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esta-elavaris · 1 year ago

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Flufftober Day 15: Emergency, Confession, Adventure [2,778 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here 💜✨

Notes: So I’m using Ada as the OC in this, and if you’ve read Catch the Wind, you’ll recognise her from that. But you don’t need to know that to understand this, it doesn’t have to take place in the same universe, it’s mostly just me taking a wee shortcut so I don’t need to built a whole new OC for the sake of this one little story.

This one was very difficult – not only because of, well, Jack, but because if I was going to do this well, it would be a good 50k words with a lot of build-up and development and all of my usual bullshit. But it’s flufftober and there’s no time for that, so it had to be super mega condensed instead. I figure you guys understand that, and shortcuts can be taken. The thing with Jack is that he's never going to be a fairytale prince (*cough*Norrington*cough*) so this was the closest I could get to a kinda sorta sweet romance involving him.

And it features murder.

Anyway, warning for canon-typical violence here 💜

Jack and Ada had something that she liked to think of as an understanding. It had begun one time, a couple of years ago, when he’d come to her tavern seeking a woman to pass the night with – before promptly finding something wrong with every single available choice on offer. Ada knew he was playing games with her then, for any woman who she employed was beautiful in some way or another, truly one for any and every taste, and so if none were to his liking (he declared that one had unsightly elbows, for god’s sake), it was because he was determined not to like any of them.

Then, when she’d asked him what exactly it was he was seeking, he’d gone to great pains…to describe her. Simply fixing her with that dark stare of his and watching with a smirk when she brought forth a girl who did look somewhat like her, before waving that girl away. Ada had laughed at him for it, and the laugh lost much of its impact when she fell into bed with him later that night.

She didn’t charge him. Not because she balked at the idea of being considered a whore, and not because she was soft on him either. No, mostly it was because she had a good time, and she knew that charging would set a dangerous precedent for the other men here. If they all thought she had a price, she’d never be rid of them. But a casual arrangement for some fun with a handsome captain who would never desire anything more from her? That wasn’t a half bad thing.

Until he got it in his head to start playing mind games.

“Jack,” she greeted when he swaggered into her tavern one night – the first night in months. “How can we help you tonight?”

By her reckoning, it had been upwards of five visits in a row that he’d chosen to wait for her to be free for the night rather than paying for the company of one of her girls. But it wouldn’t do to assume – and she knew him well enough to know his choice could be a decision to save gold…or a point of masculine pride, perhaps, for she wouldn’t fake a thing without monetary incentive. But the gold thing didn’t much check out, considering he could charm plenty of women across the island free of charge.

Still, when he sniffed and dug his hands into his pockets, she knew this time was different.

“That blonde lass, I think. Cheery one. Name like…Opal? Amethyst?...Topaz?”

Ada chuckled – something he didn’t seem to like as his dark eyes remained fixed on her for any hint of a reaction to the status quo being upended.

“I would never employ a girl called Topaz,” she teased. “It’s Pearl you’re after. I’d have thought you’d remember that easily enough. Make yourself at home and I’ll send her over.”

He hesitated, eyes narrowing for a moment, and then he sniffed and went to his usual table. And Ada? Ada put the matter from her mind. To not expect something like this from Jack was to be an idiot, and she was not an idiot. Indeed, her greatest reaction was to secure some company for herself for the night – only once he’d absconded with Pearl, otherwise the fool would get it in his head that she was trying to make him jealous. The only thing worse than giving someone the reaction they sought was having them mistakenly think you’d done so.

There was a particular sailor in for the night – handsome, and with the outrageous confidence to match. He was happy enough to hang around until her business for the night could be left in the hands of her right-hand man, who was always complaining about not having enough responsibility. Everybody won. A fair enough form of salvaging the night, she thought.

She slipped out of her quarters in the wee small hours, the tavern empty save for those who were passed out and too heavy to haul away, clad in a silk robe that had been a gift from a captain from the east who’d sought to seduce her. He’d succeeded, for a time. The stale smell of drink, smoke, and sweat lingered in the humid air – on the rare occasion they managed to get rid of it while they were closed, it would be gone just in time for them to reopen again the next day, repeating the process. When she found Jack sitting in the dark at the bar without that usual smug post-fuck look on his face, she suspected he could not say the same. Which was surprising, for Pearl was very talented – and more than charming.

“Drink?” she asked.

“Do I have to pay for it?”

“Usually I’d charge you double for the cheek of asking,” she snorted. “But we’re closed…and this is from my own stash.”

Retrieving a bottle of wine from beneath the loose wooden floorboard, she slid atop the stool beside his, uncorked it, took a gulp, and then handed it in his direction. Ordinarily at this hour, had they spent the night with one another, they’d have lapsed into quiet chat about nothing in particular – in a way that circled around to be about everything. He’d tell tales of his adventures, of the fantastical things he had seen in such a way that she was often left wondering if he was teasing her or not.

And Ada? Well, Ada hadn’t seen much beyond Tortuga. She’d come here young, very young, with her parents and worked her way up to where she was now once they died not long thereafter. So she told him what she wanted to see. Not in a dirty way, either. Of myths and legends she’d heard, and how she planned to find out for herself one day whether they were true or not. She had a plan for that, too, in the form of her ‘one day’ fund, carefully hidden in her room. She’d been adding to it ever since she stopped living hand to mouth, and one day was drawing nearer and nearer – she just knew it.

Jack was one of the few who did not laugh at her when she told him that.

“Busy night, love?” he asked.

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell,” she teased.

His moustache twitched as his lips threatened to purse, and Ada arched one dark eyebrow at him.

“A more irrational woman might think you’re showing signs of jealousy, Captain. But that would be hypocritical, would it not?”

His brow furrowed for a moment, but then he sniffed, shrugged, and handed the bottle back to her before speaking lightly.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“No. I would not. It’s different for men.”

Ada cracked a dangerous, disbelieving smile. “Oh?”

“Take the King of England. He – they, all of them collectively…consecutively, in their time King-ing – have mistresses. The queens never do. See. Different.”

“And when did you decide that the King’s standard is the one you wish to follow?”

“I’ve robbed many of his men. Allows me to make a decent assessment of what he must be like.”

Scoffing, she toyed with the neck of the bottle and rolled her eyes at how Jack’s eyes seemed to struggle in distancing themselves from the gesture.

“The queens cannot stray because it calls the line of succession into question. That is not a problem here – unless you’re truly suggesting we have a child?”

There was nothing Ada liked the idea of less. Not with him, nor with anybody. Ever.

“I might be,” he sniffed.

“Ugh.”

He grinned – but then a thud sounded from the door to her quarters, tucked where they were behind the bar, and his eyes narrowed as they sought the source of the noise.

“A moment,” she murmured, slipping from the stool and making to go and see her guest out, like any good host would.

“Ada,” Jack said.

In hindsight, she would realise she should have noted the shift in his voice. The way it morphed from teasing and casual to suddenly insistent and serious. For Jack was never serious.

“I’m saying goodbye, Jack, not going for round two,” she snorted, shrugging off the hand that tried to grab at her arm.

