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wexhappyxfew · 7 months ago

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what about feral bucky for the prompt: “If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”? there's no way he isn't crazy protective like that

HI FRIEND!!!!!! thank you SO MUCH for sending this prompt in because i in fact couldn't help myself with protective/feral bucky who is heavily prevalent throughout the entire piece. protective bucky gives me OXYGEN and it seems to do a little something to kennedy, too. i definitely took an angstier route with this, but i had fun crafting this and molding some of the deeper discussions, so PLEASE ENJOY!!!!!! kennedy x bucky enjoyers -- please enjoy this treat!!! :D

you worrying about me?

(a/n): hi friends!! we have a kennedy-focused prompt with hints of kennedy x bucky and our good navigator friend, bessie carlisle :) we get into some darker themes here but nothing is talked about in detail. mostly just for in terms of writing the actual prompt. AND -- we have the symbolism of upside down roses here and i found out they can mean 'rebellion' and no doubt, they are referenced here. so please enjoy!! :D

"'Morning."

Kennedy looked up, her eyes flashing to the pair that was sitting down across from her, sleepy and half-awake.

Bucky Egan had never seemed like much of a morning person to her but it was her second morning here (to which she was waking at 0500 at this point from fear and nightmares) and he was yet again sitting across from her as the sun rose outside, the pinks, blues and oranges beginning to careen across the cold horizon and black silhouetted trees.

"Hey." Kennedy whispered, curling the blanket further around her body on the bench, "Sleep well?" Bucky settled and leaned up against the table, ruffling a hand up in his hair that was in 10 different directions from sleep, and he let out a sigh.

"Okay." he said with a nod, looking to her gaze and clenching his jaw, "Yourself?"

"Okay." she told him with a shrug and he quirked his head sideways at her and lifted the corner of his lip, "What's that look for?"

"Okay?"

"I mean, half of you snore and being alone in the middle of Germany for a week isn't exactly the most comforting thing to put you to sleep. So." Kennedy said quietly, "Okay. Not the best." Bucky watched her in the stillness of the dark morning and slowly nodded.

"What happened out there?" he asked her, voice low.

"Where?" She was almost defensive in her question, building up her walls, locking the doors, hiding away. She always did this. Her brain couldn't do. Get her thoughts out. In front of him.

"Germany. Few days ago." Bucky asked her, voice low, nodding at her, "Something happened."

"Nothing happened." Kennedy shot back, suddenly feeling guilty at the defensive stance she'd taken.

This was Bucky.

Bucky Egan.

He was just looking out for her safety.

All the guys were.

As the only one of the Silver Bullets girls to have shown out of the four that had bailed-out, they took on the protective forefront stance almost immediately.

"Sorry."

Bucky waved her off, clearly not perturbed by her small moment of bitterness.

"Can't blame you," he said, leaning forward again against the table and looking over at her with a small smile, "had a German breathing down my neck, pulling me outta some river. Walked through a town, attacked by civilians. Thrown on the back of a truck like dead meat." Bucky stared at her. "It's fucking sick." Kennedy watched him and clenched her jaw, a sudden yearn to hold him overtaking her.

"You got attacked?" she managed out, the thought of Bucky, a Major in the USAAF, being led by Germans through a town and freely attacked because he was now a prisoner. And they just let it happen; and he no doubt fought back helplessly. The thought tore at her heart a bit.

"With knives and pitchforks." he said with a grimace of a grin, "Real medieval, huh?"

"Were you okay?" she asked him, eyeing that bruise underneath his eye, that scar along his brow, that look in his eye, her cheeks flushing, "I mean, obviously, you're sitting here but…"

"You worrying about me, Farley?" he asked her quietly, but not in a really sarcastic or teasing way.

No. He was looking at her desperately; achingly. No, he was genuinely asking her, staring at her in such a purposeful way that she was sure if she hadn't just woken up she'd be much more aware of the way he was looking at her and what he was saying.

"Uh, yeah." she answered, staring at him, "I was your waist gunner. I'm not a stiff exactly. I have some level of emotional awareness about myself." The corner of Bucky's lip grew upward as he watched her. "What?"

"It's just me, Farley." he said quietly, regarding her with a look that seemed far from what it meant to just look at someone normally, "What happened out there?"

Kennedy watched him that morning in the darkness of the dawn, swallowing uncomfortably as her palms slick with sweat, her forehead dotted with perspiration suddenly. She looked to Bucky.

"Just….stuff I don't really want to think about, to be quite honest." she said quietly with a nod, before stiffening up, "Did they interrogate you, too?" Bucky seemed to grow still at her words, his eyes glazing over in a way that made her brain stutter and her mouth part the slightest bit. Evidently, they had.

"Yeah." Bucky said - quick and short, "They did." She grew quiet.

"What'd they ask you?" Bucky asked her next, seeming to fill in the question in her mind that she wanted to ask him. She pulled the blanket up more around her shoulders and sighed a bit, looking down at the table where her half-empty canteen was sat. She needed to do something with her hands, she couldn't just sit here and let what was going on in her mind takeover. She grabbed the canteen and took a shaky sip and looked towards Bucky again. He was looking at her suddenly more worried than he had been previously, his brow furrowed and narrowed all at once, leaning more across the table, watching her like she had just mentioned something that had upset her.

"Shit I didn't feel like talking about." Kennedy said quietly this time, "About Captain Faulkner. Lieutenant Bradshaw. Silver Bullets." Kennedy clenched her jaw, and felt the grip on the canteen tighten, hand growing numb as she reached up to swipe her ginger hair behind each of her eyes with her free hand. Bucky watched her with that persistent look.

"I didn't say a goddamn word though." Kennedy said, her voice dripping cold, "You should've seen the way they were looking at me. Like I was a fucking pile of clothes on the ground. It was pathetic." Bucky clenched his jaw, unflinchingly watching her gaze still.

"I told them I was a Lieutenant, you know?" Kennedy said quietly, "They never addressed me as such, just my name." Kennedy shivered. She remembered the aching of her body as she was led inside that room, sat in that chair, with two Germans on either side of her, gripping her biceps until her skin was screaming. The interrogator staring her down, watching her like she was nothing, tilting his head and smiling stiffly. 'Tell me about your time with the USAAF.' As if they thought she was letting them kill her here, like this was the end of the road for her. Were they sorely mistaken. 'Might I inquire about a certain Captain B. Faulkner - KIA? And a current Lieutenant A. Bradshaw? MIA?' Kennedy shut her eyes.

"Kennedy Farley. Lieutenant. O-499716." Kennedy said quietly, "Over and over." Kennedy's eyes looked to his.

"They knew where I was born, where I lived. My parents' names." Kennedy said, her voice shallow, as she stared at him, willing that in some way he would just shut her up so she could stop thinking about this.

"Kenny-"

"Boston, Massachusetts. Born to Belinda and Andrew Farley. Only daughter-"

"Kennedy." Kennedy snapped her mouth shut, her eyes meeting his again. Someone was shifting in their bunk, there was more orange infiltrating the sky behind Bucky's head outside of the windowpane and there was a distance ringing somewhere past the building.

"You hear that?" Bucky asked her. Kennedy slowly nodded, feeling catapulted back to when she had first entered the camp - stumbling in, limping, her bum leg somewhere behind her, as she frantically, in silent prayer, willed for someone from the 100th to step in front of her and tell her it was going to be okay. She remembered that ringing - almost like the bell in the B-17 to bail - she remembered the ringing of the entrance alarm that went off when new POWs were brought in. It rung around in her head like a free bird, instead trapped in a cage, with every touch a reminder of the sound of that bell.

"New POWs?" Kennedy said, her voice distant, "At 0530 in the morning?" Bucky stared at her.

"I'm going." she said, standing to her feet, pulling the blanket off, being careful to step past some of the creaky floorboards that littered the place (and no doubt by now, between the two of them, others would no doubt be waking up), but she tried her best to stay quiet.

"I'm coming with you." Bucky said and she heard him stand up from the table and come up behind her, "No way you're going alone." Kennedy looked over her shoulder in the threshold of the room and watched Bucky in the illuminated darkness and caught his gaze.

There was something about this morning that felt different about the Bucky Egan that was standing here now - with the way he was looking at her, the way he was standing so close to her side that she was sure if she tripped he'd be there to reach out and hold her up. If she reached out, she could nearly brush her finger across the palm of his hand. Kennedy blinked.

"Thanks." she said, a little breathless, then managed a small smile, "My knight in shining armor." Bucky grinned almost immediately at that, like a dog who had just been tossed a bone. He chuckled.

"Highest honors from Lieutenant Farley herself." he said, and her heart skipped a beat.

Even if it was just the littlest things - hearing Lieutenant Farley from his lips showed her one thing.

Even in her ramblings, he'd been listening.

And Bucky Egan hardly seemed to be a listener - he talked.

A lot.

But knowing he listened to what she had said?

Kennedy's heart pounded inside her chest as they stepped into the hallway, that ringing alarm still going outside, Bucky shutting the door behind them. They walked side by side, Bucky's presence something she would always feel comforted by. He was so…..large. In more ways than one. In height, his broad shoulders - God, what she'd give to hug him and bury her face away in his being.

