#Agatha would do numbers on the internet

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Agatha Harkness Reads Your Thirst Tweets

“I want Agatha Harkness to step on me. Not a problem, as long as you don’t want to get up afterwards.”

“I want Agatha to sit on my face. Heh. In your dreams. …I mean, unless you’re gorgeous or very rich. Then we can discuss.”

“I just want her to be mean to me. Fine, you’ll never amount to anything and no one will ever love you. Next.”

“I—oh. That’s incredibly disturbing and perverse. …Whoever this is, call me.”

“I want to kiss her, I want to touch her, I want her to hold me again. I miss her every day. My heart beats only for her. The day she dies will be the best day of my life. …Hey, which one of you production staff assholes put this one in?? Forget this, I quit. Who the hell is in charge of this place? And Rio? I would do everything these basement-dwelling internet perverts wanted before I would spend a single second with you. …Wants me to kiss and hold her. Who does she think she is??”

“….Hey, you. Yeah, you, scared guy who works here. Which account sent that message?”

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[agatharkn3ss]

Agatha's info/rumours

I thought I'd pull together all the info we've been shown in ep.6 and add my interpretation to it. I still can't believe that Billy read these short bits and claimed he knew an "egregious" amount about Agatha.

As usual, biased towards Agathario, because I think they are heavily implying Agatha's connection to Death (I mean yes, the writers could just be trying to explain why the internet would be so invested in her identity, but still)

First of all - "333 partial results for Agatha Harkness Ancient Witch". I love yet another allusion to how Agatha is linked with number 3, making her the actual harbinger of doom (I explain this here).

It's interesting that the related questions are all about the immortality of the witches:

Are witches immortal?

Do real witches ever die?

How do you kill a witch?

How old is the oldest witch?

If we didn't have other super-old witches in the show, it would make me wonder if Agatha didn't make some sort of pact with Death (Rio), where she provides "bodies" to her in exchange for her long life. But as it is, we have Lilia as 450+ years old and Jen is also older than a century, but you don't see them trying to kill people (I think).

The very first search result is quite fun:

"The Macabre Wiki – a comprehensive encyclopaedia of all things that only come out after dark. Created by two blood witched from Salem"

No matter what, I will forever believe this is Agatha and Rio's page. (for reasons explained here)

The rest of the search results are not as exciting:

Witchy Resource – Ancient witches and ancient warlocks are not well documented traditionally and usually for good reason…

Witches and Aging – Apparently, witches are able to chose how they age and present themselves to humans. Some withes choose to stop again at a certain point staying roughly 30 years old visually for literally hundreds of years.

Dreadit – Salem Witch Trials – Recently I’ve been researching a ton on the SWT and not many people know this but there are reports of witches that actually survived burning and drowning

The Art of the Ancients – Learn about the secret art of witchcraft and the witches that have [...]

So this suggests Agatha specifically chose her look and age. Neat. Quite empowering really.

Also, another suggestion that some witches can be immortal and survive burning and drowning. I wonder if we will see this in the show - Agatha and Rio having absolute blast at mocking people who were trying to torture/kill Agatha, only to realise she wasn't feeling any pain, she would just raise and shout "Surprise witches!".

Then we go onto the Salem Witch Trials page. This pretty much confirms what we already know about them. I immediately clocked how all the handles only have green or purple colours... Coincidence? I've not tried to decipher the names, but if anyone has any suggestions, let me know!

witchygirlblack: Did any witches survive the Salem witch trials? Are they still alive? Where are they? Witches can live for hundreds of years, so the ones that survived the trials might still be out there [] witchkraft dreadit, you must know of some?

4thlevelwarlock: The Salemites, Evanora Harkness’s coven, were prominent in the area. I’ve heard rumours [...]the young children from the coven escaped

SamSamwitch: @4thlevelwarlock look familiar? [Agatha image link]

BoftheEast: be careful posting about her just saying

Then Billy takes the photo through reverse image search. I know these are tiny, inconsequential details but I still love them:

"Looky" sounds like a little nod to Lilia's "kooky"

The letters “o” have moons inside of them.

Each letter has different colour that seems to align with the witches – light blue (Jan - water trial?), purple (Agatha - spirit), yellow (Lilia - air), dark blue (Billy?), orange (Alice – fire)

This search then leads to a number of events that Agatha has been spotted at. Rather than pull out the quotes, I'm going to put the events in a chronological order and add relevant background info:

Salem Witch Trials (1692-1693) - this was a series of hearings and prosecutions of people accused of witchcraft in colonial Massachusetts. More than 200 people were accused. It was the deadliest witch hunt in the history of colonial North America. This is the time where Agatha's mother and her coven try to "punish" her for using "the darkest of magic". Her fingers weren't black, so she's unlikely to have had Darkhold back then. (btw the script for this suggests Agatha was 18 at the time, so she was born ~1675, making her ~351 years old in 2026)

The Eastern Seaboard - Although we don't know the exact dates, there are "unconfirmed reports of Agatha traveling the Eastern Seaboard". This could relate to various areas but this is likely just referring to the US East Coast. The Thirteen Colonies, which formed the United States in 1776 were located on this coast, playing an important role in the development of the United States.

The sinking of the Titanic (1912) - the British ocean liner sank as a result of striking an iceberg on her maiden voyage from Southampton, England, to New York City, US. Of the estimated 2,224 passengers and crew aboard, approximately 1,500 died. Agatha is listed as one of the survivors

The Hindenburg disaster (1937) - a German commercial passenger airship caught fire and was destroyed during its attempt to dock at Lakehurst, New Jersey, on its journey from Frankfurt, Germany. The accident caused 35 fatalities among the 97 people on board, and an additional fatality on the ground. The publicity shattered public confidence in the giant, passenger-carrying rigid airship and marked the abrupt end of the airship era. Again, Agatha is spotted as a woman who "survived the explosion then disappeared"

"Jolene" (1972-1973) - The headline states "Does this 1972 Surveillance photo of Dolly Parton show the real Jolene?" and Jac Schaeffer confirmed that yes, Agatha = Jolene. So I had some fun with this, because why not?! I wondered what Agatha's play would've been here. Is she truly after Dolly's "man" - if so, in what way? Or is she after Dolly herself? Note that although the article says 1972, later on we also see statement that Agatha was last seen in Nashville Tennessee, 1973. Now - that year in Nashville, Dolly not only recorded "Jolene" in May, but a month later she also recorded "I will always love you" - a song that is widely understood to be a goodbye song to her business partner because she decided to pursue solo career. In my head this is all a result of Agatha's influence, who showed Dolly her real power.

On that note, I don't think we would be far off assuming that as Agatha kept Dolly (or her man) her company, she would've actually come across Lorna Wu herself? We know it was similar time, because "The Ballad of the Witches Road" record was made in 1978. Alice mentions how she got her tattoo in Colorado as her mum was playing at the Red Rocks amphitheatre. Dolly Parton also performed at the Red Rocks in 1972 (the same year as the camera footage), so Agatha could've been there...

Finally, we get to the "brujapedia" - the encyclopaedia of witches. It's fun to speculate who could be running this page - the whole theme is black and white, with red highlights. There is also an image of a raven - as I discussed it before, it is a symbol of bridging the world of life and death. So it would be fun if it was Death herself maintaining it, as she would be the only one who would truly know who the real witches were. Also it would be a cool census of who is still remaining for her to "collect" their dues.

Another good spot from @chaotic-homoromantic is that "bruja" is a Spanish word for "witch", giving us another hint to Rio.

I couldn't really find any info on any other names other than the top one. Abigail Adams was a founder of the US, wife of John Adams, the second US president and mother of John Quincy Adams, the 6th US president. I'd like to think witches had some input back then.

Also interesting is how Agatha's surname is misspelled - it has two Ks. I wonder why that is - no way it's a mistake, seeing how much detail they've put into this. Maybe it's a subtle suggestion that this information came straight from Agatha herself or as a joke from someone who knows her, since she's known for using wrong words. (or it could just be a suggestion that all of the other names on this list are also misspelled, explaining why we can't find any info on them)

Then we get to some info about her - most of which I already collated into the timeline above. There is also a vague mention of Nicky: "Agatha Harkness. Son. Name unkown, rumours [...]"

But there are also some other bits - hilariously referred to as "FUN" facts:

Fun Facts:

Murdered her entire coven

Possesses succubus powers

Nick name is “witch killer!”

Only known survivor of The Witches Road

Folklore references: It is said certain children’s book make reference to Agatha [...]

Funny how the nickname absolutely includes the exclamation mark. I feel like maybe Jen was the one who submitted this info.

As for the children's book - I feel like it wouldn't be just a single story but more like the Grimm's Fairy Tales. Following Lilia's comment, Agatha probably was the template they used for "evil witches" - poisoning apples and stealing kids and eating children. It's not something she would deny anyway.

Now, the Succubus comment is interesting. In lore they are generally depicted as a sexual being - "a female demon or supernatural entity in folklores who appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity."

But I think in Agatha's case, things are different. Yes, she has the charisma and can probably seduce people quite easily (I mean, she probably seduced Death, didn't she?). But I don't think that's like a magical power. In fact, if it was, it think it would be really unfair to Agatha, erasing the fact that her character had to build and evolve around her experiences and the fact that she had to survive - "in a way that few do". So I think this "fun fact" could be partially coming from someone's snarky comment (Dolly Parton's?), who just wanted to take away Agatha's agency. Or fell for Agatha and then blamed it on her "powers" rather than admitting their own gullibility. Just like women over the centuries were accused of witchcraft and casting curses if things simply didn't go the way someone wanted.

Plus the way she goes about getting her magic from people is absolutely not seductive. She simply finds a way to annoy the heck out of the target!

But of course, that's not all there is to it, because on the other hand Agatha has her syphoning ability - now that could also be described as the "succubus powers" referred to above. In DnD succubus attacks using a "Deadly kiss", basically draining the essence of life and I feel like this is quite a good description:

"The kiss of a succubus is an echo of the emptiness that is the fiend’s longing for a corrupted soul. Likewise, the recipient of the fiend’s kiss gains no satisfaction from it, experiencing only pain and the profound emptiness that the fiend imparts. The kiss is nothing short of an attack, usually delivered as a final farewell before the fiend escapes."

In that magic/soul sucking way, she would have more parallels to Death, explaining their connection. More so, if Agatha can't control her powers - because Death does not really have much control either, she just has to do her job when the time comes.

[savagenewcanaan]

Savage New Canaan The Fatality Of The Muscle Mass Auto

Exactly how could muscular tissue vehicles, one of the most effective inexpensive autos the globe had seen, shed their oomph so quickly? What caused them to go away? I'm not a private detective, not from another location like one, however this was one case I had to solve.

It took place back in the 70's, but the proof was still there. It held true of the going away horsepower as well as this is what occurred.

In the age of the muscular tissue cars and truck power was whatever. It didn't matter what it was, cars, household vehicle, pick-up; it had the greatest V-8 feasible packed under the hood. Cubic inches were king and also advertised power was expensive. These vehicles could kick sand in the windshields of anything else on the road.

Yet after that horsepower appeared to vanish overnight!

Take my preferred muscular tissue car, the Ford Mustang. The aggressive designs had V-8s, though meeker models came with an inline six. The greatest 6 had 200 cubic inches and 155 hp in 1969/70.

Michael Savage 1800Accountant

What did the V-8s punch out? One of the most powerful 351 provided 300 hp in 1970 and also the 427 gave a massive 390 hp in 1968. Yet by 1973 the most effective Mustang had a 351 V-8 with just 156 hp. Nearly half what it had in 1970, and just one horsepower greater than the 200 cu in 6 of 1970! When it comes to the Mustang II of 1974, we won't also go there.

The tale was similar with the other suppliers. What was taking place? It simply didn't build up. Could I trust the figures?

My investigator advisor, Agatha Christie, educated me that when you're resolving an instance you can't rely on anyone. Murderers do lie. In this case it wasn't murder though it was the death of the muscle mass auto, and it wasn't a lot of an outright lie as not telling the entire reality. As well as outside pressures went to play.

I had to dig deeper. I needed to locate the truths. Why would horse power practically cut in half?