Leaving swiftly so as to avoid any bickering on the topic, she rounded the bar and strode to her room. She entered to find it torn apart, the mattress askew in the frame, one of her pillows cut open, her drawers emptied and overturned. By the time she’d finished demanding what the hell he thought he was doing, he had a pistol aimed at her chest.

“Who were you talking to out there?”

God, she hoped Jack was hearing this. More still – she hoped, against all hope, that he would help.

“No one.”

“Liar.”

“No one!” she insisted loudly. “Mr Drake is passed out drunk, I was trying to wake him so he’d leave, but there was no managing it.”

The sailor’s lip curled, but he seemed satisfied enough – although he did not lower the gun.

“Where are the jewels? The gold?”

“Jewels and gold?” she breathed a laugh. “If I had much of either, I wouldn’t live here, lad.”

“This place makes a killing every night,” he jabbed the gun in her direction. “I’ve watched. I’ve noticed.”

“How observant of you,” she said drily, crossing her arms as though he was being ridiculous.

It allowed her to feel the racing of her heart all the more.

“You have to spend money to make money. Most of it goes back into the running of the establishment. Once the staff have been taken care of, I can barely afford to eat.”

“Your windows are cracked, your door is rotting, and your rum is second-rate. You’ve got a stash somewhere.”

“I have an old onyx necklace you’re more than welcome to,” she scoffed, “It only has one scratch across it, and the setting is tarnished. It might earn you a few shillings. Beyond that, I’m afraid I can’t help.”

A creak sounded in the tavern proper behind her, the sailor’s attention shot towards it, and Ada made her mistake. Her eyes darted in the direction of the porcelain dolls lined up neatly atop her wardrobe, and when she looked back to the sailor, he was already following her gaze. And then he was grinning.

He took a step in their direction, and the cocking of the pistol stopped her in her tracks when she made to follow. Tall as he was, it was little problem for him to retrieve one of the dolls – and when he shook it, it rattled heavily.

The shutters to the window were open, and he threw them one by one out of it. Ada listened to them hit the sand outside – years of careful saving and dreaming, all gone in a matter of minutes. Because she’d sought to salvage the night with the wrong person.

When the final doll was flung outside, he grinned and turned to her.

“Not often I get a bit of fun and paid for my troubles.”

“A pity your mother couldn’t say the same,” Ada shot back.

It was difficult to regret it, even as his trigger finger twitched. But, finally, he lowered the gun, grin in place as he smoothed back his blond hair.

“You’re emotional. I’ll let you have that one.”

Turning back towards the window, he leaned out of it and looked down. The tavern was on sandy terrain, and therefore on stilts, so no doubt he sought to make sure he wouldn’t land on his new prize in the dark. But then a shot rang out through the night, and his body slumped over the window frame, arms slackening and boots twitching against the floor.

Ada went down almost as quickly, arms curled over her head. A double-crossing accomplice, maybe? One who sought to double his prize? She remained there, crouched down low, poised to duck under the bed or run for Jack at the first sign of trouble, when the voice of that very pirate hissed through the night.

“Are you going to come and get these Ada, love, or am I to throw these very breakable dolls at you?”

She gawped, and then she was up in the next moment, dragging aside the corpse – it was far from the first she’d seen – and leaning over the bloodied frame. Jack stood there, smug as all hell, the very bloodied dolls gathered in his arms. Once she’d accepted them, he leapt up and grasped the sill with both hands, pulling himself up and into the room in a very annoying feat of upper body strength.

“Now,” he grunted as he clambered into the room. “I can’t say I’m not tempted to say I told you so.”

To illustrate his point, he knocked a boot against the leg of the corpse. Ada didn’t laugh. She was unable to, shakier than she’d like to show, counting and recounting the dolls over and over again, furious at her own stupidity in how she’d given the game away.

“Strange place to hide your gold, love,” he grunted.

Silently, she wrenched the head from one of the dolls, pulled a string of very fine pearls from within, and held it out in his direction.

“For your trouble,” she said flatly. “I’ll give you more if you handle the body for me.”

“I’ve never needed payment to handle bodies,” he teased, voice adopting a low note.

She didn’t laugh, taking in the wreckage of her room, still caught between shock, fury, and terror. The stock of very strong drinks next door was sounding very, very good. Even if they were second-rate.

“Ada, darlin’,” he changed tact, approaching and regarding the dolls. “If they’re all stocked up with goods like these…you’ve enough to book passage a hundred times over. What is it exactly you’re waiting for?"

"It’s not just about booking passage,” she shook her head. “I’m not looking to go from one shack to another. I want…I want adventure. Freedom. To go everywhere, see everything. I can’t do that alone – not as a woman. Look at what just happened here tonight under my own roof. I need…I need enough to pay a man or two to watch my back. Protection, food, passage for me and them, room and board…all of it.”

“Most men here would slit your throat and take the lot if they cottoned on to the stock you’ve got here.”

“I can be very charming when I need to be, Jack.”

“…Think that might only harm your case, depending on the man, love.”

Ada sighed, in no mood for this debate.

“Three necklaces,” Jack said finally.

“You’re haggling with me? Now?”

“I am not,” he looked offended at the very notion. “One for that. Two for getting rid of it. Another…for passage on the Pearl.”

Ada stared at him in disbelief. When he saw the look, he cleared his throat, frowned, and stared straight ahead – leaving her with the impression that the offer could be rescinded if she so much as breathed in a way that unsettled him in the next few minutes.

“They can spare you here for a few weeks, can’t they? Come out, see…whatever there is to see, after that…” he trailed off, shrugged, and sniffed. “That’s for after.”

“You’re asking me to travel with you?”

“Don’t get…clingy,” he made a vague sort of gesture – as if she’d ever clung – but the insult was taken from the rule when he added at a grumble. “…And don’t cavort with any of me men.”

He was offering this. Truly. Her disbelief was sharply morphing into delight.

“What about the women?”

Jack grinned. “Only if I’m invited, love.”

That could be arranged.

Links: AO3 -- FF.net -- flufftober masterpost -- dividers by cafekitsune

#esta's flufftober '23 fills #flufftober2023 #flufftober 2023 #jack sparrow x oc #jack sparrow/oc #pirates of the caribbean fanfic #pirates of the caribbean fanfiction #potc fanfic

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papirouge · 3 months ago

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I see you post about financial stuff for women who want babies and that is something that’s missing now for a lot of people in a lot of countries. There’s hardly any social support for families

But also I think birth rates would rise and abortion rates would drop once toxic males and their violence towards women disappear altogether. It’s really the culture of men and how they see women that’s the real issue. They’ve done multiple studies on the male brain to show how their literal brains light up when they see women and they see us as tools. They don’t see us as thinking people or whole people but just our body parts (even women see other women like this too). It’s scary and I know a lot of women who have given up on men because of their misogyny despite them wanting babies before.

I don’t know what God is planning to do in 100,000 years once the Y chromosome goes away completely, I hope he’ll release Man 2.0 that would be much better than this current version

Yeah I agree that the awareness about male violence is may have influences the drop of birth rates, but stats show a drastic drop post c0vid so I think the reason are mostly economic.