Kennedy realized she was in fact standing there, thinking about his bare, broad shoulders was something she would've apologized to God about back home. But in a shit hole like this, small mercies were all they had. And the idea of Bucky was one of those.

Stepping outside, the alarm bell was much louder and so was the cold. It was in her ears on the wind, all over her face and nose, making her shiver just at the contact and for a moment, she considered turning around and going inside.

But then, her heart stepped in. Annie, Margie or Bessie could be coming in at this very moment, terrified out of their minds. And Kennedy had felt that. And she didn't one a single one of them to have to feel what she felt.

Kennedy wanted to be right there to pull them out of the turmoil and the fear and the salty sea. She wanted to tell them that for now, they'd be okay.

Her and Bucky began trekking across the open area of dusty land towards the gates, side by side, their arms brushing each other with intermingled bits of warmth gathering between them as they did so, hands shoved deep in pockets, chins tucked down in A2 jackets, hair waving in the wind, noses red and eyes watery.

It was quite a miserable sight, along with Bucky's slightly bruised eye and the cut on her cheek. In a way, she felt better knowing she was going forward right now with Bucky right there beside her though.

"Hey….Kenny." Bucky said quietly from beside her, causing her to look upwards and catch his eyes in the early dawn, the colors reflecting in his dark brown orbs, the darkness of the night behind him, the morning in his hair and on his chapped lips, "They didn't try anything did they?" She could've guessed that the question was coming - it was war time and she was both a woman and the enemy. Kennedy watched him right back.

"No." she said quickly, "I would've broken their fucking finger if they tried, you know that."

"Good." Bucky said quietly, his voice tight and firm all at once - he seemed evidently pissed off as well. Not at her, but at the current unfolding changes of the time. Which she didn't entirely blame him for.

They both grew quiet as they neared the gates in the early morning, a few bits of sun rays peaking over the edge of the treetops now, reflecting off windowpanes, MP40s in German hands and barbed wire.

Everything was dull and dreary as they watched the new group of POWs enter inside. Aimlessly looking around, staggering on two things they called legs, uniforms scruffy, dirtied and covered in a mix of blood and mud, scars and bruises littering the exposed bits of skin, and their eyes soulless - long gone to what their current state of life was.

"You think they made it?" Bucky asked from beside her as Kennedy watched a few guys struggle by, holding up someone between them, groaning and grunting with exhaustion to keep him leveled and awake.

"They had to." Kennedy said quietly, "And I know that Annie Bradshaw. She wouldn't go down without a fight." She didn't have to look over at Bucky to know he was grinning. She heard him give a chuckle before her eyes caught on something in the midst of the group, her entire body stiffening, all her senses quickly growing alert. She couldn't control it - not even at 0530 in the morning, not even when she felt like death herself, not even with the level of exhaustion, fear and depletion she felt.

"Bessie!" Kennedy was yelling, shoving past Bucky suddenly at the sight of Silver Bullets' navigator, her heart soring in a way she hadn't felt in over a week - the sight of one of her own, of someone she'd been through everything with. Someone who had always been there.

"Bessie Carlisle!" Kennedy came tearing around the edge of the second set of gates, standing at the edge, cupping her hands around her mouth, "Bessie!"

There in the midst of the group, staggering and alone, was Lieutenant Bessie Carlisle - a horrendous split lip, a black and blue eye, scraps on her cheeks, her body wilting away, her form hunched, arms crossed in front of her chest in an attempt to hold herself up and her body barely moving properly as it was, it seemed.

Her pants were covered in dried blood, her boots caked in mud and her top was torn in various areas exposing bloody welts and skin underneath and no doubt her freezing body.

Kennedy didn't care if the Germans would lose it, if she was going against it all - roses upside down were for the thrill of it all. She pushed forward through the mobs of POWs entering the camp, moving around people, avoiding the zombie-like bodies that shuffled by.

And finally when she was in Bessie's line of sight, she stopped and watched as Bessie met her gaze, frozen there in the midst of the group.

"Kenny?" Bessie managed to whisper out, her voice hoarse - it sounded like she'd been crying and screaming, "Kenny is that you?" Kennedy's eyes welled with fresh tears, as she felt her face scrunch uncontrollably like a small child again.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

Cry. Cry. Cry.

And Kennedy stepped forward, delicately pulling Bessie right into her arms. To be quite honest - they were both sobbing. Something about the fact that in all this world, the waist gunner and the navigator of Silver Bullets had found each other - because no doubt they had thought the others were dead. Long gone to the earth.

Holding Bessie there, who was always so strong, pleasant and happy to seeing her broken in Kennedy's arms made a swirl of anger, guilt and grief fill her insides and she couldn't do anything else but let the tears drip down her face as they held each other and cried.

"Move! Move! On!" a voice hollered from somewhere behind Bessie and suddenly, Kennedy felt herself falling backwards, the wind knocked out of her as she landed, back flat on the ground, Bessie curled on top of her and a German pilot officer standing over them, the muzzle of his MP40 hanging over them, his eyes dark, lifeless, his lips a thin frown, his cheeks entirely gaunt.

Kennedy watched in earnest as the German pilot officer nudged as Bessie's body - to which she flinched and it made Kennedy want to scream.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Kennedy snapped, immediately regretting it when the German turned his eyes onto her, sneering down at her with a look that made her want to dig 6 feet under. Kennedy had to look away from him - this wasn't happening, this wasn't happening. Get Bessie up. Get her moving. MOVE.

"Okay, Bes, we're gonna slowly stand, okay?" Kennedy said, sitting herself up and helping Bessie get to her feet, keeping the German in her peripheral, "Just try to keep yourself steady."

"Move! On!" the German snapped at her, shoving the muzzle against her back as Kennedy wrapped an arm around Bessie's back. Kennedy glanced back over her shoulder at the German and watched his eyes - he'd pull the trigger whenever he pleased. No matter who it was - his eyes told her plenty.

"GO." the German said, knocking the muzzle roughly against her back again and this time, before she could even open her mouth, another voice beat her to it.

"If you even THINK about touching them, I'll kill you." Kennedy looked over to see Bucky standing there, his hand batting down the MP40, "We're fucking moving." And before the German could get a word out, before Kennedy could focus on what was going on, Bucky had gone and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, fingers brushing Bessie's frail, bony ones, and began leading them away through the crowd.

Anger. Fear. Pain. Grief. Horror.

The only words to describe the numbness that flooded Kennedy as she willingly dragged along Bessie beside the frantic Bucky who looked close to losing his mind any minute. He moved at a pace that she could barely hold, neither could the voiceless Bessie and as they got out of the crowd, Kennedy had to pull at the lose flap of his A2.

"Bucky, you gotta slow down." she said, causing him to stop and look at her, anger simmering at every bit of him, his fists clenched, his eyes staring her down like he was almost still looking at the German, "Bessie can't walk that fast. She can barely walk."

Bucky's eyes flicked to Bessie, who was still achingly quiet beside her and then back to Kennedy. He was inches from her face - she could see the sweat dripping down his lightly stubbled cheek. Up close, you could see the anger rolling off him; she could almost see past it all though, through his eyes and into his very being. Beyond anything, he was tired - tired of war, tired of this, all of this.

"I'll take her other side," Bucky said quietly, his eyes bouncing off her lips and to her eyes again this time before he stepped past her, "c'mere, Bes."

Kennedy watched as Bucky lowered himself a bit to wrap Bessie's arm around his shoulder and they began walking. It was a slow amble to the barracks, Bessie making pained noises like a wounded animal the whole time, enough to skyrocket Kennedy's worry to an all-time high.

And by the time they had shuffled her inside the bunk room, a few people were awake, the lantern lights on and were swarming them like flies. Buck was there, helping Bessie to a cot with a blanket, Benny tumbling out of bed to get some water going, Hambone sitting beside her, rubbing his hands up and down her sides, Brady on her other side, a hand on her back, moving up and down in a slow, comforting motion.

Kennedy stood there beside a wordless Bucky, watching Bessie get the help she needed. Slowly, she turned to look up at Bucky, suddenly wanting nothing more than to find comfort in a place as nice as his eyes. And to see him already watching her in that way he always did, made her suck in a breath that felt choked and tight.

She flinched when she felt his fingers make contact with her own, goosebumps spanning the width of her arm and across her upper body as warmth filled the pit in her stomach. His fingers danced across her exposed wrist, before sliding down into her own fingers, his palm pressing into hers, his large hand encapsulating her own. All while watching her - slow and deliberate and meaningful.

Kennedy released that shaky breath, staring back at Bucky who refused to look away. For all the horror, all he could do was stare at her. And hold her hand. And all she could do was stare right back.

But then Bucky quirked up the corner of his lips and a sense of calm washed over her gently. Like things were okay. Like this was okay.

"You looked like you needed a hand." Bucky whispered, briefly leaning towards her, "Literally." He squeezed her hand, brushing his thumb across her calloused skin. Kennedy watched him and let a small grin pop onto her face.

"You know me better than myself sometimes." she whispered back. Bucky continued watching her, smiling that smile, staring at her with those eyes. She swore she saw a hint of heat on his cheeks, but shook her head with a laugh. She was half-focused on his face and half-focused on the brushing of his thumb, slow and sensual on her skin of the top of her hand.