It ended up there were a couple of reasons. Salesmanship was one. Horsepower was everything so why not determine it in a sales person pleasant way? Gross SAE horse power was utilized. Power was gauged at the flywheel without any power-hungry devices attached. Just the bare basics were utilized.

In 1972 SAE Web dimensions were phased in. Power was still determined at the flywheel however all the accessories were set up including the complete exhaust system, discharge controls, all pumps and the alternator. SAE Internet can't be compared specifically to SAE Gross since there are just a lot of variations in determining, but it is down about 80%. So power ratings dropped. In 1973 horse power rankings decreased again as power sapping discharge controls were tightened up.

Gross SAE horse power had pressed the listed power up. So did the marketed horse power some car business used. What's wrong with a little rounding up of the numbers for the pamphlet? Surely that would certainly help sales also.

All this horsepower galloping around got seen and also not simply by young individuals.

Security legislators saw, therefore did insurance companies that began billing a lot more for insurance coverage. Words on the road is that in 1967 a young man under 25 with a clean driving record would have paid $700 a year for GTO coverage. Ouch! Some vehicle firms lowered their advertised horsepower rankings.

Muscular tissues peaked in 1970, as well as by 1971 they were starting to get flabbier. Engines were being detuned and within another year bigger engines were being gone down.

Michael Savage 1800Accountant

In 1973 several muscular tissue vehicles were a shadow of their previous selves. And also they were rounded off by the oil situation of late '73. Lengthy lines at gas stations and skyrocketing costs were a genuine shock, and so was a 55 mph national rate restriction. Car were reckless, pricey as well as unwanted, it didn't matter how much fun they were.

So there you have it. I currently recognized what had happened to all that brute power. Some overestimation had actually pushed detailed horse power up. A fairer, more precise determining system brought it down. Emission controls brought it down much more, and also soaring insurance policy prices made ground-thumping power also expensive to have. The oil situation finished the muscle mass vehicle off. This situation was fixed.

[midnightwitch92]

Chapter 14 | Party crasher | Kate Kavanagh

Thank god for Friday nights. I and Ana finally finished our final exams. It was a nightmare to get through. We had spent endless hours buried in notes and doing my research on the internet to prepare for the day. During the exam, I got so nervous that my mind went blank. I had to keep repeating my notes in my head to remember every tiny little detail. I honestly wasn't sure if I'd made a bunch of mistakes or not. By the time we finished my fingers throbbed from all the typing and handwritten work, we had gone through. Now, all we could do was wait for the results.

After we returned to the apartment I didn't want to stay at home going nuts over whether or not I failed my exams, so I phoned Jose and talked Ana into coming with me to check out some nightclubs. That night I put on a slim purple dress. Ana had on a teal coloured t-shirt and grey skirt. As we helped do each other's make-up there was a loud knock on the door. When I opened the door, behind it was a delivery man in a grey uniform that I didn't recognise, holding a small package.

"Good evening. Is this the home of a Miss Anastasia Steele?" He smiled.

"Oh yes, one moment. Ana Its for you." I called out to her. The man was tall with a slightly sunburnt tan and stubble. After a moment she came out of the bathroom, now sporting some grey stockings.

"This is for you." He said, handing her the small brown package.

"Me? I think there's been a mistake I haven't ordered anything. Not recently anyway." She looked down at the package as if trying to remember if she did order it and perhaps forgot. The man pulled a small black binder from under his arm and flipped to the last page.

"Someone must have ordered it for you. It's definitely the right name and address. Don't worry, it's all paid for. If you could just sign for it here, please." Ana Signed the dotted line and he put the binder under his arm. "Have a nice evening, ladies." And with that, he just walked away. I shut the door and she ripped open the wrapping paper.

"Oh my god." She smiled.

"What? What is it?" I asked. She pulled back the paper to reveal three books. They were Agatha Christie novels. As she opened the first one, it had a note tucked between the pages, and beneath it was the authors signature on the cover page.

Dear Anastasia Steele

Thank you ever so much for yesterday. I would like to do it again.

Yours sincerely, Christian Grey.

"Wait, Christian Grey? As in the guy we interviewed? He sent you these?" I looked down at the note remembering the interview in Seattle. "What does he mean about thanking you for yesterday? Are the two of you dating?" I'll admit I didn't particularly like Grey. He came across like a pompous ass. That Morganstern guy didn't seem to like him either, but Ana seemed pretty keen on him so who was I to judge. Maybe the interview was just him on a bad day.

"Not exactly." She smiled. "He just walked into the hardware store looking for rope, cable ties and duck tape. I almost didn't recognize him without the fancy suit."

"Seriously? In a huge city of so many millions, the rich, handsome billionaire just happened to bump into you. It's like a Rom-com." I smiled back at her. I didn't want to say how weird her story sounded. Why on earth would a billionaire personally come 90 miles from Seattle to a small Corner shop in Vancouver, just to buy a handful of supplies? Of course, I was probably just being silly.

"I know right, he had just finished a long drive all the way from Seattle by himself and asked me to help him find everything, and when we were done he asked me out for coffee. It was so weird." Weird? that made me wonder.

"What was so weird about it?"

"We'll, He kinda went back and forth on the whole thing. One minute he seemed to want to know everything about me, then he said I should stay away, then he gave me his number." She said looking really baffled. "I just figured he wasn't so great with the whole dating thing and was trying to play hard to get. Maybe?"

"Maybe?" I nodded awkwardly. That just sounded so odd. "What brought him all the way over here? He must be on a business trip or something, right?" I had to ask.

"He didn't say. Maybe he's on the run from that Morganstern guy." She said.

"Are you going to see him again? Are we gonna be hearing wedding bells soon?" I joked. Ana didn't really give that much of an answer.

"Oh, I don't know. I have so much on my mind, like college and work, but I'll think about it." She said, taking the books to her room and I didn't think anything of it after that. We finished getting ready and I checked that everything was off. The living room window was wide open and as I leaned over to close it, I saw two men in suits, one of which was looking up at me from down across the street. They lingered for a moment before getting into their car and driving off. I wondered what the hell that was about for a moment until Ana told me to hurry up.

We didn't live far from the city centre so we decided to put on our flat shoes and walk. As we made our way down the street a crowd of people blocked our way at the local shop. We couldn't see what they were fussing about until someone said "There's been another murder. A man and a woman have been declared missing." The Washington vampires had been all over the news for while now. People were really starting to panic. First Seattle, now Forks, How long would it be until they hit Vancouver?

"Who was attacked?" Ana uttered, looking worried. She had family in Forks. Her aunt Renee's ex and her cousin Bella.

"Don't worry. I'm sure your family are fine." At least I hoped so. As people began to clear out of the shop, someone dropped a newspaper. The front page was a memorial to the victims. Jerry Myers, Lacey Corwin, Rhett Masters,  Claude and Genie Griffin.

"Jesus," Ana uttered. I was so uncomfortable looking at that article. I looked up the news on my phone.

"It says here that a man, Sam Uley and a woman, Emily Young were both reported missing when neither showed up at Uley's engagement party earlier today." So many dead in such a short period of time. We continued to read the article for a moment while making our way into the Silver serpent pub. As we made our way inside and put on our heels, Jose arrived.

"Hey, there's my sexy girls. How have you been? Did your exams go well?" We both smiled as he sauntered up to the bar and hugged us.

"Yeah, It's finally over and done with," I said. "What are you having? The first round's on me." I reached into my bag and called the barmaid over.

"A pint of lager for me Kate. How about you Ana?" He gave her a seductive little smile.

"Rum and coke for me, Kate." She said, Smiling back at him.

"Ok, a pint of lager for him, a rum and coke for her, and I will have a bloody Mary."

They went to get a seat while I ordered the drinks. It was so cute seeing them like that together. Hopefully, this relationship might go somewhere. Jose was a good friend and Ana was still a virgin, hellbent on waiting for the right guy. I wish I could have had her sense of mind when I lost my virginity. My first time was awful. I met him at a bar where we were having a birthday party for a friend. When he looked at me with that drunken sweet-faced smile, I just lit up. He told me I was beautiful, that he truly believed I was the love of his life, and I was euphoric. I knew at that moment that I'd never want anyone else. I knew it.

A week later we met again. I instantly agreed to go with him to a party at his house. There were not a lot of girls there but his male friends were all really nice. About 3 or 4 boys kept bringing me drinks and asking me to dance. I had to say no because there were too many boys asking me at the same time. Eventually, I got really drunk. As I danced with him I felt dizzy and light-headed. Soon the room was spinning and I had to sit down as everything disappeared into the darkness. The next day I woke up on some old car tyres in a garden shed with him passed out next to me. I'd never felt more frightened and embarrassed in my life. When he finally woke up he was a completely different person. It turned out he only did all those things to see if I was stupid enough to sleep with him. As far as he was concerned I was just another easy notch on his bedpost. He made me feel like such a fool.

"Here you go. Are you alright miss?" The barmaid called out, pulling me out of my miserable thoughts.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." I quickly paid for the drinks and brought them to the table. Jose and  Ana were looking at the newspaper on the table.

"God, these guy's are total fucking psychopath's." Jose just looked stunned.

"Are you talking about the Vampires?" I asked as Jose moved over to let me sit down.

"look." he pointed to the picture. "It says here that these fuckers cannibalised them and drained their blood."

"Oh, God that's disgusting," Ana said, looking she could just throw up.

"The police are putting out a search for three health enthusiasts who are looking for victims in peek condition. There has recently been a local uproar since people are now frightened to visit their local gyms and other athletic establishments such as the national park. This has also caused such local businesses to lose customers and profit." Jose read it aloud.

"I feel so bad for these people." I shuddered.

"I know," Ana replied. "It says here Mrs Genie Griffin was killed instantly, while her husband, Claude was rushed to hospital where died soon after. Unfortunately his injuries made it impossible for him to communicate to the doctors or police." God, they almost had something. Maybe if that poor man had survived this whole thing would be over by now.

We soon put the newspaper away and carried on with our drinks. The bar had a new addition to the menu called the seven deadly sins challenge. Buy a pitcher of all seven cocktails and win one of many Gothic t-shirts or one of the stuffed animals hanging from the nooses at the bar. We started with a pitcher of Wrath. I don't remember what was in it, but it tasted gross, like something you'd clean the windows with. "I'll buy the next one. How about Envy?" Jose said standing up.

"Yeah. Let's see if we can win something." I agreed. As we watched him head to the bar I locked eyes with a real sexpot at the next table. He smiled back in our direction and I blushed. He had sandy, long flowing hair and neatly trimmed facial hair. He wore a tight fitted t-shirt, revealing a muscular torso beneath and slim, black jeans.

"I take it you'll be going for Lust. Am I right?" Ana joked.

"Oh come on, I don't even know him. Mind you, that's a body worth going to hell for." I joked back. "Besides he might be smiling at you." I giggled. Still smiling he got up and walked towards our table. I and Ana exchanged glances, wondering which who he was looking at. "Do we know you?" I asked him.

"No, but I'd like to get to know you. Miss?" He smiled.

"Kate. And this is Ana."

"Hello." Ana extended her hand to shake his.

"Nice to meet you, Ana and Kate. I'm Elliot." He shook Ana's hand. When Jose returned with our drinks, we invited Elliot to sit down with us and join in. As the night went on we got through six pitchers. Greed was the last to go as we decided what prizes we wanted. I had my eye on a really nice wolf t-shirt. Ana liked the red teddy bear hanging at the front of the bar.

"I'll be back in a minute. I need to go to the bathroom." Ana said, smiling as she lightly staggered to her feet.

"How about a dance?" Elliot asked.

"Alright. You coming too Jose" I said, getting to my feet.

"Nah, it's cool. I'm just gonna finish my drink." He smirked and raised the glass to his lips. As we made our way to the dance floor I saw Jose turn to look in Ana's direction. She was in line for the ladies and on the phone to someone. I laughed at her goofy movements as if she was doing charades to the person on the other end, not realising that they couldn't see her.

Elliot and I swayed to the music for some time. I was so buzzed I though my legs would give way beneath me. Luckily Elliot had his arms around my waist to keep me up. Suddenly my phone buzzed. It was Ana texting me to say I'm not feeling well so I'm going home. I called Christian while in line for the toilet and he just showed up outside the bar and insisted on taking me home. See you later. Oh and he said to tell Elliott not to over do it at the bar.