I think it's lowkey funny how moids sperg about pseudo science biological purpose etc but get mad when women refuse to procreate with them, so they will pull out all sort of copium excuses instead of looking inward and accept the issue may come from them. After all, it's in ✨nature✨ that women pick the best suited sexual partner...but when human female do it somehow that's an issue?

Only human male have this psychotic entitlement to female sexual availability, but somehow wanna claim "nature" for it? Deranged.

#answered

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lively-potter · 11 months ago

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— this is for the readers who aren’t familiar with the academy! Most of my BTS ff’s are academy crossover but you only need to a few key things. Down below, I’m giving you a little bit of a rundown. You may not need to know everything to understand my books; but I feel better having this up for you all the read. I’ll be putting this post in my masterlist so you all go back to it anytime you need to.

— academy info ;

I know I'm gaining more readers, those who aren't familiar with the academy, so I'll do a short explanation of what you'll be seeing from the academy!

In short, the academy series is a reverse harem/polyamory series set in Charleston, South Carolina.

( so you'll be seeing multiple men date the same women in this book, so don't be shocked lmfaoo )

The academy ( that MFC won't be much involved in ) is basically a top secret organization that specializes in helping men, women, and children who are in an abusive relationship or homes and help them get out of that — most join the academy to help others in the same situations.

There are teams that work together and are basically a family in all but blood; and "family is a choice".

The men in teams are referred to as "dogs" and the female team members are referred to as "birds". 'Ghosts', whether birds or dogs, are children without much history to their names. They are priceless to the Academy.

The Academy's system works on a series of favor and financial debt. Everyone in the Academy starts out with financial debt. It's the value of the education an Academy student requires to become the best at what he does. If it was a private investigation training class or an eight-week boot camp, or you were starving and needed groceries to get through a human biology class, the Academy took care of it. Your debt can't just be paid off directly, it requires completing various Academy missions. Whatever it is, there is a price tag.

Favors though are the real core of the Academy. Favors are anything that doesn't have a price - usually family problems within the Academy that other members can't handle alone. New members owe ten favors immediately, with the maximum owed being thirty. The value of a task in favors varies depending on the task.

All Academy trials are comprised of the same parties: the whole team, plus five randomly selected members from other teams, presided over by a manager who has collected all the data. There is no age minimum for the randomly selected members, the only requirement is that they had to be past initiation and a full member of the Academy. The ultimate goal at a trial is to keep the family together as much as possible.

Each team has two leads. The first is the main contact for the Academy, they track the jobs the members go on, and let them know what jobs are available. The second is the family lead, who keeps track of all the team members, and makes sure that everything runs smoothly for them - ensuring they have food, bills are paid on time, and everyone that needs a job has one.

Most of this information is from the academy wiki site ( 'cause it's fuckin' complicated to explain it all )

Note that some of my works are in the academy universe, but won’t have much to do with it ( like limitless, moon struck, nepenthe, masochist, grey, trials of Athena, etc. )

Thank you all for reading ❤️✨

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lady-bess · 11 months ago

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Just A Date - Agent Ortega

Part of the LadyBess Valentine's special! 8 Characters; 8 Dates 💜

Agent Ortega x GN!Reader Mature/18+ (Minors DNI Please✨) WC: 2.8k Notable Tags: Running Away, New Lives, SFW, Reader is a Whore, Sorry, Soft Ortega, Caring Ortega, Obscene Levels of Fluff, Forbidden Romance, Established Relationship, Implied Sexual Relationships, Reference to Drinking, References to Prostitution.

And last, but certainly not least, is our Pinkerton! Unlike Jack, Agent Ortega is a genuine cowboy (sorry, honey, but he’s a freaking Pinkerton!). And while his appearance in the Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe was brief (i.e. a single pilot episode of The Sixth Gun), you best believe this author still managed to take a liking to him (and who is shocked?).

I’ve made it my own head canon that there is a link between Ortega and Jack before, but for now let’s go back to the basics! This one-shot will be based on the limited information we know, plus a bit of fan-canon!

Happy valentine’s, my lovelies, however it is you choose to spend it!

A/N: I was unsure about Ortega’s timeline and Valentine’s Day being something to mention, but I found in my research that by the 1850’s it was popular to send what we now know as Valentine’s cards! In 1856, the following was published to the New York Times;

"Our beaux and belles are satisfied with a few miserable lines, neatly written upon fine paper, or else they purchase a printed Valentine with verses ready-made, some of which are costly, and many of which are cheap and indecent.

"In any case, whether decent or indecent, they only please the silly and give the vicious an opportunity to develop their propensities, and place them, anonymously, before the comparatively virtuous. The custom with us has no useful feature, and the sooner it is abolished the better."

I just found it rather amusing, so thought I’d share with y’all!

Now, where were we? Ah, yes; off to Brimstone!

February 14th, 1889

Ortega opened the doors to The Silver Palace, Brimstone, hoping to find you here before it was too late. He didn’t approve of you working in a place like this, but times were tough out here in the West, and he could hardly fault you for doing what you had to in order to survive. That still didn’t mean he liked the thought of others having their way with you in exchange for a few measly cents. His job meant that he knew, intimately, the lives of the people in this town. And what he did know about the men and women who came your way was that they were often more of the unsavoury nature.

He wanted to protect you so badly, even though you were fiercely independent and insisted you didn’t need his help. That had always been your dynamic, though. He would pay you for your time, not your body, and somewhere along the way you’d gone and fallen in love. Your boss would forbid you from ever seeing Ortega again if they knew that the two of you were involved with each other beyond an exchange of services, so you kept things quiet.

But tonight, of all nights, he wanted to get to you first.

And, if this went to plan, you’d never have to work at The Silver Palace again.

He scanned the sea of faces that met him as he entered the establishment, eyes desperately searching for yours to meet his. A panic began to rise in his chest, a tightness, a despair, as for a moment he was met with nothing but vacant expressions from other patrons. People who were probably waiting around for someone like you to become available, so for ten minutes they could forget about their woeful existence and treat you like an object just so that they could feel like that had an ounce of power in this world.

But Ortega did have power. And tonight, he was using it.

“Fuck,” he hissed, sucking in his lip and biting down a little too hard as he searched for you, pushing past others who were drunk out of their own minds on moonshine, and other alcohol likely not made legally. Prohibition can get them later, he thought as he traversed through the crowd.

And then, cowering in the corner, there you sat. Surrounded by men and women, various hands trying to take off some of your clothing. One man pulled at the collar of your shirt while another undid your belt buckle. A woman sat on one of the men’s laps kept pouring you drinks, clearly hoping you’d sip enough that you’d lose all inhibitions and just let them have their way.

You looked terrified.

Ortega knew that it wouldn’t work simply asking you to go to a private room with him right now; he would have to either force these people off you or pull out the big guns to assert some form of authority. Fortunately, he came prepared.

“Excuse me?” he said, approaching the table entirely. Behind the fright in your eyes was a slight twinkle, like a glimmer of hope had found its way to the front of your mind, allowing you for a second to believe you were going to be okay.