"Hey Kennedy? You got a minute?" Buck asked, popping his head back from the bunk, "She's got a nasty cut on her leg. Figured it's best if you help her there." Kennedy looked at Buck, immediately stepping forward and dropping Bucky's hand, that ball of warmth faded to ice as she nodded - Bessie needed her.

"Of course." Kennedy said, before glancing back at Bucky, who was watching her with that look again. Bucky nodded to her.

And so when she turned to crouch in front of Bessie, feeling his eyes on her was like the moon watching the sun.

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verdemoun · 8 months ago

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how the flip does arthur cope with no dutch?? for the first time in so so so long there is no dutch??

oh ouch thank you for reminding me what a question. this is high honor helped john escape arthur. an arthur who died alone because dutch walked away but he died holding onto the relief that dutch didn't go with micah. maybe dutch had a chance, maybe dutch could save himself

hosea and bessie silently agree they need to protect him from that knowledge for as long as possible and for just barely long enough arthur isn't curious. they've gotten pretty decent at helping people adjust to the timewarp! you don't start with btw we're in the future we know about everything that happens to the gang and it's awful.

they focus on the happy things like hey we're okay, we're all together and we're here. things are really different there's a lot of noises and smells and things to get used to like cars are mainstream. going outside means the constant noise of engines instead of horses. sometimes you can hear electricity humming and that is a really weird noise but look how easy it is to make toast! so many foods that were like insanely difficult/risky to get like milk are just parts of life. you can put milk in coffee without it instantly coagulating it's okay that the milk been in the fridge for four days it tastes the same as when we opened it

arthur jumps like a cat for at least 2 weeks every time the toaster pops but if there's one routine he picks up insanely fast it's the simple joy of waking up and having warm toast with coffee in the morning. arthur morgan figuring out what he likes on toast. the first weekend where bessie is home and he wakes up to the smell of bacon and eggs and pancakes (not because bessie is a homemaker but because the gang are yet to prove themselves capable of using a gas stove (hosea will take over one day and be too passionate about the perfect fried egg)) i'm so sorry i'm getting off topic but the sheer joy he would get out of the smallest simple modern pleasures

arthur wanted to get out of the gang, in the end. he wanted to rest and it literally took him dying to get it because he was so loyal to dutch. it's a relief to rest even if he isn't physically drained and sore because of tb anymore but that mental fatigue is still there. he went through so much and now he gets to rest knowing that the people he had to mourn are there. he gets to sleep in a bed every night instead of it being something he pays for the luxury of. it's comforting dutch isn't there because it means dutch is still alive somewhere

but it's innevitable. hosea, bessie, annabelle, even lenny and sean, waiting in dreadful anticipation for the day arthur connects the dots that they aren't in an alternate universe they are in the gang's future and they know what happens to them. and dutch-

hosea has to be the one to tell him. knowing arthur tried, remembering the relief in arthur's face literally days after processing his own death as arthur explains at least dutch didn't go with micah because arthur tried and he thought dutch had a chance of becoming himself again. it's the worst conversation in his life - explaining to his unruly son that dutch did change but he went back to micah. he got the blackwater money. he started a new gang that were almost a parody of the o'driscolls and killed innocents like muriel scranton just for a chance to escape. that eagle flies's death meant so little to dutch that he went out of his way to continue exploiting the anger of displaced young native americans to make up his new gang. that a professor that worked with john wrote about the night dutch van der linde jovially told john that he was going to kill him for 'i don't know, sport, i guess?' and dutch died in 1911 reportedly killed by john himself (according to the bureau's reports)

god fellas would it be enough to make arthur cry? christ i still don't think he would be able to let himself cry in front of hosea and tries to be dismissive like well we all saw what he was becoming after blackwater. reminds me of something rains fall said about people not changing, just becoming more of who they always were. guess we (john and I) were right in the end, maybe we hadn't really known dutch at all and we were never who we thought we were (who dutch told us we were, we were never idealists, we were killers from the damned start)

but he does cry. alone. in the bedroom that sometimes felt so comfortably private but suddenly feels like more of a box than his wagon back at camp. the fact he still thinks of back at camp, like it's something he can go back to. he still misses dutch. old dutch. he misses camp before blackwater and they made a goddamn mess of everything and he cries because he misses it. he still can't doesn't want to believe that dutch, old dutch who still cared and believed in things before he started making bad choices and plans went wrong, was the same dutch that went back to micah after arthur tried so hard to convince him. his last words were still pleading for dutch to realize he changed and to change back into the infallable, god-like man he admired. finding out he wasted his breath.

#rdr2 timewarp au #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #good afternoon america can i interest you in some emotional devastation

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21witnokidz · 2 years ago

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IN GHE GHETTO

Chapter 8

Warnings: Mention of suicide nothing crazy though

“Kevin took Rose’s hand and led her into the the-a-tree”

“That says theatre Arthur “

You were tryna teach Arthur a little reading and he was actually getting the hang of it. Bessie said Arthur was as dumb as a dogs ass and begged you to teach him. So here you were. Sitting under a tree with him reading him a book Bessie lent you.

“This is boring Y/N let’s go fishing”

“No I promised Bessie I’d read to you”

“You can read to me while I fish c’mon let’s go”

He got up and started walking to the lake you two had previously been in. This was your little hangout spot now. Whenever you wanted to spend some alone time together you’d come here.

Arthur got his fishing pole and casted it out. You decided to just say fuck it and dropped the book. You got next to Arthur and casted your fishing pole not too close to his.

You turned to look at him. God he was so beautiful. Those eyes. Those icy blue eyes of his. He turned to look at you and when he caught you staring he smiled. You thought he was gonna make some stupid comment but instead he pecked your cheek. You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder.

“We’ll look at you two love birds!”

Startled, y’all look back to see Hosea.

“I was gonna ask if y’all wanted to get something to eat but…”

You shot up at his comment.

“Yes! I wanna go! I’m starving!”

Arthur stood up with a huff, a little disappointed.

“Way to ruin the moment old man”

Hosea took y’all to a restaurant and you ordered some Mac and cheese with some ribs and a lemon iced tea.

You were poking your fork through the food so hard it was hitting the plate underneath. Hosea and Arthur just stared at you while you were stuffing the food in your mouth.

“Damn girl you sure know how to put it away”

You just looked at Arthur and laughed.

“Anyway what are we doing today Hosea I’m tired of sitting around.”

“Nothing. We have enough money to relax for the day. Why don’t you and Y/N go run off and do something? You’re young go have fun”

“I guess we oughta”

After y’all were done you and Arthur walked around town. He had bought you some caramel popcorn and a candy apple for himself. You guys stumbled across a theatre that was showing a play.

“Hey look Arthur it’s a the-a-tree”

“Oh shut up. You wanna go in or not?”

You bought your tickets for both yourselves and walked inside.

“Man these girls sure are ugly”

“Don’t say that Arthur”

“Seems like anyone can be an actor nowadays. You think you could be an actor?”

“Hell no, I wouldn’t want to have to kiss another man that’s not you”

Arthur chuckled and put his arm around your shoulders.

“Good answer”

The leading man of the play named Jeffrey Stalen was holding a woman and began to speak up.

“I don’t care what anyone says. They could strip me of my rank and that still wouldn’t change what I feel for you. It’s you who gives me life. I love you. I love you. I love you!”

Arthur just couldn’t help himself and bust out laughing. Everyone stopped watching the play and stared at the boy next to you.

“You lot actually like this shit? It’s so corny!”

Jeff looked stunned.

“Who said that!? Who’s laughing!?”

You took Arthur’s hand and rose it up. Arthur quickly put it back down to avoid confrontation. Usually he wouldn’t back down but he knew he was with you and he didn’t want to ruin the date y’all were having.

Jeff calmed down and continued. “Catherine I love you more than life itself”

It was now your time to shit on the play. “Boo Jeff. Boo no one likes Jeffrey Stalen”

Jeff looked out to the audience with a scowl for a second and then back to his love interest. “If the devil were to ever look at you. All the fires in hell would clear up”

“Boooooo. He’s pushing religion on to the audience get him off the stage booooo”

Jeff threw the woman in his arms to the ground and shouted to the audience. “Godammit! I will personally shit down the throat of the fucker who decided hating on art was funny! I swear to god I will kill myself on this stage if you don’t show yourself right now!

Arthur finally had enough and stood up.

“I said this play is corny and I’m getting sick of everyone praising these god awful actors for playing make believe”

Arthur chucked his sticky caramel apple at Jeff and it got stuck in his hair. Jeff screamed in agony and started sprawling out on the floor like a fish out of water.

Everyone in the audience began cursing and yelling at the two of you for ruining the play. So you two ran out as fast you could while laughing.

“Why’d you go and do that Arthur?” You said in between laughs

“I’m fine being responsible for a murder but a public suicide is a little too much for me. Damn actors are so dramatic”

“And you wasted your money by throwing that apple at the poor guy”

“Who cares? They could strip me of my wallet and that still wouldn’t change the way I feel for you it’s you who gives me life Y/N”

“No way you’re actually quoting that clown!”

Arthur grabbed you and kissed you repeatedly all over your face.

“I love you. I love you. I love you more than life itself!”

When you got back to camp y’all were still laughing about the whole thing.

“Something interesting happen?”