"What?" I said out loud.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Ana just sent me a message saying she's left with Christian Grey and that he asked me to tell you not to over do it at the bar. How do you and him know each other?" His response made me so uncomfortable.

"He's my brother."

[ayankun]

WandaVision episode 6

FIRST OFF

Whenever I go back to pause things for clues, and find exactly what I’m looking for, I don’t feel justified, I feel that much more insane:

It’s really hard to make out, but I had an alright look at it on my folks’ QLED, and it’s definitely a flying saucer doing an alien abduction on what looks to be a person inside an old CRT TV (with some kind of robot head/boombox on top???)  There are secret aliens in this show, you guys, the facts don’t lie.

HmmmMMMM I wonder if Agnes is as innocent as she looks:

Also, I didn’t see that she was wearing the brooch in this ep, and I was majorly disappointed in that.

Two things here:

No, that’s not a twins joke.

Another Moonmen Confirmed

I know green is his color or whatever, but that hat is literally 10 years ahead of its time

Also, I took the playing-DDR-at-home scenario at face value, and only on the first rewatch did I realize it was a very pointed turn-of-the-century reference.  I am an Old.

There’s a good, subtle Rule of Threes in this ep.  The Setup:

The Sokovian Halloween flashback works on so many levels.  It’s so funny:

The fact that they went trick-or-treating at all

The “speaking Sokovian”

The treat being a fish

They have to share the fish

The concept that this event gave them an infectious disease

“You probably suppressed a lot of the trauma” -- it’s a good sitcom joke but.  the trauma is the joke.  The joke IS THE TRAUMA!!!

Elizabeth Olson is a dream with all her wonderful faces she has this ep.

Vision’s unsettling passive-aggression-sitcom-cooperation whiplash is WOW, consider me unsettled!!!!!!  “Be. Good.”  UGH.

(Just noticed one here, but there are a number of continuity errors in this episode, enough to be distracting later on, and is this a deliberate choice?  Please let it be deliberate.  I didn’t watch a whole lot of Malcolm in the Middle, is it known for its continuity errors?

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“It’s their first Halloween.” LOLOLOL they are TEN YEARS OLD and this is their FIRST halloween I LOVE IT

DOUBLE RED HERRING CONFIRRRRRRRRMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Agent Jimmy Woo accidentally identifying himself as the sassy best friend added 20 years to my life.

Found.  FOUND.  Not “created,” “manifested,” “willed into being using my insane witch powers.”  Third Party Confirmed.

I like that it’s the 90s and we can swear on TV now.  “Hell” “kick-ass” “damn it” “fu---dge”

I think the most biting part of Vision finding the whacked out folks is that the soundtrack just kind of ... ignores that anything’s wrong.  Yeah, it’s kinda-spooky Halloween music, but it’s still 100% in-world kinda-spooky-sitcom-Halloween-episode music. 

OKAY LET’S TALK ABOUT THE AD:

As a 90s child, let me tell you, this is a blisteringly accurate representation of children’s marketing from the period.  The shark is wearing sunglasses AND he has a surfboard!!!  And he’s selling you yogurt of all things!!!!!  This is the supreme distillation of what being a child in the 90s was like.

How disappointed I am that they went with crab instead of lobster.

Heard it through the grapevine that this is a representative of Wanda’s imprisonment on the Raft.  That happened in Civil War, right?  So the next ad is The Snap?  We’re running out of iconic decades, too. so, hold on, new thought.

90s: Civil War

00s: Infinity War

10s?????: Endgame???? or?????????

??: Whatever happened between Endgame and WandaVision, given that the ads are stepping forward through Wanda’s IRL life events!!

I don’t want to know how many episodes are planned/announced, but I don’t know what to expect from the format after they run out of decades from which to draw.  Maybe there are only one or possibly two “sitcom” episodes left.  Maybe after that it just breaks down and they can pick and choose from the worlds/styles we’ve already established.  That’d be p neat.  A very unique kind of chaos.

god she’s so cute

Okay, somebody explain to me Pietro.  I honestly walked away from last week thinking he was just some townsperson chump, but then I was reminded that this is the Quicksilver actor from all those X-Mans movies I never watched, soooo people are saying Multiverse Confirmed?  But, if this is X-Mans’ Pietro, then why did he die the same as MCU Pietro?  Or is he literally MCU!Pietro’s corpse, given that he looked all dead same as when she saw Vision’s corpse?  If MCU!Pietro, then why different face???

????????????????

Also I found him highly suspicious, what with all the questions he was asking.  But the only sort of person who would truly want to know the answers to those questions would be someone who already had them ... so I think he was just asking on behalf of the audience, and the delivery was all wonked out.

Rule of Threes - The Reference:

Ok, real talk, whenever computers/networks/data/encryption/servers/mainframes et al come up in mainstream media, I just look away.  I don’t need the kind of psychic damage that comes with such egregious mishandling of the topic.

That being said, does Hayward having eyes through the barrier mean that he could possibly be involved in getting it set up?  Because look.  If Hayward-after-Hayward’s-Villianous-Ends is one antagonizing force, then is there really room for the Third Party (Confirmed) antagonizing force that’s lurking in the negative space silhouette of the Inciting Incident?  With Wanda as the Red Herring antagonizing force, that’s just.  There’s just too many villains, alright?  We gotta start merging these plotlines.

(then again, when I just said “eyes” I realize probably understanding the true nature of his new secret “CATARACT” project will clear a lot of things up.  I’ll wait for enlightenment)

Agnes’ license plate in this episode is 0A1-B2C, which I think is a reference to the way reality is getting pared down to bare bones at the edge of town.  Note that this is not the same license plate number as seen last ep.

ALSO, I drove home behind a NJ plate just an hour ago, and was staring at it for a long time, trying to fit it into the puzzle before A) realizing that this was Real Life and not part of the show and B) WTF is a NJ plate doing in front of me in California.  In any case, I can confirm that NJ plates do not appear to have this number-letter repeating format.

So let’s talk Agnes.

Demonstrated knowledge of the situation in ways others haven’t (”There’s the star of the show” “kids, you can’t control ‘em”)

Shows up when needed most (explained as being Wanda’s doing, but is it)

When Wanda was having her babies, though, who was trustworthy enough to be summoned?  Was it Agnes?

Wanted to babysit REAL BAD

Was in the opening credits framed possessively with the twins

Doesn’t appear to have an IRL identity according to Jimmy’s crime board

Keeps talking about her husband but we’ve never seen him.  Highly unlikely that he’s real

Was the one to find Sparky “dead” - internet thinks she was lying to Wanda about how or possibly if he was dead (I’m trying not to read the theories, so idk exactly what the angle is there)

In an episode where everyone is wearing their original comic outfits, Agnes is dressed as (and laughs like!) a witch

She name-drops Wanda as the one controlling everyone; Norm (or the guy playing Norm) only said “she” and “her” -- meaning Agnes?

Naughty

So we’re 99% sure Agnes is Agatha Harkness, right?  I never read no comics, so I’m taking the internet’s word for it, but from what I can tell, I think we must be right.  If that’s the case, then I’m thinking it’s not impossible for her to be pulling some strings around here (giving Wanda a justification for her “that wasn’t me” doorbell ring, for example, and pulling a double red herring on the fact that she shows up whenever the narrative Wanda her nefarious scheme calls for it).

To devil’s advocate myself, though, we also have Monica’s word that it was Wanda in her mind, lessening the impact of Agnes falsely confirming what Norm only implied.  Also she’d have to be acting for Vision’s sake (and ours) and, if so, then what did Vision’s brain-touch really do, and how did she know he’d find her there, and what did she intend as the result of that interaction etc etc.

If Wanda’s (or Wanda + Third Party Confirmed (Agnes??)’s) powers aren’t enough to sustain the simulation of life on the edges of town, how much worse is it going to be now that there is even more area to try to control???

I don’t know if this is strictly an intended read, but the idea of Halloween as a fun, scares-for-entertainment’s sake type holiday, the rounding off the edges of concepts like “skeletons and ghosts are what people are after they die, let’s decorate the town with them and have a good time” kind of is a haunting parallel to the nature of Wanda (et al) covering up the horrible truth of the situation with this happy-go-lucky sitcom glamour.

How much does one hate seeing Vision giving his life for the greater good (the greater good) for the second time?  In other news, I think I’m seeing some specifically Mind Stone type energy-colors coming off of him, and very little Wanda type energy-colors.  Third Party Confirmed.

Also, I was thinking from last week that perhaps Hayward’s Villainous Ends included capturing the reanimated Vision to be one of those Sentient Weapons his organization is all about, but I Do Not Think his reaction to seeing that sought-after prize disintegrate in front of his eyes really matches up with that theory.  Again, will be patiently waiting for Jimmy to check his email to see what CATARACT is all about!

Rule of Threes - The Payoff:

Also, anyone ID the movie playing in the background?

Ok, final thought.  I watched this about four times today, and on the big-ass TV at my parents’ house finally paused and got up close to see what that white shape is in the reflection.  Thought it might be a skull, but, it’s worse.

These caps do not contain enough data to verify my claim, but I PROMISE YOU it’s a TV

A square old thing with a round screen and antenna on top. 

I SWEAR to you, when I looked into the TV, into Wanda’s eyes, only to see the reflection of a TV, of her looking at me looking at her I had a visceral fear reaction.  Like.  LEGIT nauseous skin crawl.

(All the other episodes have ended with our POV as the fourth wall, from the general (or exact!!!) position their household TV is known to be.)

This is my favorite show Of All Time.

[lightningx]

you know what time it is~ wandavision theory time :D

btw this is just a continuation of my last theory post but that one was getting a tad long

☆ first of all, EPISODE 7 IS LITERALLY CALLED BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL. it is a combination of modern family and the office in the way it has the characters speaking directly to the audience. we also see agatha interviewing wanda at one point where wanda says “you’re not supposed to talk”.

☆ can we just take a moment to appreciate the number at the top of the license plate in episode 7. 122822. stan’s birthday. :)

☆ it was revealed that agnes is actually agatha harkness. while i was expecting this, i didn’t expect her to be so evil as that is not how she is portrayed in the comics. however, i think we can all agree that her “it’s been agatha all along” theme song is the catchiest thing ever~

☆ this is completely random, but i just realized that one of “geraldine’s” outfits bears an extremely close resemblance to the fantastic four uniform. yk the one with the scoop neck, the long denim vest, the blue and white colors. darcy also detects cosmic microwave background radiation in one of the first episodes. the fantastic four gain their powers after being exposed to cosmic radiation (maybe the same thing?). idk if this is a stretch but i feel like they’re dropping ff hints?

☆ another small thing, but the cereal that wanda keeps eating is called sugar snaps. this is a subtle reference to thanos and the snap.

☆ the mysterious disappearance of tommy and billy is definitely interesting. agatha may have turned them into a bug and rabbit as the camera so obviously pans to these two creatures. on another hand, though this is a little dark, she may have eaten or murdered the two boys. we do see faint blood splatters in agatha’s basement and she did mention that she has bitten children before.

☆ i have a ton of theories on what the book in agatha’s basement could be:

i think that marvel may be teasing the appearance of dr strange or the arrival of something darker. in agatha’s basement, we see a book. there is much speculation that this is the darkhold, a book created by the elder god chthon (whose powers connect to wanda’s origin in the comics). the darkhold is essentially a spell book that holds the key to all magic in the marvel universe and appears in marvel’s agents of shield and marvel’s runaways. dr strange has also been in possession of this book before. the most important aspect of this book, however, is that chthon created it to construct a gateway between his realm and earth. like a sort of way to jump through dimensions. like a multiverse. the book was also glowing the same orange color as the soul stone. it may be possible that agatha fed the twins’ souls to mephisto?

there are a couple other options for the book. it could be the necronomicon, a powerful tome of black magic derived from the darkhold. or, it could be the tome of zhered-na. another option is the book of cagliostro from the ancient one’s private collection which would connect to dr strange.

☆ perhaps it is time to revamp the grim reaper (eric williams) and wonder man (simon williams) theories? i doubt marvel “accidentally” hid an animated version of the grim reaper’s helmet in episode 2′s intro theme song. could hayward be eric williams? or, could hayward be ultron? in the avengers assemble show, ultron did take human form as a government official to take out the avengers. this could be why hayward wants vision’s corpse so badly. kevin feige has said, “i love bringing back characters people think they’ve seen the last of”.