“Yes, sir?” you spoke, timid as anything, even though you knew you were safe now with Ortega around.

“I hate to impose on such a…beautiful moment between y’all, but you, flower, owe me,” he said, voice dropping slightly so he appeared like a disgruntled customer. It was something the two of you had agreed he could do, especially if he ever found you in a situation that was difficult to get out of. There was nothing that would ruin the party quite like a patron who didn’t think they’d had their fill, and Ortega would use the act whenever he needed you out of a situation as quickly as possible.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, but as you can see I’m a little busy right now,” you said, playing your part as always.

“I thought you might say that,” Ortega began, before reaching into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a small brown leather bag, dropping it to the table. The sound of clattering metal could be heard from inside the bag, indicating it was clearly filled to the brim with money. The eyes of everyone at the table widened, your own included.

“Brought you a little something so you might…prioritise me?” he said, then turned to the men and women sat around you, “I’m sure y’all can understand?”.

The people surrounding you scoffed, shaking their heads before finally getting their hands off you. Ortega smiled at you, reaching his hand out for you to take. Grasping it softly, you allowed him to tug you out from the booth, maintaining the act he had to put on.

“Take your coins, whore, and let’s be having you,” he sneered, and you had to fight back a slight chuckle. Ortega was never anything other than a gentleman with you, and even though your relationship had become physical recently, it was oh so more special in that you actually cared for one another. You grabbed the brown bag with your free hand and nodded at him, then let him tug you along by the hand to one of the private rooms in the back of the building.

He shoved open the door with his hand and dragged you inside. Him letting go of your hand sent you spinning slightly, and as you stabilised yourself he closed the door behind him, bolting it shut. You both breathed out a sigh of relief once the door was closed, and now it was just the two of you together within these four walls.

“I’m sorry, flower, I really do hate doin’ that,” he said, dashing over to you and grabbing you by the waist. “But I hate others being on ya’ even more,” he whispered, before planting a tender kiss on your lips.

You kissed him back fiercely, your hands grasping at his jacket and bunching the material in your fists as your whole body relaxed into his arms. It had only been a couple of weeks since you’d last been able to see each other, but every moment without him by your side was agonisingly painful. There was nobody you wanted in this world except for him – your very own Pinkerton.

“I missed you,” you said softly against his lips, there barely being any space between the two of you to talk. The rim of his bowler hat brushed against your forehead, and you could feel every metal buckle and button that was on his clothing. But after being apart, you couldn’t get closer if you tried.

“I missed you too, my flower,” he said, kissing your cheek as he slipped his arms around you for a tight embrace. “But you don’t gotta miss me no more. I’m taking you out of here,” he said.

You pulled back slightly from your hug to look deep into his coffee coloured eyes. He had a look of sincerity that you’d never before seen, so stern and serious that it borderline scared you. You whispered his name, his real name, while caressing his cheek.

“What are you tryna say?” you asked, speaking quietly so not to alert others in nearby rooms of whatever he was about to say. He smiled at you lovingly, his face softening under the hold of your delicate hands.

“I’m bein’ transferred, flower. I’ll be outta here by morning. And I’m taking you with me,” he said. He slid his hand to cover yours, grasping your fingers softly, and moving to kiss the palm of your hand. His eyes never left yours as he did, wanting to gauge your reaction.

“I- I can’t just leave. Honey, they’ll kill me if they catch me sneaking off. You know they got me bound under that damn contract,” you said, that familiar feeling of being trapped rising. There was nothing more that you wanted to do than to run away and leave Brimstone behind, but you’d heard horrors of other men and women before you trying just that, and paying the price.

“I know, I know,” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “But we gotta try, doll. If we don’t then I-,” he sniffled, “then I’ll never see you again,”.

“Ortega…you’d be risking everything. And all for me? A prost-,” you began, but he cut you off.

“No, stop!” he said, eyes watery and pleading, “Don’t call yourself that. You’re so much more, flower. I don’t wanna ever hear you call yourself that again, you understand? I’m freeing you from this Hell,” he said.

You nodded slowly, allowing your lips to gently slip across his, planting a soft kiss there. You breathed the same air as him for a moment, just standing in silence.

“Alright. I won’t say it. But tell me this, love, how are we getting out of here?” you asked. Ortega smiled, a slight grin even, and that mischevious glint in his eye returned.

“I got Agent Mercer outside waiting with a wagon filled with everything we’ll ever need, sweet thing. I hope ya don’t mind, but I also had him pick the lock on your place earlier, and anything valuable he’s packed up for us,” he said. “Darlin’, he’s outside this building now. All we gotta do is slip outta this window and run like Hell.”

Ortega explained every plan like he had a handle on everything, but in a way that was comforting. Right now you wanted to feel like someone did know what they were doing, even if the plan was just to run for your fucking lives. But Ortega trusted Mercer, and if he’d got him on board with the plan then you at least hoped that enough preparations had been made to make this a clean getaway.

Without realising it, you were already nodding along with his plan. Ortega grinned and scooped you up into his arms, lifting you into a hug and spinning you round for a second. You laughed, clinging to his body, and then let him put you down.

“Okay, well, if Mercer already has my valuables then there ain’t nothing in that dump of an apartment I care an iota about. I just need a cloak, and we’re out of here,” you said, heading over to the closet of the room he’d chosen. Normally the two of you went upstairs to a room you often frequented with other patrons, and as such had more clothes of your own in there, but today he’d chosen a ground floor room. Now it made sense why…

“You find something, flower, and I’ll get this window cracked open!” he said, dashing over to the weakest looking frame. The windows weren’t huge, but if he could pop the glass out the frame then you’d both be well on your way.

While he worked away, fiddling with the wooden frame with a couple of tools he’d stashed in his jacket pocket, you opened up the closet. A man’s black woollen shawl was hung up; not yours, you noticed, but it would certainly do you well in the cold weather you’d be travelling in. Ortega hadn’t said where you were going, truthfully you didn’t care, so long as it wasn’t here. But you felt it better safe than sorry, and threw the shawl on for some extra warmth.

With the shawl on, you quickly went through the other drawers. You knew you were basically helping yourself to other people’s possessions, but as you had no plans to ever return, you figured one act of selfishness to get away from a life of selling yourself for next to nothing was the least you were owed. Grabbing a small satchel, you filled it with extra supplies; underwear, predominantly, but also a small handgun that was tucked away in the bottom drawer (something that was stashed in each of the private rooms – just in case).

“How’s that window coming on?” you asked, turning round to see Ortega skilfully just about to set down the glass panel inside the building so not to create noise.

“She’s come along a treat, flower,” he said, setting the glass down and then looking up at you, “Now come on! Grab that money, and let’s go!” he said.

You did as he asked, throwing the satchel over your body and stashing the brown bag of coins he’d given you on the belt of your clothing, securing it in place. You took Ortega’s hand and let him pull you through the window once he’d dropped outside, and then you made a break for it. It would surely not be long before your boss noticed your prolonged absence, given that Ortega didn’t pay them for use of that room all night like he usually did. So, you booked it.