Hosea asked

You and Arthur tried to explain the situation but you just kept laughing in between words. You couldn’t even get a full sentence out or it’d be incoherent.

Bessie just shook her head.

“Oh just leave them alone Hosea. Say do you want to go to the theatre tomorrow? I heard Jeffrey Stalen was in town?”

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption x reader #arthur morgan #yeehaw

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spotsupstuff · 2 years ago

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[Day 2]

ALL very canon complimenting except Bessie being like that. i thot we settled that Bessie is feral, c'mon man, make up your mind

WHAT THE CHRIST. GRANNY?????? GRANMAMA,,

this is very funny for reasons i shall not disclose as of yet

you two JUST snuggled through the night, why is Notos such a fucking gremlin in this. i love that. "fuck you, cousin." "yeah okay."

team shithead. hey Pebbles my dearest, do you still have that mace from Suns... i'm just sayin..... he's right here and very irritating

holy fuck. thanks, dad??? late in Nish's arc we are, apparently

[Night 2]

Y'ALL ARE MEANT TO BE BESTIES, YO all that Inn did durin all of this was scream into the night and try to hunt. i am impressed by her fail cringe nature

oh you hate to see that. he shat himself to death cuz of NAE, that's understandable actually

i FORGOT to change the PRONOUNS for Boreas, FUCK. but bow goes so well with Euros urhgorhu... my little Amor kinnie. bow n arrows is what he picked up at the beginning!!! guess he pelted Boreas with those feckin thangs

family (and killing therapy dog) hang out :)

an ask in my inbox gave me the idea to hunger games simulator the iterators, so i'mma see if i can come up with 6 MORE iterators than i already have or give up n use other OCs n if anythin funny happens yall get ready for those cringe ass nae nae (/j) HG sim doodle posts

#Spot says stuff #oc tag #shkiki called me to watch her play genshin impact 😔 so heres a bit of the game now imma see if i can get thru it whole today

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writedisaster · 6 years ago

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tag dump 1,

#out of coherence | OOC #we eagerly await your correspondence | ASK MEMES #howdy queuedy | QUEUE #grabby hands，but with dignity | WISHLIST #what doesn’t kill you makes you really weird at parties | IC: janet #three determinate states the cat could be in: dead. alive. bloody furious. | ABT: janet #get it — see food | AES: janet #dirtiest mouth this side of the mississippi | MUSINGS: janet #but it waved its sadness like a battle flag | ST: janet #the gal with the muck rake | IC: bessie #the truth shall make you free | ABT: bessie #all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses | AES: bessie #but we fight for roses too | MUSINGS: bessie #for the people hear us singing | ST: bessie #hey there trouble! | IC: dyalla #big teeth. big arms. big hugs. | ABT: dyalla #a muscle the size of your fist | AES: dyalla #keep on loving! keep on fighting! | MUSINGS: dyalla #spit teeth，shut up，and sing! | ST: dyalla

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thedailybullshit · 2 years ago

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RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 27

Pearson: What are the signs of depression?

Hosea: It depends, why?

Pearson: Arthur just dropped a deer and said, “Why has God forsaken me?” while holding up a peace sign.

After Blessed Are The Peacemakers:

Arthur: Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice to be held.

Dutch: Nothing disturbs Arthur anymore . . . just watch this. Hey Arthur, I heard there’s an impending natural disaster headed right our way!

Arthur: Cool . . . Imma go fistfight god behind a general store.

Dutch: See, my son thrives in chaos.

Kieran: I really don’t feel like this is something we need to praise and encourage . . . I should’ve let you guys kill me when you found me.

Dutch: Hey, Hosea?

Hosea: Yeah?

Dutch: I love you.

Hosea:

Hosea: What did you do?

Arthur: How high are you?

Swanson: No, it’s “Hi, how are you?”.

Hosea: Is the pain bad?

Arthur: It’s not that bad.

Hosea: Don’t lie to yourself.

Arthur: I’m not lying to myself, I’m lying to you.

Dutch: Annabelle, I never meant to hurt you. Whenever you’re hurt I feel awful, it’s the worst, I hate it.

Annabelle: Wow. You’ve managed to make even empathy selfish.

Vet: I’m sorry, but your horse is pronounced dead.

Kieran: Oh my god

Kieran: I can’t believe I’ve been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.

Bessie: This is my husband, Hosea. And this is Hosea’s husband, Dutch.

Annabelle: Wait, sorry, what’s the situation?

Bessie: Hosea is bi, so he’s straight for me, but he’s gay for Dutch, and Dutch’s really gay for Hosea. And Dutch hates me.

Dutch: It’s not that complicated.

Hosea: No . . .

Arthur: Sorry I’m late. I was . . . doing things.

Micah: *comes running up the stairs out of breath* He pushed me down the fucking stairs!

Arthur: “Push” is such a strong word. I prefer to call it “giving you a little nudge”.

Micah: Oh, I’ll give you a little nudge when I shove my foot up your ass!!

Arthur: Hey! Watch your fucking language in front of the gang leader.

Dutch:

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owlfacenightkit · 2 years ago

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This was inspired from the though ‘What if Anne actually did get sick in Amphibia?’ Instead of playing sick to get out of chores (and the fact that I was feeling icky this morning).

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Anne cracked her eyes open and immediately regretted it. She groaned and rolled onto her back. The bright light in the little room stabbed into her eyes and she covered them. She moaned softly as she realized that she was sick. Her muscles ached and her head felt full of cotton.

Sprig hopped over to her cot. “Good morning!” He looked at her and asked, “Anne?”

“I think I’m sick, Sprig.” Anne said.

“Should I get Sasha?” Sprig asked. Anne nodded and he hopped off. Anne’s eyelids felt heavy and she struggled to keep them open.

She must have fallen asleep, though, because she was woken by Sasha gently shaking her shoulder.

“Hey, Anne.” Sasha said softly. “You okay?”

“I think I’m sick.”

Sasha placed her hand on Anne’s forehead and a worried expression crossed her face. “You’re burning up!”

Anne laughed under her breath. “You sound like a worried mom.” Sasha looked away and Anne apologized. “Sorry.” Anne knew the rocky relationship Sasha had with her parents.

“It’s… it’s okay.” Sasha took off her cape and shook it out. “We need to break the fever. Here.” She wrapped the fluffy cape around Anne and made sure her friend was comfortable. “I have a mission to run, but I’ll be back later.”

“You better be.” Anne muttered as she snuggled into the fluffiness of Sasha’s cape. Sasha paused as she left the room, resting a hand on the entryway.

The whole day, Sasha worried about Anne. If Anne had caught some amphibian disease, it could easily kill her. Human and frog biology was so different, and Sasha didn’t know if they even had a medic in the Resistance.

As soon as they returned from the mission, Sasha took off, racing towards her friend’s room. She burst through the door and stopped dead in her tracks. Anne was curled up in a nest of blankets, with Sasha’s cape still wrapped around her shoulders and surrounded by the Plantars.

“Is she… okay?” Sasha asked.

“We don’t know. Her temperature started to go down, but then it skyrocketed.” Hop Pop said.

Polly looked at Sasha expectantly. “What?” Sasha asked.

“You’re a human too! Do you know how to fix her?”

“I-” Sasha looked at Anne. Anne was flushed and sweaty, but shivering as if she had a severe case of hypothermia. “No.” Sasha’s voice fell. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her or how to help.”

Sprig put his hand over Anne’s, which was clenched tight in the fur of Sasha’s cape. A determined expression crossed his face. “Then we’ll just have to figure out what’s wrong with her ourselves. C’mon Sasha.”

Sasha looked at Anne. “I need to stay with her. What if she-”

“Sasha, if you stay in here, you could get just as sick as her.” Hop Pop said.

Standing up, Sasha acknowledged that Hop Pop was right. The Resistance couldn’t lose both it’s commanders. She followed Hop Pop out of Anne’s bedroom and to the snail stables.

“Where are we going?” Sasha asked.

Hop Pop let Bessie out of her stall and climbed on. “To the Wartwood Archives. It’s our best bet of finding a cure that can help Anne.” He extended a hand towards Sasha. She took it and climbed up, next to Hop Pop. He looked down at Sprig and Polly. “You two stay here with your sister.”

Hop Pop shouted, “Bessie, things are gettin’ messy!” The snail shot out of the Resistance base faster than she had ever gone when Sasha was riding her.

“How far away are the archives?” Sasha asked, worry and fear coloring her tone.

“Maybe a mile or two away. It won’t take us long to get there.” Hop Pop reassured her.

I hope you’re right, Sasha thought.

Sasha had dozed off by the time they reached archives. When Bessie came to a stop, she jerked awake, her hands automatically flying to rest on the hilts of her swords. Hop Pop looked at her uneasily. She remembered trying to kill him and unclenched her hands. He hopped off Bessie and looped her reins over the saddlehorn. He led Sasha over to a large hole in the ground and climbed down a rope ladder that led into the opening.

Sasha followed him. Inside were huge bookcases brimming with books. Sasha spotted a section about weapons, a different section about plants, and a multitude of others. “It’s a library.” She said.

“No, it’s the archives.” Hop Pop said, walking towards a section about medical plants. “Now, look for something that can help Anne.” He pulled a book off of the shelf and sat down in a nearby chair.