☆ i’m still wondering if mephisto has something to do with all this. he could be agatha’s rather absent husband ralph, or señor scratchy, (mr. scratch being another name for the devil) her rabbit. at one point agatha does say “the devil’s in the details bev” and at one point dottie says “all of this is for the children” in a very alarming way. mephisto collected wanda’s children in the comics. agatha also has a son named nicholas scratch in the comics who i believe worked for mephisto? idk just something to think about.

☆ another thing on mephisto: we see a small clip of mephisto in a stained glass window in the loki trailer. from leaked set photos of tfatws, we see men wearing black leather jackets with the face of a red demon. wanda and mephisto do have quite the history in the comics. could this villain be carried throughout all of the upcoming series? are all of the upcoming series somehow intertwined or connected with one another?

☆ ok ok so they finally introduced the superhero photon (which in case yall missed it was also maria rambeau’s nickname) aka monica rambeau. we see her get her powers from going through westview’s barrier. in the comics, she gets her powers from being bombarded with extradimensional energy (something similar to the barrier) and was introduced as the second captain marvel.

☆ since i didn’t go over these in my last theory post, i wanted to continue my commercial theories here:

the fifth commercial is about a shark that offers a boy a yo-magic (which sounds like your magic) yogurt, but the boy can’t get it open until one day he withers into a skeleton. the slogan is “yo-magic, the snack for survivors!”. if the boy represents wanda, it could be representative of her survivor’s guilt (we see pietro with bullet wounds for a brief second in this episode). the shark also talks about “hunger” and a gift of unusable “magic”, which seems like it is indicating something like a “deal with the devil”, aka mephisto. it is the first commercial with a child as the main character which could have something to do with why episode 6 is the first time we see children in westview.

the sixth commercial is most definitely one of the most intriguing. it is about “nexus”, a type of antidepressant. some interesting lines of the commercial are “a unique antidepressant that works to anchor you back to your reality, or the reality of your choice” and “nexus: because the world doesn’t revolve around you, or does it?”. before i get into the broader meanings of nexus, we have heard the term before in aou where it was established as the biggest internet exchange point in the world (now this just seems code for multiverse). however, in the comics, nexus (also called the nexus of all realities) is a cross-dimensional gateway, providing a path to any and all realities. there are several characters in the marvel universe who are considered nexus beings. some examples are wanda maximoff/scarlet witch, kang the conqueror, and jean grey/the phoenix. given this commercial, another possibility for the book in agatha’s basement may simply be a portal to the multiverse.

[connorspiracy]

Amulet You Finish || Connor, Ariana & Agatha

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @connorspiracy @detective-keen @letsbenditlikebennett CONTENT: Death SUMMARY: Ariana and Connor are out for a walk in the woods looking for something to film when they stumble upon a crime scene. 

Despite Connor’s affinity toward the supernatural and loving catching it on film, Ariana found she was able to just be a young adult around him. Like she didn’t have to think of the worries and planning that had been plaguing her for too long now. That would all come to an end soon enough, but for this afternoon, they were just a pair of friends enjoying walking through one of White Crest’s many trails in hopes of finding something cool for Connor to film. While it wasn’t necessarily the safest of hangouts, Ariana knew the woods well enough to be confident against anything they may come across. The path they walked today wasn’t one that could be found on the internet. She discovered it almost entirely by chance on a run one day and it had quickly become her favorite. There was a certain serenity that came with the less traveled trails. It allowed her to relax a bit more when her senses weren’t firing off at some new sound or smell quite so frequently. It was nice to be able to share it with Connor. “I’m sure there’s bound to be something out here. Since the full moon just passed, I think I can rely on brute strength alone without becoming furry if it comes to it. I’d rather not be werewolf public enemy number one on the internet and all.” 

Connor had come to White Crest just looking for content. He'd expected to find it everywhere, and he hadn't been disappointed. There was always something happening, and his main problem seemed to be that most of it was too outlandish for anyone to believe could be anything but special effects. He hadn't expected to actually find friends. At least not like this. It was kind of strange having people he liked hanging out with, filming or not, but he was even luckier they didn't have objections to his video-camera shenanigans. 

He had a chest mount with one of his lighter cameras attached so he'd be able to leave his hands free for balance, but even still, it was clear Ari was much more comfortable on the trails than he was. "You're like a proper woodsie person, right? I can tell. I suppose it comes with the wolf territory." Made sense to be familiar with the woods around here so you had a good place to transform away from everyone else. "What do you usually do on the full moon?" he asked, curious. 

To say she was a woodsy person was a bit of an understatement. In more ways than not, Ariana was a wolf and the woods were where she felt most at ease though her own home was starting to rival that feeling. She laughed a bit as she leaped off one of the steeper parts of the trail with ease. “You could say that. I actually lived in a tent for a while. Wolf things don’t hurt with that either. I spend a lot of time here whether it’s the full moon or not. It just feels right.” She shrugged a bit. She supposed it would be hard for a human to totally understand, but it seemed like Connor wanted to understand which was nice. It didn’t seem like he had a judgmental bone in his body which was always refreshing. “Oh, I usually go very deep out into the forest where there aren’t trails or anything. No chance of anyone showing up. Just me and the forest animals… which are admittedly delicious.” She laughed a bit and hoped her answer sufficed. This full moon had been different, but that was not of her own design. “I wouldn’t recommend going into any part of the woods on a full moon though. There’s not much in the way of control to be found for myself and other wolves.” She scaled another dip in the trail and kept a close ear out for their surroundings. Nothing smelled off either. “Filmed anything good recently?” 

The woods felt as if they were becoming darker, perhaps the canopy of leaves growing thicker as they made their way deeper into the forest. It was obvious just how at home Ari seemed. Sometimes it struck Connor just how different their worlds were. There were things about Ariana he'd probably never quite understand, but that just made her interesting company. "I've done plenty of filming campouts, but I can't imagine living in a tent," Connor murmured, shaking his head in disbelief with a good-natured little laugh. "The posh London boy in me is mortified at the idea." 

He nodded with interest as she spoke about her full moon habits. The camera wasn't turned on yet, so nothing was being picked up, no risk of her being outed to the world. Connor wasn't opposed to taking advantage of a situation to get the shot, but there were some things that were off-limits, even to him. He shuddered slightly and laughed at the mention of the animals. "Rabbit and venison are great, but raw? You must have a fucking strong stomach." The conversation turned back to him, and he gave a noncommittal shrug. "Rio and I did a haunted cabin. We should be editing it soon. I kinda didn't film too much during the whole Bloody Mary shit." He ducked under a branch, using the trunk of the tree as leverage to help him balance as he made his way around a particularly nasty root, knotted like ropes. "Was there something in particular you were hoping to show me out here, or are you just looking to make a wilderness boy outta me?" 

While Ariana did love the coziness of her warm bed, especially considering it had been warmer as of late, the comforts most considered necessities had never been so much so for her. She shrugged and said, “It was a bit out of necessity. We were on the run most of my life, but I never really minded. Out here feels like home in its own way.” She laughed a bit at the mention of being posh. “So you’re more of a glamping kind of guy?” If she hadn’t been leading the way and sniffing out what was ahead, she would have given him a playful nudge.

It was evident to her that Connor was curious about werewolf life. To her, it had never been that fascinating. It was just who she was. Ingrained in every cell of her body. “I wouldn’t recommend it for you. I mean, even when I look like this I cook them. When I look more like a wolf, well-- Wolves are kind of meant to hunt and eat fresh. Needless to say, all around I have a strong stomach.” She perked up at the mention of a haunted cabin. While she dreamed of a cabin, she could live without the haunted part, but she assumed it was no more. “That’s pretty dope. I can’t wait to see it. Probably a good idea though. Bloody Mary was kind of a nightmare and dangerous.” As soon as he asked the question, she raised a hand to quiet him. Something off in the distance caught her ear. While she didn’t smell anything that seemed like a beast, it sounded like there was some sort of struggle. She whispered, “I hear something. Didn’t have anything planned, but figured I’d sniff something out for you to film.” She motioned for him to stick close. “Move quietly and stay behind me.” She looped through the trees, following the sound of a fight ahead. They were still too far away to tell whether it was more of the supernatural or human variety. 

“Give me a fancy RV any day of the week mate,” Connor said, pulling his vape out of his pocket as they walked because he had a feeling Ariana wouldn’t exactly be keen on him dumping cigarette butts in the woods. “At least have it parked nearby so I can get in there if I need to take a shower or something.” Something about washing his balls in a cold creek just didn’t really appeal to him. “It’s cool that it’s like a home to you, though. It is pretty nice out here. I just like my creature comforts too much,” he snickered. Slightly lower chance of being eaten by some kind of monster back at home, too. But only slightly. 

He would have happily kept chatting away about the woods and hunting game all afternoon if not for the sudden change in Ariana’s entire body. Connor didn’t hear anything, but he practically felt the hairs on the back of her arms standing on end. He nodded, saying nothing as he made himself smaller, crouching and trying not to break an excessively loud twig under the weight of his boots as he moved through the golden and red carpet of autumn leaves on the forest floor. “What is it?” he finally whispered, quiet as he could muster. Everything seemed completely normal to him, but he supposed those were the perks of having a werewolf friend.

Ariana enjoyed the comforts her home offered her as much as the next person, but she found humans needed it far more than she did. She saw little issue with hopping into the creek the way she did the morning after the full moon to clean off. A patch of grass was just as much home as her bed was... Though maybe as of late that wasn’t entirely true. Her ideal would be a nice little secluded cabin in the woods. Those little daydreams quickly faded as she followed where her nose and ears led her. She was light on her feet and conscious of their surroundings. She paused briefly, picking the way to go and answering Connor’s question. “It sounds like there’s some sort of fight breaking out. You may want to stay a good deal back. You can still film. I’ll try not to get all ‘grr’,” she said with a little claw like hand motion. 

“This way,” Ariana directed as they made their way to a small clearing. There were two men in ski masks beating up on an elderly man. The coppery smell of blood coated the air as she got close and her eyes settled on the knife. Shit. By the smell of it, it seemed everyone was human. Not that she could really discern other non-shifting species from humans all that easily. She quietly snuck through the brush and let out a low growl to distract the men. It was purposefully intimidating and she stayed out of their line of sight. One of the men’s heads shot up and looked terrified. “What the shit was that?” The other man scanned the area and responded, “I don’t know, but we’ll leave him to whatever it is. He’s bleeding out anyway.” 

Another snarl resonated through the cleared area and the two men went running, not keen on seeing where the sound came from. Once Ariana could tell they were far enough away, she emerged from the brush, pulling her first aid kit out of her bag as she moved. “Where are you hurt? Who were those men?” She questioned the older man, who could only point to the stab wound on his torso. 

Connor’s eyes widened at the mention of a fight. Keen as he might be to get some good footage, getting in the middle of a physical altercation was rarely his idea of a good time. “Wait, okay--I’m turning the camera on.” He didn’t want her to accidentally wolf out mid-frame, but he knew how important it might be to have the incident on film if something happened. The sounds of a scuffle were growing clearer as they grew closer, and Connor called to Ari in an urgent whisper. “Shit. Maybe you shouldn’t--just be careful.” Most of Connor’s confidence and charm went right out the window as soon as a fight became part of the equation, but he edged closer to the sounds, keeping his body low to the ground. He could see a gathering of what looked to be men, surrounding someone who was clearly in pain. The words ‘bleeding out’ stuck out like a sore thumb.

He ducked behind a bush, heart beating so loudly he was sure the camera would pick it up. He was certain they were going to come find them, to kill them just like they had killed the poor man who was lying prone on the ground, apparently, bleeding out. Once they were gone, he finally breathed again, following Ari out of the bush, the camera falling on the ground as he rushed to the man’s side. “Shit, there’s blood everywhere. Bloody hell--we’ve gotta call an ambulance.” But how the hell was an ambulance supposed to find them out here? It was no use. He’d be dead by the time anyone made it through the woods. Connor was holding his phone, hands trembling as he dialled anyway, but a pair of white hands, quickly growing colder, gripped his. “Keep it safe,” the man whispered, pushing an amulet that seemed to appear from nothingness into Connor’s sweaty palm, and then his eyes fell shut. “Ari-- Ari, I think he’s dead…” Without thinking he stuffed the amulet into his pocket, calling 911. 