Hand in hand, the two of you barrelled away from The Silver Palace, heading out towards the edge of town where Mercer would be waiting for you. The night was beginning to set in, and with not many gas lamps erected yet there was very limited light. A few homes gave a slight glow out onto the street, but aside from that you both ran together in the dark. Darkness that, eventually, gave way to a few lamps aside a carriage.

It felt like all your birthdays came at once as soon as your eyes lay upon the wagon, two horses at the head of it, readily strung up. Mercer was waiting next to it, fastening down the last of a white sheet which covered all the belongings he’d packed in for you both.

Blood rushed around your body as your heart struggled to keep up with the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins. Ortega kept on dragging you with him, not wanting to risk anything going wrong.

“Ortega! You made it!” Mercer said once you were finally packed up. He tipped his hat towards you as the two of you stood and collected your breath.

“Is it all ready to go?” Ortega asked, and Mercer nodded.

“Yes, sir. All packed up and ready to go. Here, take this,” he said, pulling out a sheet of paper from the inside pocket of his jacket, “It’s a map to where your new place is. Your new lives,” he said, smiling over at you.

“Mercer, we can’t ever thank you enough,” Ortega said, “I wish you well, my friend”.

“Take care of yourself, agent. You too,” Mercer said, tipping his hat towards you.

“Come on, flower, let’s go,” he said, hopping onto one of the horses before reaching down to give you a hand up onto the other. You took his hand and let him help pull you up, before swinging your leg over onto the saddle.

“Alright, you settled?” he asked, and you nodded as you grabbed the reigns.

“Yes, my love. Shall we?” you said.

“Yes,” Ortega grinned, then chuckled, “Oh, flower?” he asked.

“What is it, honey?”.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you and Ortega set off, carriage in tow, and rode into the night towards your new lives.

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A Matter of Honour - Chapter 33, Lord Buchanan

Summary: Quin asks Lord Buchanan to act as his general of the army they have raised. Telling Ileana about it is difficult. As the soldiers from the other lords arrive to begin battle training, Quin chooses the banner of his army.

Length: 4.3 K

Characters: Quin, Lord and Lady Buchanan, Lord Fury.

Warnings: Minors DNI; contains sexual content which is unsuitable for readers under the age of 18.

<<Chapter 32

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On their journey to Baroness Blackstone's estate Quin turned to Lord Buchanan. There was much he wanted to say but every time he tried to say the words his heart filled his throat and prevented his voice from working. Finally, he stopped and sat in his saddle waiting for Buchanan to stop also. As the older man waited ahead with a puzzled expression on his face Quin finally found his opportunity.

"There is much that I owe to you," he said, urging his horse forward. "You have already done so much for me that I feel hesitant to ask for more. I am not battle tested. I have the skills and the will to put myself into danger but my knowledge of tactics is dismal. If I do not succeed in acquiring a general with experience the army I lead will surely fail. Your own garrison of soldiers have extolled your virtues as a soldier and a commander. Will you, Lord Buchanan, accompany me back to my home, as the commander of my forces?"

"I had already determined that my place would be with you," said Buchanan carefully. "It will be a delicate matter to discuss with my wife, so full of child already. When we married we only had our wedding night before I left for battle on the morn. She did not complain openly but I know she wept bitter tears after my departure. When my inner wolf reclaimed me she wept for me then, fearing I would not return. I will go with you but if I perish I beg that you make the journey back to my home with my body so that I may lay next to my father and be near my wife always."

"It will not come to that," protested Quin. "I pledge all of my will to keeping you alive so that you return to your wife and child, for they are precious to me also. Being the reason for your death would devastate me. I thank you, sir, for believing in me."

Nothing more was said after that and they soon arrived at Baroness Blackstone's estate where Lord Falcon and the Baroness awaited them. Both men dismounted and took their saddlebags. Isabella looked at Quin softly, greeting him with a kiss to the cheek.

"I thought to punish you for exposing your secret before we had agreed but I know these are exceptional times, Quin," she said thoughtfully. "Yes, I have agreed to the terms of your negotiator's proposal and although I will retain my title for the near future I will give it up when I join you in your kingdom. Furthermore Coulson has agreed to lead 100 men for your army, for by all accounts it is a sizeable force you will be taking with you. Come, both of you, refresh yourselves then join Lord Falcon and me for the details of this most extraordinary past week."

"She knew?" said Buchanan. "When? How?”

"At the second day of the festival in your estate," said Quin. "I told her when I begged for her hand in the formal language. She asked me frankly if I was truly a common man and I revealed the complete truth. To be fair I was tired of deceiving her, not when I would be asking her to trust in me. She accepted me shortly after and we agreed to keep it between us. I fear I may have given her an unfair advantage in the negotiations but she is, as you said before of women in this land, my equal in every way."

"Then you have three of the strongest foundations in a marriage," said Buchanan. "Love, honesty, and trust. With those you will be happy."

After quickly washing the dust of the journey from their faces and necks the two men met with Falcon and Isabella in the dining hall. A small spread was laid out for them to help themselves to what was available. After chewing their food a few moments Falcon looked at Buchanan.

"You had frank words with Lord Fury at your estate prior to your leaving," he stated. "He is a formidable statesman but I found his honesty refreshing. Nothing was couched in flowery phrases or subtlety. We actually concluded the negotiations in just four days. Then he spent another day telling me of the situation in King David's kingdom. Quin, did Lady Falcon apprise you of the 50 men I pledged? Bren will bring them to Buchanan's estate soon to begin training with his men."

"Aye, sir, she did," replied Quin. "I thank you most kindly. Once my mother and sisters have arrived here in safety I hope to marry and have several days with Isabella alone before we leave. Lord Buchanan has agreed to be my general and will decide on a rendezvous point for all the assorted companies to meet."

"Does Lady Buchanan know?" asked Falcon, surprised along with Isabella that Buchanan would agree to this.

"No, and I beg you not to say anything," he replied. "It should come from me. I consider this part of Quin's education in how to be a king. He must learn what it is to be in battle. Although Bren and Coulson have committed to being part of the force I felt obligated to finish what I started with him. Thus, I will go with him."

"Very well," said Falcon, sounding unconvinced. "I will do my part in making sure she is safe, although I am sure Rhodes, Wallis and the good doctor will support her as well. Now, as to the terms of the negotiations. Quin, your father has agreed to settle 100 lbs of gold on the Baroness as her bride price, as well as the title to a coffee plantation which is already being developed and expected to produce coffee in the next season. As per your instructions there will also be a rose garden created as a personal wedding present from you to your bride, and the royal gardener is developing a new rose to be called Princess Isabella which will form the showpiece in that garden. The Baroness will receive a monthly income of 500 gold coins, a carriage to be drawn by four matched horses, all clothing as required. Out of her own funds which will accompany Baroness Blackstone, in lieu of a dowry, she will fund the establishment of a women's guard, starting with 50 women who she will choose from those who apply, the establishment of a school for children of the palace staff, and will bring four horses from her stables, two mares and two stallions to be added to the royal stables. The Baroness may also bring personal staff with her such as a dresser, dressmaker, etc. If the Baroness conceives a child she will receive 1000 gold coins for a son, and 750 gold coins for a daughter. In return the Baroness insists that her husband, the Prince will bed with her every night, and promise not to engage a mistress. I think you two both wrote this in because it was in both of your proposals. Lord Fury was not amused but I think he admired the intent."