Sasha walked around, looking at the different books. “No, no, no…” she muttered. Suddenly, a book seemed to jump out at her. Strange Ailments from Beyond. Sasha pulled it off the shelf and flipped through it. Sketches and illustrations covered the pages, detailing what different diseases did to your body and internal organs. Sasha winced at how graphic some of the drawings were. Descriptions followed each drawing and she skimmed them all until she reached one that sounded like what Anne had. It was an illness that affected any creature, warm- or cold-blooded. Most of the information was on how it affected frogs and newts the most, while it had almost no effect on toads. That means I’m probably safe, Sasha thought. She continued reading. The effects of the disease differed depending on if the affected creature was warm-blooded or cold-blooded. Sasha flipped the page, desperate to find out if there was a cure. In warm-blooded creatures, it would cause the temperature to rise until it killed the creature.

Sasha’s heart dropped and she flipped through the book, hunting for a cure. The best advice the book had was to pray and hope that the affected individual had a peaceful passing. Sasha sat back on her heels and, staring ahead with an empty gaze.

Hop Pop came up the stairs and said, “Did you find something?” Sasha, mute, held out the book. Hop Pop read through the entry and placed the book back on the shelf.

“Sasha, it might not be that, and even if it is, you and Anne came from another world. Maybe this disease will affect her differently?”

Sasha shook her head. “I don’t know, and I don’t care. We should get back to Anne.” She strode over too the ladder and yanked on it to make sure it was secure. When she was sure that is wouldn’t move, she started climbing. Evening light cast long shadows over everything as Sasha climbed onto Bessie. Hop Pop jumped up next to her and took the reins again. This time, the trip seemed to take an eternity.

When they got back to the base, Sasha didn’t run. Instead, she trudged back to Anne’s room. When she got there, she hovered in the doorway, just watching.

Anne was still flushed and sweaty, but her grip on Sasha’s cape had loosened. In fact, her whole body seemed looser, almost as if there was no tension left in her body. Or no strength to stay tense, Sasha’s thoughts whispered. She pushed those thoughts aside and sat next to Anne.

Anne’s breathing was shallow and fast. A sob tried to fight it’s way up Sasha’s throat, and she didn’t push it back. It escaped as a choked whimper. A pair of arms wrapped around Sasha’s middle. She looked down to see Polly trying to wrap her small arms around Sasha, while Sprig hugged her around her chest. Hop Pop joined in the hug and held Sasha as she cried.

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bagelboys-withcreamcheese · 4 years ago

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More Incorrect Pre-Canon VDL Gang Quotes But I Made It More Gay

Dutch: I can feel you undressing me with your eyes.

Hosea: I'm adding more layers.

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John: I’m an expert at identifying birds!

Hosea: Yeah? What about those birds over there?

John: Hm.

John: Yep! Those are birds!

—

Annabelle: Studies show that you are cute.

Bessie: Source?

Annabelle: Myself.

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Hosea: You wanna go with me or Dutch?

Arthur:

Hosea: You’re doing eenie meenie miney mo in your head, aren’t you?

Arthur: Mo.

Arthur: I mean

Arthur: No.

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Dutch: This is a private meeting, Arthur.

Arthur: The tent isn’t sound proof. Besides, he’s just going to tell me everything later anyway.

John: True that, I’m terrible at keeping secrets.

—

Hosea: You need to pull yourself together. You are coming across as distinctly paranoid.

Dutch: Everyone keeps saying that! It’s like a conspiracy.

—

Hosea: Money aside, what do you want right now?

Dutch: The money you just put aside.

—

Dutch: What’s it called when you fold paper to look like birds and shit.

Arthur: That’s oregano.

John: No, it’s called orgasm!

Hosea: You’re all so stupid-

—

Dutch: What are your kinks?

Bessie: Ummm... love and support from people who love me as much as I love them.

Dutch: Corny. Anyways, I wanna be choked-

—

Dutch: I’m ignoring you.

Hosea:

Dutch: I saidI’m ignoring you!

Hosea:

Dutch: Stop ignoring me ignoring you!

—

Annabelle: I’d rather kill Dutch than watch Bessie cry.

Bessie, vaguely upset: Hey guys, I sorta had a bad day-

Annabelle, loading a gun: Motherfucker better be prepared to take his last breath.

—

Annabelle: Listen, kid-

Arthur: You can call me Arthur.

Annabelle: I'd really rather not. If I named you, I could get attached.

—

Annabelle: We’ve got our freedom!

Bessie: And we’ve got our boys!

Dutch: *scoffs* We are not their ‘boys.’

Hosea: Yes we are.

Arthur: Don’t fight it, it won’t end well for you.

—

Annabelle: I’m 50% intelligence, 80% power, and 70% a natural hero.

Hosea:

Hosea: That’s 200-

Annabelle: I’m twice the man you’ll ever be.

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Bessie, holding a large box: What would you say if I came home with 4 puppies?

Hosea:

Hosea: What’s in the box?

Bessie:

Hosea: Bess what’s in the fucking box-

Bessie: I think you know.

—

Hosea: ADOPTION IS NOT A HEALTHY COPING MECHANISM!

Dutch, holding a little Tilly:IT IS TO ME-

—

Dutch: How was your trip to town?

John: We almost got surprise adopted!

Dutch: What?

Arthur: We almost got kidnapped.

Dutch: Oh, okay.

Dutch, abruptly stopping the wagon: WAIT, WHAT-

—

Arthur, holding up baby Copper: I asked for a parrot and you got me this?

Arthur: *puts Copper on his shoulder* Where is the north?

Copper:

Arthur: See it doesn’t even freakin work-

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Arthur: Come here.

John: Why?

Arthur: Just come here.

John: No, you’re going to hit me.

#red dead redemption 2 #Arthur Morgan #John Marston #Hosea Matthews #Bessie Matthews #Annabelle #Pre-Canon Red Dead Redemption #rdr2

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i-imade-a-thing · 4 years ago

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Bessie and Microangelo & The Third Temple Breakdown!

Ok those set of episodes are really fun and we finally get the reunion between Anne and Sasha! It also set up for the final few episodes of Amphibia. (Oh frog we only have 2 weeks left.....)

As always this will be the lists of things I notice in this set of episode and other stuff! Don't click "Keep Reading" if you haven't seen the episode yet~

Bessie and Microangelo

"Frog devil" does this mean "Frog God" exist?

Hidden armoury under Plantar's house is mentioned(from episode "Family Shrub")

Microangelo's food bowl is gold. Polly really haggle the heck out of some poor employee.

The well's roof look like a bee(awww)

Add Axe to Frobo's tool list

The wagon that was about to crush Micro. is the same one that Newtopia's armourer rides in

wonder what part of Amphibia this map represent

Armour that Anne wear include:

An armor from Legend of Zelda: Breath of Wild

King's skull from The Owl House on the staff of Sorceress Supreme armor

Elite Commando armor reference Mobile suit gundam

Anne's picture is tape to Plantar's family photo(awww)

That bat-bird hybrid is explosive and eat tiny snail. Noted.

Anne's theme can be heard after Marcy and Sprig take her armor off and when she made a little speech

"I don't want a new look cuz I'm finally happy with who I see in the mirror right now. So whatever I put on, I just want to see same me looking back" This really show how much she grown in Amphibia

Anne looking at her reflection is adorable

Anne sweat a little when she ask other what they think of her armor, meaning she's a little nervous what other people think

"Wish I was a cute little snail" WHY DO YOU SOUND SAD HOP POP

Wait if Microangelo is now in the family photo, does this mean Bessie draw it? Also if that's true then why she didn't draw Anne in?

This episode is just pure wholesomeness! Seeing Bessie being such a mom to Microangelo is sooo cuteeeee. Also seeing another episode reflecting about Anne growth is neat. I rate this episode wholesome out of 10.

The Third Temple

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH BBBBBBBAAAAABBBBBYYYY MMMAAAARRRRCYYYYYYYYYYY

Marcy is a nerd since she's a kid, also she seems to like planes

Question: Is it legal to kill or torture fictional teenagers?

THESE 3 BABIES ARE SO CUTE

Sasha have a good heart, she protect people she doesn't know, yet don't want anything in return

Sasha also seems surprise when Anne invite her to play together...does she has friends before them?

Joe Sparrow is REALLY exhausted, so that mean volcano is even further than second temple

Frogs and toads aren't good with extreme heat. Noted.

Anne is shown to be stronger than Marcy(this come back in final challange)

Anne is shocked seeing Sasha, while Marcy is just happy

Sasha just pick up the hammer like it was NOTHING

Anne's theme can be heard when Marcy hug Sasha

"Did you say we?" Anne of the Year Flashback

"The whole reason why we're stalking you is...." has the same energy as Grime saying "We Toads have come here to...." in Reunion

Music box's theme is played when Marcy show Sasha the music box

"Hey u can't tell them what to do!" Anne really standing up for herself now

Marcy follow Sasha without any hesitation

Sasha is annoyed the fact Plantars (and Anne?) doesn't trust her

Marcy is the weakest of the trio (nerd moment)

I seriously can't tell if Sasha was genuine to Anne or not in the fight

Those armour must be very heavy, and Sasha just throw it, against the increased gravity, across the room

Stone monster give a thumb up before dying. Guess he's more of a guardian than a brainless monster.