There was a certain panic that rose in Ariana when she saw just how bad his injuries were. Her hands gravitated toward the stab wound on his stomach and she grabbed a wad of gauze and pressed down on it to slow the bleeding. She could attempt to stitch it up here, but she had no concept of whether any of his internal organs were damaged. Would she just be doing more harm than good. There was no time for doubt, she applied pressure to the wound to help it clot, but her hands just ended up covered in more and more blood. “Focus on me,” she told the man, “We’re going to get you out of here, okay?” The more blood that soaked through the gauze as Connor spoke of calling 911, the less hope she had. This man was older and this was a lot of trauma for his body to go through. “I’m Ariana, and that’s Connor. We’re going to get you help, okay?” Her voice managed to sound much calmer than she felt and for a brief moment, she felt as if maybe she embraced some of Celeste’s essence. An alarmed look crossed her face when an amulet appeared out of seemingly nowhere and was placed in Connor’s hands. “Keep it safe? What is it?” Before she could get answers to her questions, she felt him sputter underneath her hands. “Wait, no!” She raised a hand up to quiet Connor for a moment as she tried to hear the elderly man’s heartbeat. Nothing. “He is- He’s dead. There’s no heartbeat. We need the police, not an ambulance.” At least Regan couldn’t give her shit for not reporting this one right away. 

“I know, I know--” It was tough to say what was trembling more; Connor’s hands, or his voice. He squeezed his eyes shut to stop himself from crying. Jesus, was he in shock? He didn’t know what this was supposed to feel like, but it hadn’t been what he had in mind when Ari told him they could go look for something to film in the woods. When dispatch answered, he struggled to get the words out. “H-hello? I need-- police. They stabbed him. He’s dead. I--it’s in the woods, I don’t even know where we are…” After some back and forth questions, Connor struggling to explain what trails they’d been on and Ariana needing to stop in to help him, they finally hung up and told the two of them to wait right there and not to touch anything. Connor stepped back, hands and clothes covered in blood. “What… what do we do?” 

Ariana stood there silently looking at the body with a look of horror on her face. Why had this happened and why was it that she always seemed to be too late when it came to saving others? The tremble in Connor’s voice as he spoke to law enforcement on the phone didn’t go unnoticed, so she stood a little taller and put on her brave face. She could do this though she needed to keep reminding herself of it. “We have to wait until they get here. Other things out here might smell the blood. I’ll be on lookout duty.” With the anxiety that was coursing through her, every sound picked up in a near grating way. As she remembered he handed Connor something, she turned to him and asked, “What was it that he wanted you to keep safe?”

Connor reached in his pocket, feeling for the amulet. He didn’t really want to touch it, and yet in the same vein, he never wanted to let it go. Something about it activated a sixth sense in him. It felt normal. It looked normal. But it wasn’t normal. He held it up for Ariana to see, almost reluctantly, but then his eyes caught sight of the black and silver object on the ground. “Fuck, my camera--” He tried to remember if they’d said anything incriminating, about Ari being a wolf. They hadn’t, right? They hadn’t talked about it on camera because he knew he wouldn’t be able to use any of that footage. “I don’t think I’m supposed to touch it.” He was normally all too happy to break the law, but trespassing and interfering in a murder investigation were on completely different levels. “How long do you think it’ll take them to get here?” 

Agatha, along with two police officers strode through the woods. It had been 10 minutes already since she responded to the call on her radio. With only a rough idea of where to find these people, they moved carefully. Here was their dilemma. Whoever had done this was still around, and if they were noisy, they would miss them, but if they did not hurry, they would miss them too. On top of that, they had to take into account this very simple fact: the woods were a dangerous place. Agatha, of all people knew this much, having lost her father to the woods. Looking at the two other police officers, she wondered if they felt anguish, being stuck with a Keen in the woods. The detective took a deep breath, stopping to gain her composure and calm back. She did not need those insecurities now, or ever, and yet, after all these years, all the good work she had done, she still asked herself if she was doing enough, good enough. Minutes passed, silent, lonely. No wind, no deer, nothing. “Well, I hope that kid didn’t get his trails wrong,” she checked her map and took out her compass, sighing. “What would you say? We must be around here?” She pointed to a spot on the map and scratched at her ear. “We have to split to find them,” she didn’t like that idea, but what choice did they have? They nodded in agreement, and each one went their separate way, circling around the same spot. 

Each minute felt entirely too long as the pair sat in silence waiting for the police to arrive. Ariana couldn’t stop staring at her blood covered hands that had tried so hard to stop the man’s bleeding. Just like Sammy, she couldn’t save him despite her efforts. It left her limbs feeling numb as she slumped against a tree. Moments ago, she’d wanted to be brave for Connor and the old man, but she found it was quickly fading now that there was no longer an action for her to take. There had to be something to do here, but they weren’t supposed to touch anything. Even if she started pacing, she’d risk covering the track the murderers left behind. She heard the police approaching and trying to find their spot. For a moment, she stayed quiet knowing they were too far away to hear her even if she were to call out. Once the light patter of footsteps was closer, she called out, “We’re over here.” She stood up and started to wave them over. 

It was rarely a good thing when Connor was exposed to the police. He’d been lucky most of the time, not getting in too much trouble over his trespassing and filming, his white privilege and family money certainly not hurting the situation. This was different though. He’d witnessed a fucking murder, and though they had the murder on film, no reason for either himself or Ariana to be suspected, he couldn’t help but be afraid. “Hey,” he called, joining in with Ariana. “This way! The body’s over here.” 

“The body’s over here,” Agatha muttered to herself, blinking and shaking her head in surprise. If only it were usually so easy. Approaching the voices, she kept her weapon in her hand, wondering who she might land on. The sight of those two college kids did seem to ease her tension, and she approached the pair, and the deceased man with caution. “Did you see what happened?” She squatted down. Her hand went to the man’s wrist, trying and failing to catch a pulse. By the state of the wounds, there was not much she could have done to help him anyway. Looking up at the pair, she frowned, and her expression did not soften as she caught sight of the camera, “you wouldn’t have happened to film this, would you?” If they did, then this might have been her easiest case for this whole year. 

A detective she didn’t recognize approached them, but this was a seemingly normal crime. Minus the weird amulet at least. There was nothing to hide here. By all indication, everything was incredibly human. Ariana finally took her eyes off the body and looked at the cop that was speaking to them. “There were two men in masks, I don’t know why they--” she couldn’t think of what could possibly drive this. She looked down at her own bloody hands and mumbled, “I tried to help-- I know a decent amount of first aid and how to do-- He was dead before I could do anything.” Now that she didn’t have to be the one on guard, she felt her composure slipping. She wanted to go home and pretend like none of this had ever happened. Her eyes glazed over as she found herself staring at the body, Agatha’s next question not quite registering. 

Connor tried to keep his cool, reminding himself that he hadn’t actually done anything wrong. Ari was covered in blood. So was he, but less so. His eyes fell on the camera that had caught the entire thing, pointing to it, his hand trembling ever so slightly. “We were just filming the woods, and each other, making a video for YouTube. I dropped the camera when we saw them. I don’t know how much it caught.” But given the position compared to the body, he figured it had caught a fair amount. Too much to risk lying. “He gave me this,” Connor said, holding out the amulet. “I don’t know why. I don’t think he wanted whoever killed him to take it.” 

“That’s alright, you did the best you could. You could have never saved him,” Agatha assured the young woman, wiping her hands clean. With a pen, she pushed open the dead man’s jacket, to check for a wallet, a phone, anything that might help identifying him, and reaching his relatives. “You did your best,” she repeated, her expression softer. The boy started speaking, and she gave him a look. He did not seem too comfortable, and while she couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else behind it, witnessing a murder did tend to do this to people, and she decided to drop that thought for now. “I’ll need to take your camera. We’ll give it back to you, don’t worry,” she added before he could try protesting. “He wanted you to take it, then? Did he say something?” She reached out to Connor with a plastic pouch. “Drop it in there, please,” whatever this thing was, it had to be the key. 

Ariana had heard the sentiment too many times to really let it resonate. Sure, it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t kill the man. There wasn’t much she could have done to save him either, but the fact didn’t change that she and death were becoming far too closely acquainted. She nodded her head and mumbled, “I know, I just… I don’t know.” There was a spaced out look on her face as Agatha continued to speak and ask questions. She remembered the man dropping the amulet into Connor’s hand and wanting them to keep it safe. But why? What was so important about a necklace that it needed to be kept safe. It’d be safe with the police at least. The idea of helping guard some amulet on top of everything else made her head spin. It was good the cops would have it. At least she hoped. She could ask Jane to make sure it didn’t do anything sketchy to the other cops. “He said to keep it safe, I think. Right, Connor?” She rubbed her hands on her arms to warm herself and became acutely aware of just how much blood was on her. Her hands dropped back to her side and she asked, “Do we need to come with you?” Everything in her hoped it was a no. She wanted to jump in the creek and rid herself of the old man’s blood that was now fogging up her senses. 

Connor really didn't want to hand over either his camera or the amulet, but this bloody mess (literally and figuratively) of a situation hadn't left him with much of a choice. He swallowed, nodding. "I know. Just be careful with it, yeah? It's an expensive model." He didn't want it to go missing in police custody. "He just said to keep it safe? I think whoever killed him was looking for it, but they didn't find it on him. I..." It had been hidden in some way, by supernatural means, but he couldn't exactly say that. "I don't know why he gave it to us. I suppose because we tried to help him. He trusted us." And the question he doubted the police could ever answer was what was it, and what did those people want with it? Connor reluctantly handed everything over. They headed to the station to have his clothes taken for evidence and give a statement, and on the car ride, he looked at Ariana, silently communicating. We need to get that thing back. 

[neroushalvaus]

@starlene tagged me to share five of my favourite male characters. Thank you for the tag ♥ Like her, I’m going to tell you in detail why these are my favourite boys. Bear with me! These are not in any strict order, except for the first one, he will always be the number one in my heart.

1. Javert, Les Misérables

When I first read Les Misérables I was so fascinated by Javert’s character. Javert is the complete opposite of "a bad cop antagonist”, he follows the law to a fault and in a book like Les Mis, in which the society is the real villain, that is his personal failing. 

His integrity is also kind of touching to me. The way he will believe a nun that’s known not to lie, even when he should be doubting her words, and the way Javert himself never tells a lie, even when he’s supposed to act as a spy. He really has “nothing ignoble about him”, as Hugo says. Also how when he sees the error in his ways, his last act is to criticize the system he has upheld. 

Javert is such a sad character. His parents were possibly as downtrodden as Valjean, so he grew up to be someone who believes he’s doing the right thing, even when he’s trampling the ones society has already abandoned. That is a true tragedy and it never stops being interesting to me.

2. Lehto, Tuntematon sotilas

Oh boy. Possibly my worst son. He is a character from this one Finnish war novel, who doesn’t like anything or anyone and has a giant chip on his shoulder from god-knows-where. He is considered grim and nasty by his peers, he hates the authority and gets anxious when anyone talks about spirituality or patriotism. In other words, I love him.

Don’t get me wrong, once again we have a bad person here. He torments this one guy simply for being scared (and like, they are in war so what the fuck my dude), once he kills someone just because, and he in general never does anything nice for anyone. But then again, he’s only twenty-one in the book and he does not live long enough to learn and I would like to see him growing. I’m also interested in his past of which we only know that he has been “alone” since he was a child. And there is something very appealing about his defiant personality. As my psychologist mother said after seeing 2 minutes of Lehto in one movie adaptation, “boys like that are not good at expressing themselves that well, he needs understanding and support”. So yeah... I have a soft spot for this guy.

3. Hercule Poirot, Agatha Christie’s Poirot

I really don’t know what this sweet little man is doing on this list. I’ve liked Poirot since I was a child but I feel like I for a long time didn’t quite understand how well written his character is. I’m mostly talking about the books and David Suchet’s iconic portrayal, but I also really really liked the new ABC Murders with John Malkovich. Poirot’s backstory really did it for me, it made so much sense and put a whole new spin in this character.