The two young lovers grinned at each other as it was something they both desired to be part of the contract, as much to declare openly that this was a love match. There were other minor housekeeping items which Falcon listed off but as Isabella had requested much was offered to her to give up her title. Because of the impending civil war she would stay at her estate, still managing it until the war was won. If victory wasn't won by Quin and his father, she would retain her title because the contract would be declared void. If Quin managed to escape and return to these lands he would be her consort, as if he were a common man. Their children would inherit her estate. Quin signed his name to this copy of the contract then he and Lord Buchanan prepared to leave in order to arrive at his estate before nightfall. As they both came out to the courtyard and their rested horses Quin saw Coulson standing nearby. Approaching him he offered his hand to the man.

"Thank you for agreeing to join in defending my father's kingdom," said Quin. "It means much to have a man of your character at my back."

"That night when you came out of the same bower where the Baroness had been you said she should be a queen," replied Coulson, accepting Quin's hand. "It puzzled me that a low born man would say such a thing. You also defended her honour well when comments were made about her the following day. I watched you and realized there was more to you than I first thought. That you were a prince never entered my mind but I look at this as protecting my mistress's husband."

"Regardless, thank you," laughed Quin. "You are a man of honour."

Coulson bowed and Quin mounted his horse, leaving with Buchanan. An hour and a half later they arrived at the Buchanan estate and were greeted by Lady Buchanan and Lord Fury. Buchanan kissed his wife and bowed to Fury, who bowed back.

"Word has reached us that you have an army your Highness," said Fury. "Over 1000 men committed. I return early in the morning to journey to my own estate and gather my garrison. Your Dr. Banner was so kind to allow me use of the ham radio and contact the Abilene site of the super computer directly. Duke Walker has assembled a force of more than 3000 with more to come from the lawless lands. Your father and allied lords have 3500. Your force could be the difference."

"Come, bathe and change your clothes," said Ileana. "My Lord, I would speak with you, in private."

Buchanan looked sharply at her, knowing the tone of her voice was not pleased. He left Quin with Lord Fury, as he still had to sign that copy of the marriage contract, and followed his wife into their chambers. As he closed the door she turned to him.

"Lord Fury is under the impression you will be going with Quin and his army," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Why would he think such a thing?"

"Because he is right," said Buchanan, wearily. "In a perfect world Quin would have a general he could rely on but he doesn't. He has several garrison commanders with battle experience, and likely the majority of his force will be comprised of eager recruits. If Quin is to succeed as a king he needs to learn to command. As his foster father that is my duty to teach him and it cannot be done in a courtyard in a matter of weeks."

"What about me?" cried Ileana. "What of our children, your own flesh and blood children, if you are killed?"

"You will be taken care of," said Buchanan, distinctly. "By everyone on this estate, by my foster brother, by Lord Falcon and countless others. You will be in control of the estate until Livia comes of age then it would go to her as first born, regardless of whether you carry a son or not. I made damned sure to put that into my instructions for the estate in the event of my death."

"But I wouldn't have you," she said in a ragged whisper. "I would be alone."

"You are a fine woman," said Buchanan, approaching her carefully. "There are many who admire you and could make you happy. I would want you to be happy."

"But they wouldn't be you," she said, looking up to him in agony.

"It tears me apart as well," he admitted then he clasped her to his chest before smothering her mouth with a deep kiss.

Together they kissed as they frantically undressed each other. Then Buchanan lay Ileana on the bed and desperately kissed and caressed her before entering her in a passionate moment of pure lust felt by both of them. Trying to be mindful of the baby Buchanan tried not to be forceful but Ileana swore at him.

"If you're going to fuck me, then fuck me, James," she said then grabbed his head to force a deep kiss on him.

With a low growl he pulled out, turned her over and entered from behind. "Do not speak to me that way, wife!" he yelled as he thrust himself into her hard. "If you wish me to fuck you like a mistress the least you could do is keep quiet while I do it!"

Ileana would have answered him but he had brought her to the brink and she was now gasping and crying out in her passion. Her cries brought him to the edge as well. As she made her final cry Buchanan came and emptied himself into her. When he had finished he draped himself over Ileana then gently helped her on to her side and spooned her from behind. He felt the shuddering breaths she took, attempting not to cry out loud but he felt the need himself.

"Forgive me my love," he cried, as the tears came from his eyes. "If I had a choice I would not leave you this way. But my honour dictates that I must go with the boy and complete what I set out to do with him. Surely you must understand it."

"I do understand it," she cried back, as she grasped his hands to her breasts desperately. "It still frightens me. Ever since you disappeared into the forest and became your wolf I have dreaded the possibility of you dying while you are away from me. It consumes me. I cannot live without you."

"Then I will return," said Buchanan. "I swear to you that I will come back to you."

Ileana wept for some time as Buchanan attempted to sooth her but it was only when she turned back to him and he drew her into his arms that she began to feel comforted. Even then when it came time to appear for dinner she was still too emotional to dress and accompany her husband. Reluctantly he left her there and instructed her dresser Beth to draw a lavender bath for Lady Buchanan and dress her for sleeping. After dressing himself he attended dinner alone and passed on her apologies.

"I fear I may have voiced my anticipation of you acting as the Prince's general," said Lord Fury. "My apologies if that is what sent Lady Buchanan to her bed. It was not my intention."

"My wife fears my early death while away from home," said Buchanan by way of explanation. "As a modern woman she is not used to the military demands on my honour. She fears for my safety and that I will not return to witness the birth of our second child."

"I have vowed to keep Lord Buchanan safe so he may return to his wife and child," said Quin. "Surely that must comfort her."

Bruce, also in attendance at the meal smiled grimly. "She is pregnant and has just learned her husband goes to battle again and not for the first time," he stated. "Comfort will be difficult for her to accept for a while."

"You mentioned you had contact using the ham radio, Lord Fury," said Buchanan, reluctant to speak of his wife in her absence. "What news of your Queen and her daughters? What of the super computer?"

"The Queen and her daughters are on a ship already, along with the super computer," said Fury. "It was disassembled by the modern scientists and they also accompany it here. As women of science, they would have been imprisoned or worse if Duke Walker seized control. It only made sense to send them into asylum as well."

"I fear for the safety of all modern women in the kingdom," said Quin. "My father's cousin has always voiced his distaste for our acceptance of them. To him they are servants of the dark one."

"Many are fleeing," said Fury. "Some have gone west over the mountains towards the western ocean, to California, as it was known in their worlds, was a place of acceptance for many who were different. But most follow the coast and are coming in this direction along that route. You may encounter them on your way down. I seek a token from you both to send a long distance messenger falcon who will seek out your scent if war is declared while you are still en route."