The girl's position seems to mirror the girl's position in flashback

The recharge station have craving off a buff frog/toad, also have a cone shape(like the volcano)

During recharge process, it look like an eruption from volcano

Sasha's power is completely drained

"We should bring [the box] to king andrias!" Andrias' proposition oh no oh no oh no

Polly said "Take me to my bucket"

Marcy playing with Joe Sparrow is cute

Sasha really want to be friend with Anne again...

This episode make me feel really scared. The girls are back together now and we finally see Marcy and Sasha interact! Both Marcy and Sasha also seem to have their own plan when arriving in Newtopia. Anne starting to trust Sasha, then get betrayed again is going to hurt Anne so much. Plus Marcy doing her own stuff with the box....Anne trust really gotta shatter. Meanwhile Sasha genuinely want to befriend Anne, but need to lie to Anne, Sasha gonna get hurt too. The girl's friendship really look like is about to be broken. I am very scared. It hurts to see their friendship break.

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #bessie and microangelo #the third temple #amphibia details

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steve-two-phones-mackabee · 4 years ago

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The Tudors

I wonder if Jonathon Rhys Meyer’s jaw ever hurt from all that scenery he was chewing. Talk about over the top.

I question if it was a good idea to watch this right after the Spanish Princess. I mean, both play kind of fast-and-loose with historical record (Like Katherine performing some kind of samurai episiotomy on Bessie Blount? WHAT WAS THAT?), but overall, I found this series will just throw entire human people out the window.

Why, oh why, oh why did they decide to smush together Henry’s two awesome sisters into one shrewish wine-mom (Also, both Mary and Margaret were younger sisters, so why does.. um.. ‘Marygret’ look like she’s in her late 30s?).

Characters I loved:

William Compton. That guy just made me happy, whenever he was on screen. He was just smiling all the damn time (with the exception of when he like, had the plague and died)

THOMAS MOTHERFUCKING MORE. Way to stick to your guns and go out like a CHAMP. Who says martyrdom can’t be sexy as HELL?

Jane Seymour. I loved her, she was just so good and pure and was kind to Henry’s daughters and respected Katherine’s memory and was just gone too, too soon.

Charlie ‘Man-Slut’ Brandon, and later Charlie ‘I-am-too-old-for-this-shit” Brandon. All hail Henry Cavill’s ability to imply a perpetual facepalm without every bringing hand to head.

Characters I hated:

Henry VIII: We all know the history, he was not a nice dude. And to be totally honest, I’m not sure I could have made it through four seasons of JRM Shatnering his way through Tudor England were it not for the supporting cast.

Katherine Howard: I know she was supposed to be 15 in real life, but Gord she was annoying.

OTP

Call me a weirdo, but I really, really wanted Princess Mary to hook up with Eustace Chapuys. Nothing graphic, I just wanted them to kiss or something. They had really great chemistry in their scenes together and I could really feel how fond the two characters were of each other.

Characters I loved to look at:

Mark smeaton, that fiddler guy. Also, Charlie Brandon. and the King of France.

Characters whose presence I questioned:

Sir Dirtstache, the guy that seem to be there only for the sake of writing music, fucking Sir William, and generally looking like that one guy from Workaholics. (Tell me I am wrong).

Characters whom I thought were going to turn out way different than they did.

Joan Bulmer. I really thought she was going to be a schemer, a power-player, when she showed up and talked Katherine Howard into a place at court. Joan, however, wasn’t a schemer. Joan was that friend from college who asks you to get her a temp job at your new firm, then proceeds to tell your co-workers about your drunken vacation in Mexico. Well-meaning, but can’t read a room.

Stray Observations

- This show really liked to introduce characters and then just kind of kill them or disappear them (e.g. Sir Dirtstache, Eyepatch Pirate Guy, the Boulongne Bromance Duo) without a word.

- While Henry VIII was famous for all his wives, why wasn’t he more famous for his vendetta against guys named Thomas? Wosley, More, Cromwell, Culpepper...It got to the point where if a character was named Thomas, I was like “Welp, that guy is going to fuckin’ DIE.”

- Speaking of Thomas Culpepper? What was with the weirdly out-of-place rape scene? Why set the guy up as a villain in such an obvious yet out of place way, only to not actually make him a convincing villain? I mean, wasn’t him sleeping with George Bolelyn’s widow while plotting to sleep with the queen enough to say “Hey this guy is a bit of a douche?”

- Speaking of the Lady Rochford.. did she honestly think it was more plausible that her husband was sleeping with his sister than it was that he was just gay?

Unofficial Ranking of Queens from best to worst:

Jane Seymour, Katherine of Aragorn, Anne Boleyn, Anne of Cleves, Catherine Parr, and Katherine Howard.

Faces I recognized: Henry Cavill (The Witcher), Natalie Dormer (Game of Thrones), Maria Doyle Kennedy (Orphan Black, Outlander), James Frain (The White Queen, Orphan Black), Peter O’Toole, Max Von Sydow (Game of Thrones), Sam Neill (Jurassic Park), David Bradley (Game of Thrones)

Historical Drama Watch List

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Amphibia Weekly Reviews: Bessie and Mircroangelo/The Third Temple “The Things We’ve Set into Motion Cannot Be Stopped”

Hello all you happy people. It’s been a long road, with an even longer road trip, but the season’s almost over: just two more weeks of Amphibia.. and with all the build up weighing down on our heroes two things are clear: this cannot end well for Anne or anyone involved, and this is going to hurt. It’s going to hurt a LOT. it’s going to be some...

... how have I not used more MST3K gifs. Questions for later. Point is with emotional pain immient, a revolution on the way this episode only ratchets up the tension.. while also sparing some time for makeover jokes and a breather episode about snail mentorships, fashion montages and giant crabs. I do love me some giant crabs. And i’ll tell you allllll about it under the cut.

Bessie and MicroAngelo:

This episode finds our heroes preparing for the third and final temple, loading up the wagon and preparing weapons, maps, potions, all that good stuff.

We end up getting two plots out of this. The first is the titular one: so Polly can help prepare, Hop Pop gives Bessie the task of watchin gher snail and certified cutie MicroAngelo, that tiny Snail who I assumed would disappear forever after his intitial apperance because that’s usually what cartoons does. But much like One Piece, Al Ewing and that owl what watches me while I sleeps, Amphibia never forgets.

It’s some Looney Tunes style shenanigans.. not the bugs or daffy, more on him later today, kind more the “Bigger more responsible party protects the smaller more vunerable or reckless one” kind you’d see eveyr so often. Tom and Jerry also really loved this. And Amphibia wears it well, with some good gags and really cute bonding and some really excellent animation on Bessie, giving the old girl plenty of life and animation. The only part I genuinely do not like is Hop Pop blaming Bessie for.. running after micro angelo afte rhe ran off. Aka doing the job you assigned her.

Someone i’m looking at. Regardless otherwise it’s just some fun, adorable slapstick with a downright precious ending. And hop pop DOES apologize.. and wish he was a cute snail. I do not have time to unpack all the implications there nor ponder what Hop Pop would look like in a snail costume. This week’s given my brain enough nightmares.

So anyway, our subplot has Marcy trying to give Anne a Makeover... and her past attempts with Sasha have been objectively horrifying so Anne is rightly scared, though the armorer who comes to help with it has a blue crab so tha’ts where all my attention. I fucking love crabs.. they just look so neat. Some see the fact a spider crab being out and about in animal crossing as horrifying. I see it as oh look at my cool terrifying crab friend. About the only crab I don’t like is this asshole.

And even then he can be VERY funny. .he’s just also an exploitative douchebag and having worked in food service, let me tell you I.. I get why Squidward is the way he is. That said Krabbyland is a masterpiece entirely because he’s such a terrible person, so it ballances out when the show’s doing it’s best.

Point is I like crabs and I like this subplot.. though mostly because it says a LOT about who Anne and Marcy are and where there at. Part of why Marcy is so gung ho about helping Anne is she figures this is her last shot to be whoever she wants to be. But really she’s just projecting: it’s been obvious since we properly met her that Marcy.. likes living HERE more than earth. On earth she’s an outcast: her hyperfixations, her tendency to babble about things she likes, her smartness... alll things that just make people turn away from her or pick on her on earth, with only two people relaly understanding and appricating her.. maybe more but we don’t know the situation with her parents yet. As someone who is a lot of those things, I get where she’s coming from.

So ending up in a world straight out of an rpg... she florished. Everything that made her life difficult at home suddenly made her florish: her skill with RPG’s meant she could blend in easily with the courtly high class of Newtopia, gave her a love of taking on missions, and allowed her to put her hyperfixation, knowledge and enthusasim to real world use, creating massive improvments in an already ritzy city. Everything that made her an outcast in our world made her a hero there. It’s why I worry about what’s to come: to both Grime and Andrias.. she’s the perfectly made pawn: too desperate to have Sasha back to see the kinfe he wants her to plant in Marcy’s, and too happy to be accepted to see the rpg convention, the benevolent ruler turning out ot be a puppet for the big bad, starring her in the face. Amphibia’s given her her freedom.. but it’s also left her very vunerable and may leave her alone.

