thought. The guy was muscular too. The kiss was becoming more and more forceful and her lips started hurting. Then he pulled away. Luna's eyes widened as she saw who it was. JASON TODD. her old crush. He was smirking at her. "JASON!!??" "It's Jay~" he corrected as he pulled her to him. "How about dancing with me? Your boyfriend is nowhere to be found" he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "why don't you try me?" He pinned her to him and forced her to dance. The background music ,'Boyfriend' was matching with them.

she tried to walk away from him as faster as she could. At first, he rejected her again and again and now, he not only ruined her date with Tim but also he stole her first kiss. She can't believe he did this with his own brother. As they walked out, he lift her like a feather and put her on his shoulder. "Put me down JASON" she screamed. "It's Jay" . He didn't listen to her. He took her to a nearby dark corner and put her down. "Are you serious!!??" She said angrily. "Hah of course. I can't see you dating a nerd" he replied. " He's your brother!!" She finally raised voice on someone first time in her life. " What you didn't like me kissing you?? I thought you liked me Luna" he said. "I was tired Jason. I was tired of getting rejected" she said. "Well let me tell you something. Do you know everything about Tim?" He asked. " What do you mean?" She asked. " Well , I don't think Tim told you yet". "Yet what?" She asked. " Well, Tim is Red Robin" . Her eyes widened. "Are you kidding me? I'm not in a mood". He chuckled. "Well this is the truth Luna. Bruce is Batman, Dick is Nightwing , Damian is Robin and I'm Red Hood" he said. "Have you ever wondered, where Tim disappears suddenly? Hmm??" No it can't be. Tim never hid anything from me. "it doesn't make any sense. Timmy can never hide anything from me" . He got angry. He used one of his hands to grab both of her wrists and pinned her against a wall while he used his other hand to grab her waist. "Don't ever try to use his nickname on my face." He warned in a dark tone. Then he suddenly kissed het neck, biting her. "Jason~~" she tried to scream but moaned instead. "Hmm you're liking it?" He smirked and continued his work. After few moments, he pulled away, admiring the mark he made. "Beautiful" he smirked. He let go of her only to have a slap mark on his face the next moment. "JASON!!! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??" she yelled. "BETTER!! AT LEAST THAT PIECE OF SH*T WILL REMEMBER WHO YOU BELONG TO!!" he yelled back. "I HATE YOU JASON TODD" she yelled, tears rolling down. "WHAT THE HELL LUNA!!" ..." STOP IT JASON!!" a male voice said. It was Tim. "Huh?? You?? Was that dose too low??" 'what dose??' Luna felt disgust in her stomach. "LEAVE HER ALONE!! YOU'RE TOO MUCH JASON" . "Well that's good. now tell your little girlfriend, .... Oh I forgot, my little girlfriend your true identity" he said pointing a gun on him . "JASON!!..." "DO IT!!!" Tim sighed. "Yes. I'm Red Robin. I'm sorry Luna". She couldn't believe it. Tim lied all the time. "See? I told you" Jason laughed. Tim looked down. "So Luna, you're coming with me or do you want me to do something else??" "Jason stop!!" "It's Jay to you. Remember it". "THAT'S ENOUGH OF YOU. JASON!!" "YOU LITTLE**** WANT TO FIGHT ME??" "YEAH!! COME ON RED HOOD". She didn't know what was happening. She got to know her bestfriend and her old crush are Red Robin and Red Hood. She just went on a peaceful date. But both of them looks like they're going to kill each other. She felt dizzy due to emotional stress. Since, she has hypertension due to her mother's condition during her pregnancy, doctor told her not to take too much stress. But now, she couldn't help it. Soon, everything seemed blurry . Shs tried to call Jason as he was the last person she saw before everything went black.

she opened her eyes and found herself in an apartment. way too different than her big house. the room had lots of books like hers but not her piano but weapons. She soon realised, it was Jason's room. "Good morning" she heard Tim calling her. A tray in his hands. "Tim?" He smiled sadly. He put the tray on the bed. "Yeah. It's better for you if you call me Tim. Not Timmy" he said. "Why?" She asked. "I'm sorry. You collapsed because of high blood pressure last night. It was all because of us". She didn't say anything. Just smelled the food. "You like it? Why don't you taste?" She did. It was amazing. "Is it good?" He asked. She nodded. "Well, Jason cooked if " . Jason? She never knew he's such a good cook. "Luna" Tim sighed and began," we discussed it last night and I think, leaving you with Jason would be much better. You liked him for a long time right?" He looked down. "Tim..." "Yeah we've discussed it. Now you're my girlfriend and no 'buts'. Tim will leave now" Jason went out of the kitchen. He only had his trousers on. She could finally see his scars. Scars of his sufferings. "Bye Luna. Hope you forgive me" Tim said and got up. "let him go. We'll spend time together" Jason said.