"King Steven is appropriating a large enough warehouse at the port to accommodate the super computer," interjected Bruce. "He already has several engineers working to build a cooling system using geothermal and solar power, which will also power the unit. I may have to go there to assist in the installation, as the pieces are heavy."

"It won't be at risk from the ocean there?" asked Buchanan.

"No, it will be in a warehouse set well back from the shore," replied the giant.

The four men talked well into the evening of many things related to the coming war and how it would affect many kingdoms, not just this one. It was late when they bade each other goodnight, although Quin had left just before 10 pm, still committed to following his curfew while living in the garrison. Buchanan undressed and learned from Tom that it took some time before Lady Buchanan slept. He slipped quietly under the covers behind her, mindful not to disturb her. During the night he felt her cool hands on his chest and roused himself to her touch. She placed herself within his arms, laying her head on top of her hands.

"Ileana, my love," he whispered to her, wondering if she was awake.

"I'm sorry," she whispered back. "I was so upset with all of it. It turned me, a member of the Queen's Guard, into a blubbering mess of hormones."

"No, don't apologize for voicing your fears," said Buchanan, raising himself on one elbow. "Everything you said to me was valid. It is a difficult time for many but mostly for you. You will have to take on so much in my absence but I have faith in you and your abilities. I could not trust anyone else to manage the estate in my absence."

"I will try," promised Ileana. "I will probably cry myself to sleep every night but I will do my duty as well."

Buchanan leaned over her and kissed her tenderly then brought her close into his arms again. This time sleep came quickly for them both. In the morning, when they awakened, Ileana dressed for breakfast and accompanied Buchanan out to the courtyard where Fury, who had eaten earlier, was preparing to ride to the palace and accompany the diplomatic couriers on the overland route back to the Western Plains kingdom. Quin had already given him a token for the messenger falcon. Buchanan gave him one as well and bade him a good trip. Fury looked seriously at Quin for a moment, trying to impress upon him the gravity of the situation one final time.

"Marry the Baroness as soon as your mother and sisters arrive, I beg of you," said the statesman. "Take the time you need to know your bride then come as quickly as you can. I will post men at radios in select places in the northern portion of the kingdom and send updates to them when I can. Their locations will be marked by your father's mark with my own beneath it. Check in with them to know how the battles fare for I expect the war to be underway by the time you arrive." He took one more moment. "When you go through the Oklahoma wilderness, take heed of your heritage and use it judiciously. It may serve you well there."

Fury added nothing more to that cryptic ending but offered his arm to Buchanan and received his in return. Then he bowed deeply to Quin receiving a hand on his shoulder from the young prince. He mounted his horse and rode off, accompanied by two of his men who had made the journey with him. Quin watched until he was out of sight then turned to Buchanan.

"I will eat with the soldiers who have committed to my cause," he said firmly. "From now on I owe them my attention. Commander Rhodes has suggested I be fitted for battle leathers as soon as possible so I will meet with the uniform master after breakfast. Forgive me for not joining you on your rounds as I believe my focus now should be on increasing my battle skills."

"I agree," said Buchanan. "I will breakfast with my Lady, then join you after. There is much I would share with you."

Quin strode back to the garrison holding himself with purpose as he walked. Ileana watched him and looked to Buchanan. "We have a saying in my world," she said. "They grow up so fast. Just two weeks ago he and the other two young recruits who are his best friends, were laughing and chasing each other with a horse dropping. Now he prepares to lead an army to war."

"He has grown," agreed Buchanan as he took Ileana's hand and they went into the castle. Down in the kitchen Livia was seated eating her breakfast, accompanied by Mary. Cook laid a place for both of them and served Buchanan a hearty breakfast but Ileana wished just for something to settle her stomach, a boiled egg and toasted bread with coffee filled generously with milk. When Buchanan finished eating he took his leave, kissing both Ileana and Livia before returning to the garrison to begin the battle training that the company would need.

Throughout the morning the sounds of heavy training echoed from the garrison yard. Ileana watched from the roof, not wanting to be a distraction to either Buchanan or Quin. Mid morning saw the arrival of the volunteers from Baroness Blackstone and Baroness Romanoff, wishing to begin their training with Buchanan as soon as possible. It became necessary to double and even triple the accommodations and word reached her ears that Quin had asked both Liam and Edward to bunk with him, as both had volunteered to accompany their friend to secure his kingdom. While she was pleased to hear that the friendship remained strong she was also troubled that two so young would willingly put themselves into danger against a much more experienced force. Buchanan came back to the castle for lunch, seeming pleased with how the training was going.

"Quin already has the respect of the men," he said. "His own battle skills are excellent but he takes instruction from the older soldiers seriously and it has engaged them to share their knowledge with the younger volunteers. Many have paired off and are hard at work learning the necessities of fighting in battle."

"How are they at accepting his higher status?" asked Ileana.

"He refuses to be addressed as a prince," replied Buchanan. "They may call him Torres or Quin if they are acquainted but he announced that until the war is fought and won he is not a prince, just another soldier who will ride at their head. Both Bren and Coulson have commented that he has natural leadership abilities. I thank the stars for providing two such capable veterans as themselves. Their steady temperaments will go a long way to moulding these young men into capable soldiers."

Livia chose that moment to shriek in joy as Sky reached up and took a morsel from her hand. He did it so gently that one would think he had been a pampered lap dog from the moment of his birth instead of a wild creature who chose to live amongst humans. Sky gazed in adoration at the child often and both Ileana and Buchanan wondered if she had inherited the inner wolf of her father.

"Did the seamstress come to find you for instructions on Quin's banner?" asked Ileana.

"She did and spoke with him during his fitting for his battle leathers," replied Buchanan. "According to records they found in his kingdom the area was known in ancient times as Texas, the Lone Star state. He has chosen the North Star at the top of his banner followed by the constellation it is part of just below. At the bottom is a coyote, a wild dog smaller than a wolf but just as smart and cunning. She was also there to take measurements for his wedding garb, promising it will be completed before the week ends."

As soon as lunch was finished Buchanan took his leave again, kissing Ileana and Livia, then returned to the garrison where the decision was made to begin training the recruits to use the Queen's pistol. The plan was to assemble near the palace when the word was given and outfit as many as possible with the firearm. Everyone would take the ammunition with them so they had a good supply. It was unknown what firearms Walker's force would have but Quin had advised Buchanan that the lawless ones always seemed to have them on their person when they engaged with them in past encounters. It was the lawless ones that concerned Buchanan the most as they were the wild cards. They were men used to living unconstrained and that made them more dangerous than any other adversary.

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Watch To Watch Tonight: 2022 Movie Year Recap

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And we sure won't forget these from another interesting 12 months that brought us a truly varied array of films, and although we might not have many “perfect” ones reaching perfect notes (well, nothing reached 9/10 or ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ for us this year,) it was satisfying, entertaining, and there was something for all the feels and emotions.