In general I just love Poirot’s manner of speaking and his little quirks - how persnickety he is, his pickiness with food, how polite he is and his dramatics, especially when he gathers all the suspects together and lets them hear it. I love how in Christie’s novels he uses people’s prejudices against foreigners to his advantage, kind of like Marple uses the fact people usually are not too cautious around little old ladies. My favourite thing about Poirot, especially in Suchet’s portrayal, is his empathy and how that makes him a better detective. He can feel for victims and culprits alike, and he is great at figuring motives because he talks to people and sees what makes them tick. I love this man and his little gray cells.

4. Thomas Barrow, Downton Abbey

Bad boys are back, alright! Or you know... Misunderstood boys. Silly boys. Boys who get hurt every time they let someone in and that feeds their rage so they say “I’ll do it on my own”... Julian Fellowes really thought he could make an evil gay servant and people would just be like “okay so that one’s a jerk, can we see more of Lady Mary’s love life now?”. But he went and cast RJC and accidentally wrote the most interesting character in the whole Classist Propaganda: The TV Show.

Thomas Barrow is a complicated character and that makes him so appealing to me. He seems to be tough and cold, but he’s also very sensitive and many of the bad things he does are motivated by jealousy or hurt. He is clever and driven, but he can and most certainly will make bad decisions. Characters in the show think he’s heartless, but he likes being around children and when he falls in love with someone, he falls hard and fast. He’s also hopelessly devoted to those near him. I guess one of the big reasons I like Thomas so much is that he’s so severely mistreated by the show. He gets repeatedly punished for even small things he does, whereas other characters can do worse things and other characters and the mainstream audience still like them. I guess that makes me kind of protective of him, and willing to read a thousand fics about how he gets everything he has ever wanted in life.

5. Gregory House, House M.D.

I’m on my House binge once again and let me tell you - Season One Dr House is actually a good guy? Like sure he’s sarcastic and irresponsible and wants to do things his own way and throws a hissy fit when he doesn’t get his way, but in so many ways he is actually nice. That, of course, changes when the show marches on, but who said all character development has to be positive?

I like hospital dramas and I like detective shows, therefore I love House M.D. And this is a rare case in which the main character in a series is the most interesting one. I also love Wilson, but I relate to him a bit too much in certain ways (the internet says it’s because we’re both INFJ) for him to be that enjoyable for me. But House is interesting and once again, complicated. Making this list is making me once again face the fact I like characters who have a strict set of rules for themselves. House is a textbook example of Chaotic Neutral, but like it’s said in the series, his work is motivated by doing what he thinks is right. And it’s really important to him to be right himself. What I also like about him is that even though he is a typical “genius jerk”, he actually consistently gets called out on his behaviour. We get to see how his behaviour is the reason he has only a handful of meaningful relationships and why being like him is nothing to be proud of. A cool drinking game, take a shot every time he’s described as “miserable”. Have fun. 

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Huh, that was a lot. Let’s tag some people! @obiskus , @juniper-pompadour , @trevardes and @violasmirabiles , share your favourite boys, if you feel like it! Feel free to either just say the names or ramble like I did :’)

[iheartbookbran]

tagged by @dreamerandcrazy thank you so much!!! <333

Nicknames: I mean I’m mostly called Pam or Pame by friends and family and I like them both well enough, I’m also Mede around the internet because of my ao3 and ff.net accounts but y’all can call me whatever lol

Zodiac: cancer

Height: 1.66 and idk what the equivalent number is for the other weird measuring system sorry

Last Thing I Googled: I was looking for some amiibos that my brother might still not have to give him for christmas but I’m kinda at a loss and before that how to download some torrents

Song Stuck in My Head: Amor Prohibido by Selena Quintanilla bc I saw the netflix series (and then promptly stopped at like epiode three lmao don’t watch it it’s bad) and that kinda inspired me to listen to some of her songs because I adore her <3

Number of Followers: right now 546

Amount of Sleep: Never enough that’s for sure

Lucky Number: 7 or 15

Favorite Song: it honestly changes all the time but the one that just popped in my head was Girl Almighty by One Direction and pretty much anything by Lana del Rey, I also love Sorry by Halsey and Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish and y’all know how much I like Hozier

Favorite Instrument: I don’t play it but I love listening to piano

Dream job: child psychologists and special needs therapist (I’m on my way)

Favorite Author(s): Jane Austen, Agatha Christie, Mary Shelley, Charles Dickens, Leon Tolstoy (though I haven’t read all his books yet), Jean Plaidy (I know she’s super flawed but she pretty much single handedly introduced me to historical fiction as a teen and I've read like 30 of her books so she’s especial to me), Suzanne Collins. George R.R. Martin (but now I’m trying to break from fantasy written by straight cis white men by reading other authors like recently Leigh Bardugo and I’m also planing on reading R.F. Kuang’s trilogy)

Aesthetic: hot mug of tea on a cold day, hand knitted sweaters and scarves, a stuffy library, the smell of old books, going in the car on a rainy day, pastel colors, bare feet over a fluffy rug, the smell of pine trees and wet soil

Favorite Animal Noise: this is sort of specific but the sound that one of my dogs makes when she’s “singing”, like a guttural sound at the back of her throat as she throws her head back. She actually used to howl but me and my mom used to ask her to “sing” so much that she must’ve gotten tired so now she just “pretends” which is arguably even funnier

Random: I was planing to do my masters in the US before the pandemic happened but now I had more time to think about it I'm considering Canada as a better option, even if it’s farther from home. Though my parents say that if I’m leaving Mexico again I should go somewhere we have family I can rely on. Also is funny bc whenever I’m living in the US for extended periods of time I seem to adopt the accent of whatever region I happen to be so I’d like to think I would get a canadian accent if I go to Canada and it would be worth it

Tagging to participate: only if any of you want @outlawarya, @uchihha, @visenyatargaryen, @fiftyshades-ofbrown, @maesterleia, @aegon, @valyrianwarg, @edwardalric, @adharraa, and whoever wants to do it ñ.ñ

[lovelylogans]

curious and beautiful (to seekers after it)

“The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.” ―agatha christie, the murder of roger ackroyd 

ao3 | read my other fics | coffee?

warnings: food mentions, kissing/making out

pairings: logince

words: 1,923

notes: this is for the 13 days of halloween prompt over at @sanderssidescelebrations​! today’s prompt is couples costumes! 

Roman is painfully aware that his fiancé doesn’t put much stock into Halloween. 

He’ll drink the apple cider that Roman buys on his grocery trips, and he tolerates the decorations that Roman strews throughout their living room with reckless abandonment, and he partakes in candy, if anyone offers him a piece, though that’s mostly because Logan has a secretly raging sweet tooth that Roman hadn’t even known about until they moved together and he’d discovered the massive stash of suckers and jolly ranchers that Logan almost always has in his mouth, while they’re at home—now Roman’s so used to him tasting like artificial cherry (which is Roman’s favorite) or blue raspberry (which is Logan’s favorite) or strawberry or grape or green apple or any other number of flavors now that sometimes it’s a shock when he kisses Logan in the morning or at night and he tastes like coffee or minty toothpaste and not something sweet.

But Halloween itself? Logan will sit with Roman as he passes out candy, but most of the time he’ll read a book as Roman entertains the kids. He’ll go to parties with Roman. He listens to Roman’s pitches for costume ideas (and, later, couples costume ideas) but he refutes most of them and he wears regular clothes or the least effective costume he can—most of the time, he just keeps on the white lab coat he has from work and deadpans that he’s a scientist whenever someone asks, even though he is literally a scientist in his day-to-day life so it’s not like he’s dressing up at all.

When Roman walks into the house, dropping his bag at the door and kicking off his shoes and flopping onto the couch, letting his head land on Logan’s thigh with a theatrical groan, there’s a white paper stick sitting out of his mouth. Logan’s lips are red from the flavor of it, redder than usual, a shade of red that reminds Roman of long, heated afternoons on the couch or in the bed, but he is too tired to think of such pleasant things right now (that’s a lie he’s thinking of it right now) and Logan removes the lollipop from his mouth to look at Roman in an unspoken question.

"I’m exhausted,” Roman says, drawing the last word into five syllables.

Logan makes a noise of recognition pets Roman’s hair, scratching at his scalp in the way Roman has (frequently) told him he liked. It’s a default move, for him—Logan’s told him (in vague terms, but still) that he has certain social scripts in mind, like lines of computer code, or some kind of logic puzzle: 

Virgil is talking about internet things I don’t understand again ⟶ discreetly note unfamiliar terms to research later.  Roman is ranting about unfamiliar Broadway musical ⟶ nod and ask questions to promote image of attentive partnership. Patton is sad ⟶ offer a movie night. Roman is tired and/or upset ⟶ pet his hair. 

Still, Roman takes the familiar sense of comfort, sighing softly at the sensation before he squints at the small collection of candy on the table, and grabs for one at random, crowing in success when he sees it’s cherry.

“Stop stealing,” Logan tells him.

“What’s yours is mine, right?” Roman says, casting aside the wrapper and popping the sucker into his mouth, grinning at Logan around the stick.

“Not until April,” Logan informs him, and Roman grins even wider at the thought of their wedding (THEIR!!!!! WEDDING!!!!!!!!!!) and at the thought of being a husband and having a husband (HUSBANDS!!!!!!!!!!) and just—the idea of marrying Logan makes him really happy, okay.

He realizes, as he smiles giddily up at Logan and Logan’s eyes soften almost imperceptibly, in that way he does that always makes Roman melt, that that was probably his goal with bringing it up.

And when he realizes that, well, he can’t just not kiss him, can he?

Roman crunches down on his sucker, smashing it into shards, and chews frantically, before he swallows and tosses stick into the trash. Logan glances at him in askance.

“Kissing now,” Roman demands.

“Hm?”

“Kissing now,” Roman repeats, and Logan sighs, before he crunches reluctantly at his lollipop—Logan is one of those infuriating people who will almost never bite a lollipop, sucks it until it disintegrates in his mouth—and meticulously wraps the stick in the wrapper as he chomps, setting it aside, and as soon as he swallows, Roman’s arching up.

He’s sure it’s an awkward contortion for Logan—it isn’t very comfortable for him, either, as he’s wrapped both his arms around Logan’s shoulders and is mostly hanging onto him to meet him halfway, as Logan hunches over Roman to press their lips together.

Roman shivers happily—the red on Logan’s lips is cherry—and he feels Logan’s arms tighten around him as Roman nips gently at his bottom lip, and Logan lets out a pleased, soft sigh. 

Roman’s abs are starting to ache, and he’s sure that Logan’s neck probably isn’t feeling much better, but he doesn’t care because Logan’s sugar-slicked, mouth open for him, and he chases after that cherry taste, kissing long and slow and wet, Logan’s lush lips moving against his all slow and wet and irresistible, Logan’s back warm and broad and muscular under his hands, so—

They part to breathe, and Logan says, in a growl, “This is absurd.”

“I agree,” Roman practically purrs, and tightens his legs around his fiancé’s waist before he flips them on the couch, so that they’re both lying down, Roman on top of Logan, and Logan’s hands slide down his sides and they’re kissing again.

This isn’t fully what Roman had expected, when he’d flopped down in his fiancé’s lap—he’d had a game plan—but this is perfectly good, too, their mouths moving together, with hints of Logan’s tongue like the tide washing to shore, and Roman wanted to drown in him.

When they break, briefly, to breathe, Roman sucks in a breath before he grazes his teeth along Logan’s jaw, and he hears Logan’s shaky, almost-inaudible sigh, and Roman presses his smile into his cheek before resuming his path.

“You know,” he murmurs, into the curve of his jaw, “I was thinking, today.”

“Were you?” Logan asks breathlessly, and Roman feels Logan’s grip tighten on his shirt as Roman mouths his way down Logan’s neck.

“Mm-hm,” Roman hums, and flicks a finger at Logan’s collar. “Can I unbutton this and undo your tie? Not to get you shirtless, but—“

Logan’s fingers fumble for his tie, and Roman laughs, leaning back to help—he undoes the tie, loosening it, as Logan unbuttons his polo as far down as it’ll go. Roman can see how his flush is starting to spread down his throat, and how amazing it is that Roman knows exactly how low it goes.

“What were you thinking about?” Logan pushes.