As for Anne.. she realizes how far she’s come: from selfish and kind of distructive to selfless and self reliant.. and still kind of destructive but hey, you can’t cahnge eveyrthing about yourself. It’s why when given heavy armor.. all she needs is the core of it.. something simple to guard her but nothing too complex. She’s fine with who she is.. and it’s why she’s in the best place of the three girls. And why she’s left smack in the middle of the war to come. A war she can’t stop and that will leave her having to choose one... or do the right , hard thing and choose neither and try and free them from the bad influences they’ve embded themselves in. Either way this is going to hurt both her and the audience.

Final Thoughts: Bessie and Mircoangelo is good classic cartoon fun with a suprisingly deep subplot. Simple, but a nice pallete clensar, especially since the next episode is pretty tense and given it’s ending and eveyrthing that’s been building this season, it’s likely only going to get worse from here, so it’s nice to have a quick and breezy break before hell comes to frogtown.

The Third Temple:

Before we get to the final temple we get a flashback showing how Sasha met Anne and Marcy. The other two were playing on the swings when two big dillholes pushed them off and Sasha selflessly and fearlessly stood up to them. And promptly beat herself up more than the bullies who dodged her and eventually got so freaked out by whatever the hell this was they ran and a friendship was born. But noticably she’s a lot diffrent 7 years ago, aproximately, than she is at 13: she’s every bit as fearless and willfull.. but the compassion she once had got buried under a need for control. It’s easy to see now WHY Marcy and Anne loved her so much: she was their friend, their protector, she cared about them.. and while she never STOPPED somewhere along the way it became less about doing the right thing for the women she loves and more about getting her way.

And now the two have had time to heal from what their friend girlfriend became.. it’s time to rip that wound wide open as finally, after almost a season of waiting, Sasha reunites with Marcy for the first time and Anne for the second.

Naturally her return is in time for her gem to be charged, though our heroes unware of that didn’t seek her out before going in. This time Frobo’s riding claw though weirdly dosen’t come inside. Which is a problem with Frobo’s addition to the cast as the whole: they’ve kept him out of any episode since his induction into the family and only properly explained it once. It just dosen’t make a lot of sense to me; Yes he is massively powerful but his childlike thought process counters that. He’s easy enough to write in but is left out becasue the writers don’t want to deal with an extra character. And I had more than enough of that shit when watching Ducktales. I don’t need it when your main cast isn’t NEARLY as large or hard to juggle. It’s just galling to have spent an entire season showing he was following them, give him a whole episode.. and then just forget about him because i’ts convient. Hopefully he’ll play a bigger role as things progress and we find out where he came from because his misuse is a dark spot on an otherwise great second half of the season.

Frobo does get to prove himself useful though and open s the temple door he just weirdly dosen’t come along. But this does leave the door open for Sasha to come in as our heroes struggle with the first puzzle: Turns out this dungeon was built by a bro, seriously the temple languge is very broey and VERY hilarious contrasted with how normal for a fantasy setting the others were, as is fitting the strength gem, so our heroes have to compete feats of strength. Unfortunately this does not mean wrestling the ghost of Jerry Stiller to the ground but instead fighting some Lava Worms, and fighting just ONE of them and lifting the provided warhammers is a challenge for Anne.. and she’s the only one who can with Marcy not having enough upper body stregnth and the plantars all de-hydrated spongebob style.

So naturally Sasha ends up being their savor, easily dispatching them and getting some help from grime who while also dehydrated, is still phsycially strong enough to be of some help. Marcy is overjoyed to see her.. and is the only one. Given Marcy hasn’t been on the wrong end of Sasha and Grime like they have, it’s understandable: while Marcy’s grappled with Sasha’s actions and grip on her and Anne, it’s been clear it hasn’t hit her as hard as it has for Anne and she likely dosen’t get the full scope of it like Anne does. To her Sasha just made a mistake and she’s back now and tha’ts what matters. To Anne and the Plantars... sasha and grime tried to kill them and Sasha then tried commiting suciide to save them. The scars of that haven’t really healed for them, nor should they.

And given Sasha has spent the season clearly blamiing everything on Anne defying her and has been raising an army based on her resentment, and given she flew into a jealous blinding rage at finding her exes were fine and dandy without her she.. wholheartdly apologizes.

Yeah she apologizes.. but tellingly while she talks about her and Grime being left homeless following the battle.. she leaves out everything after: The fight with Yuan, the growing rebellion, driving her friends away, the horrifying army Grime now commands. Something’s off.

Anne naturally dosen’t trust her to do this herself and insists on coming along sitll. The next task is juts.. asking how much you lift bro, which Sasha easily passes by lifting, bro.

The final test in Jim Crunch’s Temple of Fitness, I mean who else could’ve wrote this, is of course a big fight with a giant statue of a toad, fitting how each temple so far was built by one of the civlizations: there were frog statues and symbols in the first temple, the second was guarded by a newt and the last now has a toad guard.Though curiously.. the test itself is wholly designed for a human. Before it wasn’t 100% clear even with the hyroglyps if the chosen ones had to be human or not.. but now it’s impossible to argue otherwise. There were hints : The fact the guardian pegged her as a possible chosen one on sight , the ruins in the background of the title cards which also depict the watcher with a thousand eyes (which is what i’ll be calling him till we get his, her , they or it’s actually name. ).. but here the chamber includes a gravity increase dbz style, meaning our heroines are the only ones who can stand as the Plantars and Grimes frog and toad bodies respectively aren’t strong enough to stand anymore. And while Marcy tries it ends up falling on Anne and Sasha with Sasha being Angry Anne doesn’t trust her.. and Anne not refuting it, pointing out she has EVERY REASON not to. As she puts it “it’s not just toad tower”. For most of their lives Sasha has been controlling, caring about what she wants and not what the people she loves wants. It wasn’t just the fight there... it was simply the wakeup call to how bad a person Sasha had been.

And for the first time in the episode.. Sasha is geniune, apologizing for what she did, and genuinely admitting how she treated Anne wasn’t wrong. it was something she coudln’t admit to herself episodes ago.. but faced with both loosing two more people due to her behavior, and having plenty of time to reflect on said behavhior.. she finally relaizes it’s her. Fuck man.. what else is there to say.

Oh right the giant monster thing, which Anne trusts Sasha to finish.. and we get anothe rDBZ homage as Sasha removes part of her armor, which creates a CRATER, which lowers her weight enough to fight the thing. She gets a thumbs up and the honor of recharging it.

Anne suggests opening the box.. but Marcy is VERY quick to shoot that down and suggest talking to the king. And while her reason SOUNDS good,, they don’t want to get warped somewhere ELSE at random.. it’s very clear from her actions and how quick she tried to stop it that she needs them to get to Andrias for whatever he’s talked her into. And I emphasis talked her into: Marcy trusts the king, and was in a very emotional place when he was about to talk to her at the end of season 2a... and he knew it. He knew she was at her most vunerable, most malable and trusted him completely.. and knew right then and there was his shot at getting vengance.. for him and his master. Whatever he has planned.. it’s not good. The mechancial lovecraftian horror he keeps in his creepy basement full of lost souls is a dead giveaway from that. But I don’t.. fault Marcy for it. It’s not just because I sympahtize.. to her Andrias is a good noble king trying to help her. He’s the kindly mentor she always wanted, a person who enjoys her skills dosen’t care how much she talks and has complete faith in her, something even Anne struggles with.

But it’s VERY clear, to me at least he’s been likely using her from the moment they met: to her sh’es just an optomistic pawn, someone gullible enough to do whatever he says. I’ve always felt that her “missions” probably had some darker purpose she wasn’t aware of: getting Andrias things he needs for his army, an army she has no idea is opressing people. She’s insulated from that and instead surronded by adoring people who accept her for once. Even going to wartwood, she hasn’t yet made the connection between the toad towers and what their purpose is. I think deep down she might suspect this stuff.. but she can’t ACCEPT that the one person who every had nothing but faith in her.. is a horrible person who opresses others and somehow has even WORSE plans in store.

Sasha likewise is facing the pressure of her parental figure.. while her patching it up with Anne was legitmate... her and Grime’s own plans rely on getting in there and Grime simply sees the other two as pawns , and just like the king he wants he wants to overthrow, their use expires once his plans in motion.

But the thing is.. it’s clear despite assuring Grime she’s still all in.. her face in the last shot, as seen above.. says otherwise. Her apology was legitmate, not just an attempt to get close to the one thing in her way of power, but what she’s come to realize: she’s gone from blaming Anne for it.. to realizing it was her. But she’s also stuck: while Marcy is unaware of the strings her pupeteer is pulling her towards.. Sasha is all too aware of what her mentor is planning. And the thing was she was all too willing to go for it. She blamed Anne for what happened at the tower, blamed Anne for turning marcy against her and blamed the plantars and co for turning anne against her. But in the harsh light of day... none of that’s true. Marcy dosen’t hate her, neither does anne, they didn’t turn against her.. they were just tired of her shitty behavior and wanted the friend they found that day on the playground back, the woman they loved who’d go to hell and back for someone and not the bitter, manipultive person she became. She’s once again realized it was her fault.. the question is if that’s enough for her to do the right thing or not. And the hardest question of all is IF not reblling isn’t the right thing. Wfhile the Toad’s probably shoudln’t be in charge either, Andrias REALLY shouldn’t. There’s NO easy answers here, no happy outcome that makes everyone live’s better. There’s no easy way out, no shortcut home.. just the louder and louder drumbeats of war and one girl’s decision of whose side she’s going to take.