after Tim left, Jason took the spoon and fed her himself. "Why?" She asked while chewing the food. "I'm sorry for rejecting you. I never realised what I was doing." "I thought you're not into short girls" "I was kidding silly. Can't you see?? Or you want me to show you the mirror??" She shook her head. "Good girl. I love you"~

#red hood #red robin #jason todd #batfamily #dc robin #dc universe #yandere #jealousy #Spotify

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NCIS has gone international.

NCIS: Sydney is the latest series in the very popular franchise, and it premieres on November 14 on CBS (in a time slot familiar to fans, Tuesdays at 8/7c, where the mothership aired for its first 18 seasons). It sees U.S. NCIS agents and the Australian Federal Police team up to keep naval crimes in check in Sydney, with NCIS Special Agent Michelle Mackey (Olivia Swann) leading the task force. Her 2IC AFP counterpart is Sergeant Jim “JD” Dempsey (Todd Lasance).

Showrunner Morgan O’Neill introduces the new team.

Across procedurals, we’ve seen agencies working together, but usually, it’s just an episode or two. But you really get to explore that over the course of the series itself. What does that allow you to do?

Morgan O’Neill: Being the first international version of a global franchise comes with all sorts of challenges, one of which is how you integrate it into the new country. NCIS exists in Australia, but when it exists in Australia, it does so under Australian law, so there has to be a kind of jurisdictional power-sharing that goes on. NCIS: Sydney was built around that exact concept, which is that NCIS Sydney comes to town and they instantly have to work with and under the authority of the Australian Federal Police. So in that sense, you’ve got, I think, in the history of the NCIS franchise, the first blended family where you’ve got these two agencies coming together, these two very different cultures coming together, and they’ve got to make it work. And that’s a lot of fun, obviously, because sometimes it does come together easily and sometimes it doesn’t. There’s obviously culture clashes. It’s a very different world that NCIS has to operate in. From that perspective, there’s a huge amount of story and a huge amount of fun to be had because it really is the coming together of two very different worlds.

What should we know about Mackey and JD as leaders and their histories?

The office is run by Captain Michelle Mackey, who’s a former Marine Corps chopper pilot. She’s a hothead; she’s a maverick. She’s very hard to work with. She’s been moved around NCIS a little bit while they try to find where she can do the least damage. But she’s incredibly good at what she does. She’s very instinctive in terms of the way she runs her investigations, but it means that she’s a really tough task master and she’s a real hard nut to crack. And so it makes it especially interesting to see how the 2IC, who’s an Australian Federal Police force sergeant, Jim Dempsey, gets to manage her because effectively he’s managing her for the rest of the team. In a funny way, it’s this kind of dance between the boss and the real boss. And it’s interesting, JD has to adjust the way he runs a squad to take into account the fact that he’s working for this maverick.

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And they clash a little bit at first, I won’t lie to you; as you’ll see in the first episode, they really do butt heads. As you can imagine, there’s a sense of pride at who has control of the situation, who runs the investigation, whose jurisdiction it is. The nature of NCIS is that there are a lot of crimes that kind of fall in that gray area between jurisdictions, and that’s where a lot of the fun is to be had in the episodes. So they come together like bulls initially, and what’s exciting is to see how they work through those problems.

As you would know, being a fan of the show, one of the key things about NCIS is that it’s really, at its heart, a family drama, and we have the opportunity, as I said, to create this first blended family within the history of the franchise. We really have an opportunity to see these people coming together for the very first time. Because, unlike other iterations of the franchise where the audience drops into a group of people who already know each other, who already function as a team, we see them from day one and everything that entails and all the building of trust and sometimes the fracturing of trust and the testing of those bonds.

It seems like the only thing that they can agree on is they don’t want to be working together. What does it take for them to open up to each other? Is it one case? Small moments over multiple cases?

They have to come together as a team really quickly because it’s not like the crimes are going to stop for them to work out their jurisdictional issues. You actually see it in the opening episode. There are moments where, almost in spite of themselves, they feel like they’re coming together, like a small bond is forming, moments of trust, moments, where they see each other, reflected in themselves, moments where they’re quietly impressed but begrudgingly don’t want to really admit it. [They have] two very different ways of approaching law enforcement. And while at first, they seem really far away, actually, when you look at them, and across the course of the first season, you actually work out that JD and Mackey are more like yin and yang than they are competitors. They really do complement each other, and they grow kind of close.