GREAT STORIES & GREAT FILMS

T’was a good time for wildly imaginative, to just wild and crazy stories from EEAAO to RRR to NOPE, APOLLO 10/2 or EO to even the quieter but less “bonkerz “ BANSHEES (what was it this year with fingers and donkey - definitely the “goat” of this year animal on film!) and the bold BABYLON or BARDO Then we also have our favorite with the “Eat the rich “ and “Let’s Revolt” varieties that NEVER.DISAPPOINT (We live for that sh!t!) with of course TRIANGLE OF SADNESS (that gave us great pleasure with the “I am the captain now” twist), the hit THE MENU, intense ATHENA, weirdos like FLUX GOURMET, MARCEL THE SHELL, WHITE NOISE… Anyway here are the movies that made our days/nights in 2022:

OuR Top Fave:

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE 8.5⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐✨ *Bonus Most Every Everywhere All At Once Scenes! (And fight scenes no doubts) TRIANGLE OF SADNESS 8.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐✨ *Bonus Most Memorable Scene!

APOLLO 10 1⁄2 8.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Most Nostalgia Inducing!

BABYLON 8.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Best Party and Movie-within-a-Movie Scenes! ATHENA 8 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Best Crowd, moving, and Longtake Scene! BROKER 8 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

BARDO 8.25 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Best Dreams & Dreamy Scenes! BANSHEES OF INISHERIN 8⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Most Hilarious Dialogue! WHITE NOISE 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus End Scene! NOPE 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

TAR 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

BOY FROM HEAVEN 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

ELVIS 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Music Scene! THE MENU 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

AFTER YANG 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Best Dance Scene! MEN 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Most WTF Haunting SceneS! ARMAGEDDON TIMES 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ EO 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus non-human actor! DECISION TO LEAVE 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

RRR 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Best Genre Switch, Crowd pleaser, & Suspension of disbelief!

We could provide a much much longer list of films from 2022 definitely worth a watch but because frankly no one has time for that with the amount of new films coming at us everywhere here is the next 20 to 100 IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER. Enjoy!

MEMORABLE ENSEMBLES There is very little doubt again that this prize should go to either EEAAO or TRIANGLE OF SADNESS. But here are 20 spectacular ensembles from 2022 movie year!

ARGENTINA 1985 ATHENA BABYLON BANSHEES OF INESHERIN BARDO BOY FROM HEAVEN BROKER EEAAO EO KLONDIKE MARS ONE PLAN 75 THE MENU THE SWIMMERS THE WHALE THE WONDER TRIANGLE OF SADNESS WAKANDA FOREVER WOMAN KING WOMEN TALKING

**Bonus: Kid actors ensemble blowing your mind 13TH LIVES AFTER YANG ALCARRAS ARMAGEDDON TIMES BLAZE CLOSE PLAYGROUND PUSSY / SOFT SCARBOROUGH THE SILENT TWIN TILL TORI AND LOKITA

MEMORABLE INDIVIDUAL PERFORMANCES Well, Yeoh was the GOAT, De Leon was MVP, but if there is one that shine brighter than most and got snubbed it was Mia Goth because; because after all she is a star (PLEASE she is a starrrr!)

Adèle Exarchopoulos ZERO FUCK GIVEN Ana de Armas BLONDE Angela Bassett WAKANDA FOREVER Aubrey Plaza EMILY AND THE CRIMINAL Austin Butler ELVIS Bill Nighy LIVING Cate Blanchett TAR Colin Farrell / Brendan Gleeson BANSHEES Danielle Deadwyler TILL Dolly De Leon TRIANGLE OF SADNESS Eddie Redmayne THE GOOD NURSE Hong Chau THE WHALE John Boyega / Michael K. Williams 892 Keke Palmer NOPE Mia Goth PEARL/X Michelle Yeoh / Ke Huy Quan EEAAO Ram Charan RRR Vicky Krieps CORSAGE Vincent Lindon ANOTHER WORLD *Soooo many more more should did fantastic works from all over the world but we wont name anymore name as this list would be way to long!

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STUNNING VISUAL Whether these movies captured the light perfectly, offered us EXTRAVAGANZA with amazing sets and wowing costumes/Hair/Makeup, had us at the edge of our seats due to the immersive action or poetic sequences, or left us emotional staring at gorgeously filmed vistas or simple shots of every day life….

There is no need to explain why EEAAO rules here! Also about snub: ATHENA was the biggest quagmire of this season, snubbed left and right even in France of all places... Sure the story is surfing on LES MISERABLE but it was quite different and the intensity and visual defo hit different too. The techniques (highly recommend watching the BTS) is mind blowing as in Nolan-level of wow every other long takes!

3000 YEARS OF LONGING AFTER YANG ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT ATHENA BABYLON *Yes the party scene but also all other incredible to comprehend scene so left us dreaming like THIS

BARDO *Another maestro directing the hell out of another one, giving us possibly the most immersive oddities of the last season and surreal lyrical contemplations - one of our favorite thing in the whole wide world!

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DECISION TO LEAVE DON’T WORRY DARLING EEAAO *They really gave us everything imaginable and we might never see a movie so imaginative visually... ELVIS EO GODLAND MEN *The beautiful imageries one will never forget! NEPTUNE FROST *We are also still here for that keyboard jacket NOPE RRR *The category is: Most Nonsensical Mindblowing Fights! THE NORTHMAN WAKANDA FOREVER *Will always win best costumes AND hair and Make up! WHITE NOISE *Props to the props and all those sets leading to that gran finale! WOMEN KING

**Here are other movies worthy for their look (but don’t be fooled, most of these have equally share, if not more, of substance… ) 13TH LIVES AMSTERDAM APOLLO 10 ½ BANSHEES OF INESHERIN BIG BUG BLAZE BLONDE ENTERGALACTIC INU-HO KADAISI VIVASAYI LEONOR WILL NEVER DIE MAD GOD MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON MATILDA THE MUSICAL NOTRE DAME BRULE PACIFICTION PEARL / X PINOCCHIO PREY SOMETHING IN THE DIRT TALE OF KING CRAB TED K THE BATMAN THE ETERNAL DAUGHTER THE HOUSE THE SILENT TWINS TOP GUN 2 TRIANGLE OF SADNESS TURNING RED UTAMA YOU WON'T BE ALONE

STIRRING SOUND It seems scores and OSTs were probably not as transcending as we would have liked in, but the Soundscape really outdid itself lately! Not sure if it is the advantage of watching almost everything at home with better sound in headsets that really let you drown in the sound. (and the non-annoyance of Cinema popcorn noise and often not optimal sound...) But no complaint on top of composers and supervisors giving us the right tunes at the right time conveying the right vibes, praises are seriously due to all that enhances things for our auditory pleasure from mixers to foley to engineer to musicians...

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ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT (*How fitting that the first movie alphabetically is the one with thhose dread-inducing 3 notes! Most Memorable Notes of Movie Year 2022) APOLLO 10 1⁄2 ATHENA BABYLON BANSHEES OF INESHERIN BARDO BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER BLONDE ELVIS EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE INU-HO LIVING MEN PACIFICTION RRR TAR TED K THE STRANGER THE STRANGER WHITE NOISE

Bonus: Great Music Doc YOU'RE WATCHING VIDEO MUSIC BOX MOONAGE DAYDREAM

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