Final Thoughts on the Third Temple: As with the other four sasha episodes thus far, this was frogging brilliant. Shoudln’t be a suprise and it makes me both look forward and dread the war to come

Next Week: The plantars try to bury the hatchet with Sasha and Grime, the girls enter a battle of the bands, and the finale comes ever closer.

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Spanish Princess Episode 5: many many thoughts

Strap yo selves in

-WHERE WAS THE APOLOGY?? Lina’s just back with Catherine like nothing happened??

-Katherine, I get why you’re upset, but you kind of should be unsurprised?? Your dad was unfaithful to his wife, most kings were. Henry VII and Richard III were the exceptions, and even they had illegitimate sons before their marriages. Many kings also had official mistresses that everyone knew about, so by the standards of the time Henry and Bessie are actually being pretty tactful in at least trying to keep their affair out of sight. (Sexy dancing aside).

-Honestly it would have been so much more moving if KoA was like “I know kings take mistresses...but I thought...I was so sure... he would be different...”

-”they gave me a purse of gold!” It’s expected that you give the monarch lavish presents, lmao Ursula and Stafford would do that even if they hated each other and you

-”everybody loves a masque” the only sensible thing Henry has said so far in this show. Also court probably had way more masques than we see in the show, and it would standard to have a masque every holiday.

-”she is not a boy” hurry up with your character development and learn to love Mary already i am so TIRED of this miserable BS

-seems a rather depopulated masque? If the Chateau Vert pageant is anything to go by putting on a masque was a court activity, with most of the ladies performing.

-Bessie Blount in her cute masque costume... sweet mother i cannot weave Aphrodite has overcome me with GAAAAAAAAAAAAY

-”I never enjoyed carousing...my mother scolded me” look i love the Neville sisters with my whole heart but a) Margaret was 3 at most when her mother died, how does she remember her? She’d have clearer memories of her double-uncle and double-aunt, Richard III and Queen Anne b) Isabel Neville in the White Queen was established as very prim and proper, a well-bred girl who cared about enforcing decorum, she refused to ‘carouse’ and she certainly would never bring a 3 year old to a party c) we saw little Margaret as a girl at the end of the White Queen and she didn’t seem at all shy.

-”she died young, didn’t she” ...yes? most people did?

-”they both did” understatement of the year. Isabel Neville died young because she was ill, George died young (in the universe of The White Queen, at least) BECAUSE HE WAS FORCEFULLY DROWNED IN A VAT OF MALMSEY WINE. THESE TWO THINGS ARE NOT THE SAME! I do at least trust the writers of this show that the understatement was intentional, I’m sure even Emma Frost couldn’t forget a major character getting violently drowned.

-So the court only noticed the plague when one of their own got it so obviously and then died? Yes, plague could move fast, but if there was a whiff of plague the court would flee with the speed of the Looney Tunes road runner. If an acquaintance of an acquaintance of a cook had a cousin who saw someone with the plague, the court would flee to the country. How have these people not died of terminal stupid?! Like Compton was in the same building as the heir to the throne

-To be fair, it makes sense that they’re surprised Compton’s dead. Because the real Compton died of the sweating sickness. In 1528. Also he was involved in Buckingham’s downfall so... you just wrote yourself into a corner.

-Oh wow an actual good reason for More and Pole to be quarantined together i am amaaaaaazed

-”attend the queen” Boleyn, what do you think your daughter’s been doing all season if not attending the queen? Playing tetris?

-Katherine helping Anne into the wagon...I actually like that little moment. Like it does make sense, because the two have no reason to hate each other yet. (And who couldn’t like Anne? She’s such a babby!)

-Thomas More in the Tudor equivalent of casual clothes... much better. Shame about the 1930s lady’s wig.

-”what else should we do?” Maggie, this cannot be the first epidemic you’ve ever lived through. Have you forgotten the sweating sickness of 1485? You’ve probably lived through more epidemics than Oviedo has, you should know the protocol better than him.

-Oviedo continues to be the only man with rights. I wish we could see him crying and missing his wife and babies, but then my lil heart would break so maybe it’s for the best.

-They burn Maggie’s weird blue hood AS THEY SHOULD! IT WAS UGLY AND STUPID! I NEVER HAVE TO LOOK AT IT AGAIN NOW! THANK YOU SO MUCH! yes they also burned her nice dress with the strawberries on it but honestly it’s worth it, bc now i can rest easy, knowing the evil hood has been defeated.

-”you were a plaything” Katherine is so obviously insecure. I’m getting second-hand embarrassment. Like if she really was certain Bessie wasn’t important, she wouldn’t need to say it, would she? Except to rub it in. Which this KOA would absolutely do.

-literally all Bessie said was good morning?? Like Bessie is doing her best?? The masque was Henry’s idea, not hers, she hasn’t shown off about her affair, she hasn’t demanded money or titles, she hasn’t demanded any status to rival Katherine’s, she doesn’t flirt with or even speak to Henry when Katherine’s around, she acts like they’re strangers, she doesn’t even react when Katherine loses her temper...someone please please stick up for Bessie!

-”the rocking of the cart is unsettling to the stomach” is Anne naive, or is she covering for Bessie? I hope it’s the latter, in which case Anne is the one person looking out for Bessie...the babby is Soft, I repeat the babby is Soft!

-the irony of Mary being cold to Bessie when she’s next in the firing line...

-”it is not the rocking” Thank you Lina, where would we be without your gift for stating the obvious?

-”where did Wolsey get his money”...He’s a churchman...at the top of the church hierarchy...how do you fuckin think he got wealthy. Have y’all not been in the sixteenth century for five minutes? Why do you think Luther is so mad at the church?

-”I know of no other man in her bed most nights” Honestly wow I’m surprised KoA wasn’t like “well :/ a girl like that :/ who knows how many men process in and out of her bed :/” KoA gets half a point for being less bitchy than usual. Also Bessie looked so uncomfortable with Henry groping her stomach in front of Katherine. I pray the next man in her life treats her right and that Fraham don’t prematurely kill her off like they did with Compton.

-”the future king” if you’re regent on his behalf, then he’s already king! “Civilised companionship” back at it again with the Scots-are-barbarians.

-Laura Carmichael is utterly stunning this episode, with her hair down. The cinematography was beautiful in general this week.

-”freedom to speak and licence to speak are two different things” hey look at that one of Thomas More’s actual beliefs. I am giving all the credit to the historical advisor for that, I don’t believe for one second Fraham knew that beforehand.

-Maggie I love you but no, God does not sanction adultery. For any reason.

-KOA smirking and gloating about Bessie’s pain...she has never been so punchable. I would understand, if not condone it, if Bessie was manipulative, or greedy, or ambitious, or trying to supplant Katherine. But Bessie’s been betrayed by Henry too, and there’s no concrete evidence she ever gloated about her affair, to anyone let alone Katherine.

-”You think only of your own fate while London is struck down with plague” Earth to Katherine?? What concern have you shown for the Londoners?? Also calling Bessie selfish...Bessie’s not the one who lashed out at Lina, was jealous at Lina for having twin boys, and who wanted to continue a war for personal reasons. And then Bessie proves KoA wrong 5 hot seconds later by sticking up for Mary. Bit rich of KoA to be all “how dare you leave my daughter unattended” when she herself won’t even hold Mary.

-”Louis didn’t last a year” What! Is! The Timeline!

-Meg in that cloak reminds me of the Scottish Widow adverts. Georgie is so greedy- she steals every single scene she is in! Even when she’s raging she has more dignity and more presence than KoA ever has.

-”YOU LYING SOD” i burst out laughing it’s really not the little two-timing shit’s day, is it?

-Mary receiving Charlie B in the most Extra way possible. A++

-Why does Wolsey look like he’s about to cry?

-”thoughts are not actions” Lina I love you but... that is NOT what the New Testament says. Jesus said evil thoughts are very very much sins. I’ll give you a pass because maybe you haven’t been Catholic as long as Katherine has? Idk your backstory.

-Aaand now she’s wishing death on Bessie and her unborn baby and Lina isn’t disgusted? At least Katherine is feeling guilty. AS SHE SHOULD.

-”must it always fall to me to be magnanimous?” Katherine, you think only of yourself, for 23 out of every 24 hours.

-”God wants me to be compassionate to Bessie because of my sins” God wants you to be compassionate because that’s how Christianity is supposed to work. It’s not very selfless of you to decide to be selfless so that you can get what you want.

-oh wow look at that! She’s getting some self-awareness, i never saw that coming.

-”you betrayed Bessie” 5 points to Katherine of Aragon for standing up for Bessie when Henry screwed her over. Finally, some positive character development.

- MINUS 20000 POINTS FOR BABY STEALING

-WHAT THE FUCK

-is henry so dumb he thinks that baby is Katherine’s? Katherine was so obviously not pregnant

-When a baby’s born his skin needs to touch his mother’s skin so they can bond. They should have at least an hour’s cuddle time. Katherine of Aragon is literally traumatising a baby the very minute he is born. For her own selfish, selfish desires.

#the spanish princess

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