What excited you the most about exploring the rest of the team — Evie (Tuuli Narkle), DeShawn (Sean Sagar), Penrose (William McInnes), and Blue (Mavournee Hazel)?

I lived in LA for a long time, and I met a couple of guys who reminded me a lot of DeShawn as he emerged from the page. His fundamental quality is he’s got this endless curiosity, and for me as a creator, it’s a beautiful concept to work with because he can be the eyes of the rest of the world, endlessly curious about Australia, working out who these weird people are that inhabit the world’s largest island on the southern tip of the Southeast Asian archipelago. DeShawn is able, through his curiosity, to really pull the lid back and look at what makes us tick and who we are and what this country’s all about. So that kind of sense of openness, I describe him as a kind of American Paddington bear.

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His openness comes directly into conflict with Evie’s kind of sassy territorialness, I suppose. It’s funny — when we first cast Tuuli Narkle, who’s a relatively new but incredibly gifted Australian actor who’s just won a bunch of awards for basically her first big role, I said to her, “Do you know the show?” She said, “I love the show. I’m a massive fan.” I said, “Who’s your favorite character?” She said, “Oh, it’s a no-brainer. It’s DiNozzo [played by Michael Weatherly on NCIS].” It was interesting because she’s got a little bit of DiNozzo in her. She’s got a little bit of that constantly chipping away at her colleagues, enjoying taking the piss a little bit. From that perspective, the combination of an endlessly curious and a sassy, kind of provocative, territorial character makes for a huge amount of fun. We were blessed with the reality that the actors who play those roles ended up really getting on, so that brotherly sisterly banter comes pretty naturally to them, which I hope is a lot of fun for the audience to see.

The challenge when you’re creating another iteration of such a famous franchise is that you don’t want to repeat characters. You don’t want to just take the cookie-cutter version of something and make it your own. And when it comes to a character like the forensic scientist in a show like this, people go so quickly to the character of Abby [Pauley Perrette] because she’s so iconic. She kind of defined that role. We wanted to make sure that we weren’t replicating that. Then we found Mavournee Hazel who plays Bluebird Gleeson, who is out of her depth. She has complete imposter syndrome like she shouldn’t be there. She’s too young, she’s too inexperienced. She’s carrying a whole bunch of really unusual, interesting backstory that we’ll peel away as the seasons go on. But she’s incredibly good at her job. She’s kind of socially awkward. I just found the combination of all those things made her feel very real to me. I’ve worked with a lot of people who work in the world of science, and she just felt like she resonated that sense of intellectual power and social awkwardness, which I loved.

So she comes into the first episode, not really even deserving to be there. She’s on a probationary program that the Australian Federal Police has run. She’s not even a fully-fledged forensic scientist, and she’s forced to work with the oldest, wisest owl on the crew, Doc Roy, who’s a former Australian Navy medic and now forensic pathologist. He’s emotionally shut down for some reason that we’ll get into as the show evolves. But what’s really interesting to watch is watching Blue slowly reanimate the emotional side of Doc Roy. There’s a beautiful dance that goes on throughout the first season where she just slowly gets under his skin and slowly brings him back to some kind of emotional life, which is what happens in families sometimes. I’m biased; I cast them, but they’re such beautiful actors and lovely people that watching that relationship flourish is, I think, part of the real joy of the first season.

How did you want to make the headquarters unique?

I’m partial, but I think we have the best headquarters of all. We’re the only version of the show, I believe, whose set is actually on location. Sydney is the world’s largest harbor, and it has a huge foreshore. We were very fortunate enough to find a huge warehouse that sits right on Sydney Harbour that looks out onto the harbor so that when our characters get up from the bullpen to go and see where that case begins, they literally walk out through the front doors and they’re on Sydney Harbour. That, for us, is an enormous advantage because there’s no trickery in making it feel like it is where it is. It is there, and you can hear the sound of the ferries passing and the Navy ships passing in front. You can hear the slap of the water on the piers below. That, for us, was a huge advantage, I think. It really gave a sense of authenticity to the show because so much of the show was set in that headquarters.