“Well, you,” Roman says, and bites lightly at Logan’s neck—not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough that it’s just about the way that Logan likes, and since he’s so close to Logan’s throat he can hear the stifled noise that Logan makes.

“Yeah?”

“Us,” Roman murmurs, and bites again, deliberate, frowning just a little when Logan still doesn’t make a noisy kind of noise.

“Roman,” Logan says, and Roman’s gratified when it comes out slightly strangled, “if it’s about adopting a dog again—”

“No, not a dog,” Roman says, and draws back enough to add, “though I do really think that you should rethink that, because—“

“Roman.”

There’s a hint of a whine in the name, and Roman grins, pursuing it, pressing his lips up against Logan’s again, in an unspoken apology for teasing.

Well. Verbally teasing. This kind of teasing is just fun.

“Anyway,” he says when they part, “Just—I had an idea.”

“An idea?” Logan asks, and now Roman’s stifling the noise as Logan’s fingers twine in the hair near the base of his neck—not tugging, not quite, but there’s a definite pressure there.

“Hear me out,” Roman says, and then he spreads a hand, as if imagining his words on a marquee. “Couples costume idea.”

The look Logan gives him is so exasperated and almost pouty that Roman almost says “you know what, forget it,” and goes back to kissing him, but he stands firm.

“It’s a really good idea this year,” Roman promises, and Logan sighs, which Roman takes to mean go on, then.

“You,” Roman says, leaning to press a not-quite-quick kiss to Logan’s lips, “will be Hercule Poirot.”

Roman can practically see Logan’s ears perk up.

“All right,” he says, attempting to modulate his voice so that it doesn’t sound too excited.

“And I will be Dr. Sheppard,” Roman continues. “Now, I know you don’t like to dress up—“

“—that is correct—“

“But if you think about it, all you really need to do is wear some slightly old-fashioned clothes. His description’s kept pretty vague, so you can just use most of what you got, and I found this really great, kind of old-timey waistcoat at Goodwill—“

“How long have you been planning this?”

“—and, I mean, I could be Ackroyd, if you want, but I was worried that would be a bit too on the nose—“

“Why are you so attached to the idea of a couples costume, anyway?” Logan says, and Roman hesitates—long enough that Logan has definitely noticed—and Logan continues, “You’ve been posing the idea since we got together, but you’ve continually dropped the idea at a more elevated rate this year than years past—“

Roman’s lips twitch. “You track how often I ask you to do a couples costume with me?”

Logan flushes—well, he flushes a bit more than before—and grumbles, strangely embarrassed, “Not scientifically, but it—”

“I love you,” Roman says, and pecks him on the cheek.

Logan pokes him back. “You’re evading the question.”

“I—“ Roman hesitates, before he reaches down, twines their fingers, and lifts his left hand, so the ring on his finger is directly in Logan’s line of sight. Something seems to click.

“Ah,” Logan says. 

“It’s just—“ and now Roman’s the one who’s flushed, “well, we’re engaged, now, it’s our first Halloween as fiancés, and—“

“You’d like to present a united front?”

“Well, yeah,” Roman says. “Plus, I dunno. It’s cute.”

Logan’s nose, predictably, wrinkles. Roman kisses the tip of his nose, because that’s just so cute. His fiancé is adorable and the fact that he gets all squirmy whenever Roman brings it up means that Roman is on a life-long mission to tell him he’s cute that much more.

“So?” Roman asks, voice a bit too soft and too hopeful. 

Logan hesitates, before he says, at last, “You’d better be Ackroyd, not Sheppard. That might be a bit more familiar to those who haven’t read the—”

He’s cut off by the enthusiasm of Roman’s kiss, and Logan laughs into the kiss, and suddenly Roman is the one on his back, breathless as Logan looms over him.

“Oh, detective,” Roman says, purposefully breathy. “You’ve caught me so unaware, and look at us now—you on top, me on bottom, why, you’re so strong—”

“Stop,” Logan says, voice edged in a laugh.

“I bet you’re about to start searching for clues, aren’t you?” Roman says, and wiggles his hips pointedly. “I’ve got a clue that’s just for you—”

Logan cuts him off with a kiss, and Roman laughs into it, and wraps his arms tighter around his fiancé’s (his fiancé’s, his fiancé’s!) neck, trying to sample the last of the lingering cherry taste in his mouth.

[gutterballgt]

Ask Meme

Tagged by @confidence-rise

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

Nickname(s): Mols, Geeb, Dork, OH MY GOD MOLLY NO

Gender: Female

Zodiac: Aquarius

Height: 5′7″.

Age: 41

Time: 1:30 PM

Favorite Bands: Queen, MeatLoaf, NIN

Favorite Solo Artists: Weird Al Yankovic, Prince, Flo Rida

Song Stuck in my Head: "Trouble" from my own damn musical. How sad is that? I have my own damn musical number stuck on my head.

Last Movie I Saw: The Greatest Showman

Last Show I Saw: Murder, She Wrote

Last Thing I Googled: God, I don't remember. That shit was so yesterday.

Other Blogs: none on Tumblr - still have a blogspot, but I haven't updated since last year

Do I Get Asks?: yup

Why I Chose my Username: I've been a "gutterball" of some sort since I first started internetting back in college (1995, kiddies), so when I actually started a blog in 2004, the choice seemed obvious. Thus, I'm GutterBall or GutterBallGT everywhere now. Mwahahahah!!

Followers: 464 (how the hell...?)

Following: 72

Average amount of sleep: ha ha ha ha (although it's a little better now that I'm back on melatonin; still have breakthru insomnia though)

Lucky Number: I'm not lucky. This question is mean. Numbers have abandoned me.

Instruments I Play: B-flat clarinet, alto clarinet, electric bass guitar (been a long, long time though), piano (not great but passable, could stand a lot of practice)

What I’m Wearing: jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt

Dream Job: I would really, really like if Hollywood bought my current two scripts so I'd have an excuse to write more of them.

Dream Trip: Papa Stour (really any part of Scotland)

Favorite Food: mac 'n cheese, which I shouldn't have until my gallbladder is out Monday and probably shouldn't have until my pancreas is for-sure fully healed, but fuck that, I'm having some Monday after my gallbladder is out because I have a mighty need because I haven’t had any since I was hospitalized because I’m trying to be responsible and pasta is hard on the pancreas and dairy/fats are hard on the gallbladder but DAMMIT

Nationality: United States

Favorite Songs: "Under Pressure" by Queen/David Bowie, "Space Oddity" by David Bowie, "Left in the Dark" by MeatLoaf, "This Is Me" by Keala Settle, "Getting Smaller" by NIN, “Whistle” by Flo Rida, "King Nothing" by Metallica, "Bother" by Stone Sour, “Big Balls” by AC/DC, “Gimme One Reason” by Tracy Chapman, “Not This Time” by Mike Phirmann, “Seven” by Prince, “Thriller” and “Smooth Criminal” and “Man in the Mirror” by Michael Jackson, this category isn't fair because I have too many favorite songs and I could do this for DAYS

Last Book I Read: Nemesis by Agatha Christie

Top 3 fictional universes that I want to join: Pacific Rim (yes, I know it's a battle for our very existence shut up), Red vs. Blue, DragonBall Z

Tagging everybody! Mwahahahah, fear my whimsy!! 

[savagenewcanaan]

Savage New Canaan The Fatality Of The Muscle Mass Automobile - My First Situation

How could muscle autos, one of the most powerful budget-friendly autos the world had seen, shed their pizzazz so quickly? What created them to vanish? I'm not a private investigator, not from another location like one, yet this was one instance I had to solve.

 It occurred back in the 70's, however the proof was still there. It was the case of the disappearing horsepower and this is what occurred.

 In the age of the muscle mass cars and truck power was everything. It didn't matter what it was, sports car, household cars and truck, pickup; it had the most significant V-8 feasible stuffed under the hood. Cubic inches were king and also promoted power was astronomical. These automobiles might kick sand in the windshields of anything else when driving.

 But after that horse power appeared to vanish overnight!

Savage New Canaan

 Take my favourite muscle auto, the Ford Mustang. The manly models had V-8s, though meeker designs came with an inline 6. The greatest 6 had 200 cubic inches as well as 155 hp in 1969/70.

 What did the V-8s punch out? One of the most effective 351 offered 300 hp in 1970 and also the 427 provided a substantial 390 hp in 1968. However by 1973 the most effective Mustang had a 351 V-8 with simply 156 hp. Virtually half what it had in 1970, and also just one horsepower greater than the 200 cu in six of 1970! When it comes to the Mustang II of 1974, we won't even go there.

 The tale was comparable with the various other producers. What was taking place? It just really did not accumulate. Could I trust the numbers?

 My investigator advisor, Agatha Christie, instructed me that when you're resolving a case you can't rely on anyone. Killers do exist. In this situation it wasn't murder though it was the fatality of the muscle vehicle, and it wasn't a lot of a straight-out lie as not informing the entire reality. And outside pressures were at play.

 I had to dig deeper. I had to locate the facts. Why would horse power basically cut in half?

 It turned out there were a couple of reasons. Salesmanship was one. Horse power was everything so why not measure it in a salesperson pleasant way? Gross SAE horsepower was made use of. Power was gauged at the flywheel without power-hungry accessories affixed. Only the bare fundamentals were used.

 In 1972 SAE Internet dimensions were phased in. Power was still gauged at the flywheel but all the accessories were set up including the full exhaust system, emission controls, all pumps and also the generator. SAE Web can't be contrasted specifically to SAE Gross because there are just a lot of variants in gauging, however it is down around 80%. So power ratings went down. In 1973 horse power rankings went down once again as power sapping emission controls were tightened.

 Gross SAE horse power had actually pressed the provided power up. So did the promoted horse power some cars and truck firms used. What's incorrect with a little rounding up of the numbers for the sales brochure? Definitely that would certainly assist sales as well.

 All this horse power trotting around obtained noticed and not simply by young people.

 Safety lawmakers observed, therefore did insurance provider that started billing much more for insurance. The word on the road is that in 1967 a young person under 25 with a tidy driving record would certainly have paid $700 a year for GTO protection. Ouch! Some automobile business decreased their marketed horse power scores.

Savage New Canaan

 Muscle mass came to a head in 1970, and also by 1971 they were starting to obtain flabbier. Engines were being detuned as well as within one more year larger engines were being gone down.

 In 1973 lots of muscular tissue cars were a darkness of their former selves. And also they were finished off by the oil dilemma of late '73. Lengthy lines at filling station and also rising rates were a real shock, therefore was a 55 mph national rate restriction. Car were reckless, costly and also unwanted, it really did not matter how much enjoyable they were.

 So there you have it. I now understood what had actually taken place to all that brute power. Some exaggeration had pushed detailed horsepower up. A fairer, extra accurate determining system brought it down. Exhaust controls brought it down more, and rising insurance policy prices made ground-thumping power too costly to own. The oil dilemma ended up the muscle automobile off. This case was fixed.

[midnightwitch92]

Chapter 14 | Party crasher | Kate Kavanagh

Thank god for Friday nights. I and Ana finally finished our final exams. It was a nightmare to get through. We had spent endless hours buried in notes and doing my research on the internet to prepare for the day. During the exam, I got so nervous that my mind went blank. I had to keep repeating my notes in my head to remember every tiny little detail. I honestly wasn't sure if I'd made a bunch of mistakes or not. By the time we finished my fingers throbbed from all the typing and handwritten work, we had gone through. Now, all we could do was wait for the results.

After we returned to the apartment I didn't want to stay at home going nuts over whether or not I failed my exams, so I phoned Jose and talked Ana into coming with me to check out some nightclubs. That night I put on a slim purple dress. Ana had on a teal coloured t-shirt and grey skirt. As we helped do each other's make-up there was a loud knock on the door. When I opened the door, behind it was a delivery man in a grey uniform that I didn't recognise, holding a small package.

"Good evening. Is this the home of a Miss Anastasia Steele?" He smiled.

"Oh yes, one moment. Ana Its for you." I called out to her. The man was tall with a slightly sunburnt tan and stubble. After a moment she came out of the bathroom, now sporting some grey stockings.

"This is for you." He said, handing her the small brown package.