Interestingly, we had some of the real NCIS agents come through on a set tour, and I was talking to one of them, and he was shaking his head. I was like, “What’s going on? You don’t like it?” He went, “No, no, it’s amazing. It feels like my very first field office in Connecticut.” He said their NCIS office out there was a little rundown. As you’ll see when you see the show, it feels like an old Navy storehouse because it is an old Navy storehouse. He said that his very first office was very similar to that, which made me very excited because it felt like we were really tapping into the authenticity of that world.

#ncis sydney #interview

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hii! i'm literally so ridiculously excited for this ahah - i also love the dead poet's society.

my name is eva rose - eva's fine though lol - and i'm straight with she/her pronouns. i'm a sagittarius with a virgo moon and an enfp. i'm 5''3 with auburn curly hair and a petite (i think??) hourglass figure. i'm fair skinned and burn in the summer. i have freckles pretty much all year round - but only on my cheeks and the tip of my nose. my eyes are blue but look green in certain lighting.

i like to dress alt, with maybe a little cottagecore. my go-to outfits are usually things like baggy jeans and tight crop tops. i have adhd so i can't really wear certain stuff because of sensory issues.

i would describe myself as observant, fun, genuine, confident and honest. i can be pretty blunt about my opinions which can throw people off. i'm an introverted extrovert and can't handle being around people for too long. i prefer talking to listening and i'm an idealist - i'd also say i come across as feminine in terms of vibes. i love thinking about different possibilities and trying to predict the future - i also like talking about fiction & books, especially old classics.

i'm also a massive hopeless romantic and my love language is quality time - and sometimes physical touch. if i'm close to someone i like to ramble about my hyperfixations ahah.

i like old cities, anything vintage, astrology, baking, psychology and greek myths. i like 60s-80s music - the beatles, david bowie, a couple of the smiths songs - and of course lana<33 (although she's not from the time ofc). my favourite movies kinda vary - mean girls, the dead poet's society, cheesy romcoms - but i love settling down after a long day and watching them with friends.

tysm!! 💕💕

your perfect matchup is 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <𝟑

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <𝟑

ok so this was actually such a hard decision to make because i’m convinced all of the poets would literally love you so much!!! but using my big girl brain i decided that todd would be the one who would love you romantically ya know.

so like i said i imagine you being friends with all the poets but like i can especially see you being besties with charlie, like childhood friends sort of thing so charlie being the good friend he is invited you to a poets meeting.

you were pretty excited as you snuck out of your dorm with your friends (because there’s no way as a girl you’re going anywhere by yourself in the middle of the night)

little did you know that you were about to meet the love of your life.

when you get to the cave the meeting is in full swing.

todd is reading a poem to the group, smiling and laughing but when he sees you his voice turns into a stammer and his cheeks flush.

he’s completely smitten by you and he doesn’t even know your name.

charlie’s eyes flick between you two immediately picking up on the tension, he smirks and introduces you to todd. winking at the pair of you before leaving you to talk for he knows when he’s not wanted.

safe to say you and todd are the romeo and juliet of the cave <333

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <𝟑

you two would literally be the sweetest couple ever!!!

like i swear the pair of you are so smitten with each other all of the time like you’re always going on cute dates, holding hands and whispering sweet words to each other.

todd is obviously more on the introverted side he doesn’t mind your occasionally introverted side at all in fact he’s more than glad to have a break from people so he’ll be introverted with you.

when i say you two are the romeo and juliet of the cave i mean it because todd has a infp personality type and you have an enfp personality type just like how juliet has an infp personality type and romeo has an enfp personality type.

he loves when he gets to lay his head on your lap and just listen to you read classics it’s such a comfort to him.

plus slow dancing to old records!!!

he can be quite insecure often wondering why you would choose him over anyone else so you’ll need to remind him that he’s the one you love.

if you’re todd’s gf you need to accept that all the poets are now your friends too.

all of them but todd especially would adore listening to you talk about your passions, he would just stare at you with an enamoured expression on his face as you spoke.

well acts he thinks your the prettiest person ever so he’ll just stare at you all the time. honestly makes you worry that you’ve got food on your face but no he’s just head over heels for you.

he’s given you a promise ring which he swears one day he’ll replace with an engagement ring softly saying to you that “i hope when you try to predict the future you see yourself in a white dress walking down an aisle with me waiting with tears in my eyes at the other side”

invite me when you do get married <333

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <𝟑

i literally wanna be friends with you so bad you seem so cool!!! hope you like it!!! hugs and kisses, flo <333

#matchups #matchup request #matchup trade #dead poets society #dps #todd anderson #ethan hawke #eva rose <3 #mutuals <3

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