"Me? I think there's been a mistake I haven't ordered anything. Not recently anyway." She looked down at the package as if trying to remember if she did order it and perhaps forgot. The man pulled a small black binder from under his arm and flipped to the last page.

"Someone must have ordered it for you. It's definitely the right name and address. Don't worry, it's all paid for. If you could just sign for it here, please." Ana Signed the dotted line and he put the binder under his arm. "Have a nice evening, ladies." And with that, he just walked away. I shut the door and she ripped open the wrapping paper.

"Oh my god." She smiled.

"What? What is it?" I asked. She pulled back the paper to reveal three books. They were Agatha Christie novels. As she opened the first one, it had a note tucked between the pages, and beneath it was the authors signature on the cover page.

Dear Anastasia Steele

Thank you ever so much for yesterday. I would like to do it again.

Yours sincerely, Christian Grey.

"Wait, Christian Grey? As in the guy we interviewed? He sent you these?" I looked down at the note remembering the interview in Seattle. "What does he mean about thanking you for yesterday? Are the two of you dating?" I'll admit I didn't particularly like Grey. He came across like a pompous ass. That Morganstern guy didn't seem to like him either, but Ana seemed pretty keen on him so who was I to judge. Maybe the interview was just him on a bad day.

"Not exactly." She smiled. "He just walked into the hardware store looking for rope, cable ties and duck tape. I almost didn't recognize him without the fancy suit."

"Seriously? In a huge city of so many millions, the rich, handsome billionaire just happened to bump into you. It's like a Rom-com." I smiled back at her. I didn't want to say how weird her story sounded. Why on earth would a billionaire personally come 90 miles from Seattle to a small Corner shop in Vancouver, just to buy a handful of supplies? Of course, I was probably just being silly.

"I know right, he had just finished a long drive all the way from Seattle by himself and asked me to help him find everything, and when we were done he asked me out for coffee. It was so weird." Weird? that made me wonder.

"What was so weird about it?"

"We'll, He kinda went back and forth on the whole thing. One minute he seemed to want to know everything about me, then he said I should stay away, then he gave me his number." She said looking really baffled. "I just figured he wasn't so great with the whole dating thing and was trying to play hard to get. Maybe?"

"Maybe?" I nodded awkwardly. That just sounded so odd. "What brought him all the way over here? He must be on a business trip or something, right?" I had to ask.

"He didn't say. Maybe he's on the run from that Morganstern guy." She said.

"Are you going to see him again? Are we gonna be hearing wedding bells soon?" I joked. Ana didn't really give that much of an answer.

"Oh, I don't know. I have so much on my mind, like college and work, but I'll think about it." She said, taking the books to her room and I didn't think anything of it after that. We finished getting ready and I checked that everything was off. The living room window was wide open and as I leaned over to close it, I saw two men in suits, one of which was looking up at me from down across the street. They lingered for a moment before getting into their car and driving off. I wondered what the hell that was about for a moment until Ana told me to hurry up.

We didn't live far from the city centre so we decided to put on our flat shoes and walk. As we made our way down the street a crowd of people blocked our way at the local shop. We couldn't see what they were fussing about until someone said "There's been another murder. A man and a woman have been declared missing." The Washington vampires had been all over the news for while now. People were really starting to panic. First Seattle, now Forks, How long would it be until they hit Vancouver?

"Who was attacked?" Ana uttered, looking worried. She had family in Forks. Her aunt Renee's ex and her cousin Bella.

"Don't worry. I'm sure your family are fine." At least I hoped so. As people began to clear out of the shop, someone dropped a newspaper. The front page was a memorial to the victims. Jerry Myers, Lacey Corwin, Rhett Masters,  Claude and Genie Griffin.

"Jesus," Ana uttered. I was so uncomfortable looking at that article. I looked up the news on my phone.

"It says here that a man, Sam Uley and a woman, Emily Young were both reported missing when neither showed up at Uley's engagement party earlier today." So many dead in such a short period of time. We continued to read the article for a moment while making our way into the Silver serpent pub. As we made our way inside and put on our heels, Jose arrived.

"Hey, there's my sexy girls. How have you been? Did your exams go well?" We both smiled as he sauntered up to the bar and hugged us.

"Yeah, It's finally over and done with," I said. "What are you having? The first round's on me." I reached into my bag and called the barmaid over.

"A pint of lager for me Kate. How about you Ana?" He gave her a seductive little smile.

"Rum and coke for me, Kate." She said, Smiling back at him.

"Ok, a pint of lager for him, a rum and coke for her, and I will have a bloody Mary."

They went to get a seat while I ordered the drinks. It was so cute seeing them like that together. Hopefully, this relationship might go somewhere. Jose was a good friend and Ana was still a virgin, hellbent on waiting for the right guy. I wish I could have had her sense of mind when I lost my virginity. My first time was awful. I met him at a bar where we were having a birthday party for a friend. When he looked at me with that drunken sweet-faced smile, I just lit up. He told me I was beautiful, that he truly believed I was the love of his life, and I was euphoric. I knew at that moment that I'd never want anyone else. I knew it.

A week later we met again. I instantly agreed to go with him to a party at his house. There were not a lot of girls there but his male friends were all really nice. About 3 or 4 boys kept bringing me drinks and asking me to dance. I had to say no because there were too many boys asking me at the same time. Eventually, I got really drunk. As I danced with him I felt dizzy and light-headed. Soon the room was spinning and I had to sit down as everything disappeared into the darkness. The next day I woke up on some old car tyres in a garden shed with him passed out next to me. I'd never felt more frightened and embarrassed in my life. When he finally woke up he was a completely different person. It turned out he only did all those things to see if I was stupid enough to sleep with him. As far as he was concerned I was just another easy notch on his bedpost. He made me feel like such a fool.

"Here you go. Are you alright miss?" The barmaid called out, pulling me out of my miserable thoughts.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." I quickly paid for the drinks and brought them to the table. Jose and  Ana were looking at the newspaper on the table.

"God, these guy's are total fucking psychopath's." Jose just looked stunned.

"Are you talking about Vampires?" I asked as Jose moved over to let me sit down.

"look." he pointed to the picture. "It says here that these fuckers cannibalised them and drained their blood."

"Oh, God that's disgusting," Ana said, looking she could just throw up.

"The police are putting out a search for three health enthusiasts who are looking for victims in peek condition. There has recently been a local uproar since people are now frightened to visit their local gyms and other athletic establishments such as the national park. This has also caused such local businesses to lose customers and profit." Jose read it aloud.

"I feel so bad for these people." I shuddered.

"I know," Ana replied. "It says here Mrs Genie Griffin was killed instantly, while her husband, Claude was rushed to hospital where died soon after. Unfortunately, his injuries made it impossible for him to communicate with the doctors or police." God, they almost had something. Maybe if that poor man had survived this whole thing would be over by now.

We soon put the newspaper away and carried on with our drinks. The bar had a new addition to the menu called the seven deadly sins challenge. Buy a pitcher of all seven cocktails and win one of many Gothic t-shirts or one of the stuffed animals hanging from the nooses at the bar. We started with a pitcher of Wrath. I don't remember what was in it, but it tasted gross, like something you'd clean the windows with. "I'll buy the next one. How about Envy?" Jose said standing up.

"Yeah. Let's see if we can win something." I agreed. As we watched him head to the bar I locked eyes with a real sexpot at the next table. He smiled back in our direction and I blushed. He had sandy, long flowing hair and neatly trimmed facial hair. He wore a tight fitted t-shirt, revealing a muscular torso beneath and slim, black jeans.

"I take it you'll be going for Lust. Am I right?" Ana joked.

"Oh come on, I don't even know him. Mind you, that's a body worth going to hell for." I joked back. "Besides he might be smiling at you." I giggled. Still smiling he got up and walked towards our table. I and Ana exchanged glances, wondering which who he was looking at. "Do we know you?" I asked him.

"No, but I'd like to get to know you. Miss?" He smiled.

"Kate. And this is Ana."

"Hello." Ana extended her hand to shake his.

"Nice to meet you, Ana and Kate. I'm Elliot." He shook Ana's hand. When Jose returned with our drinks, we invited Elliot to sit down with us and join in. As the night went on we got through six pitchers. Greed was the last to go as we decided what prizes we wanted. I had my eye on a really nice wolf t-shirt. Ana liked the red teddy bear hanging at the front of the bar.

"I'll be back in a minute. I need to go to the bathroom." Ana said, smiling as she lightly staggered to her feet.

"How about a dance?" Elliot asked.

"Alright. You coming too Jose" I said, getting to my feet.

"Nah, it's cool. I'm just gonna finish my drink." He smirked and raised the glass to his lips. As we made our way to the dance floor I saw Jose turn to look in Ana's direction. She was in line for the ladies and on the phone to someone. I laughed at her goofy movements as if she was doing charades to the person on the other end, not realising that they couldn't see her.

Elliot and I swayed to the music for some time. I was so buzzed I though my legs would give way beneath me. Luckily Elliot had his arms around my waist to keep me up. Suddenly my phone buzzed. It was Ana texting me to say I'm not feeling well so I'm going home. I called Christian while in line for the toilet and he just showed up outside the bar and insisted on taking me home. See you later. Oh, and he said to tell Elliott not to overdo it at the bar.

"What?" I said out loud.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Ana just sent me a message saying she's left with Christian Grey and that he asked me to tell you not to overdo it at the bar. How do you and he know each other?" His response made me so uncomfortable.

"He's my brother."

[ensignauthoress]

I was tagged by @flamefatalis Thanks!

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people you are contractually obligated to know.

Nicknames: ea (I suppose), Mickey, Mack, Mackie – no one on here has really given me a nickname, though when I was on Howrse a friend called me “Twistette” (because my username was TwistersIndigo).

Gender: Female

Starsign: sorry, I don’t believe in this

Height: 5′7″

Time: 3:09pm

Birthday: October 25th

Favourite Bands: off the top of my head it would have to be Skillet, Imagine Dragons, and Newsboys.

Favourite solo artist: it’s funny, because I listen to more solo artist than bands... they would have to be... Owl City, Peter Hollens, Lindsey Stirling, Ivan Torrent, Jonathan Thulin, and Eurielle.

Song that’s stuck in your head: The Hobbit Theme/My Dear Frodo – I’m not quite sure what the name is, but you get the gist, lol.

Last movie: The Hobbit Trilogy – Extended Edition

Last TV show: Agatha Christie’s Poirot

Why did you create this blog: I can’t remember. I was either drawn in through FF.net or dA.

What do you post/reblog: usually funny things and sayings that apply to me and my personality. INFP things. The occasional geological thing like gemstones that are ridiculously beautiful and, rarely, volcanoes. Anything to do with The Hobbit, books, and cats. Anything to do with my aesthetic, too. Mountainside cabin retreats are lovely, aren’t they?

Last thing you googled: “How to structure a novella”.

Other blogs: @at-a-waves-length, but I haven’t done anything on it for a year. I don’t know when I’ll get into roleplaying again, since the girl that got me into rping it no longer on tumblr (like, anywhere) and she seems to have disappeared from the internet altogether. Like, she disappeared over the 7 month period where I couldn’t get on tumblr because my college internet locked me out. And all the other rpers I used to rp with deactivated their accounts too :P

Why the url: for a while I was known as ‘notestryder’, but after a while it started to bug me because I felt it didn’t embody my interests anymore. I chose ‘ensignauthoress’ because it suits me more, and I will always be fond of Star Trek.

I follow: 69

Followers: 137

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: I don’t play anything right now, but my mom tried to get me to learn the piano, violin, bass guitar, and acoustic guitar over the years. Playing instruments have never held my attention long enough – but I think I’m still able to play the bass.

What are you wearing: a dark grey t-shirt (it says “Of course your opinion matters, JUST NOT TO ME” on the front) and a pair of pink plaid pajama pants.

Dream job: to be a well-known author, because I want to spread optimism and punch the fantasy authors – the ones who think they’re “honouring” J.R.R. Tolkien by writing dark and gritty fantasy because they think Tolkien’s works were dark and gritty (I’m lookin’ at you, George R.R. Martin) – in the face.

Dream trip: To go to the Swiss Alps and stay in a lodge or chalet during a terrible snowstorm that leaves you stranded there for a week ^^

Favourite food: anything smothered or drowned in cheese.

Favourite song rn: I think it’s a tie between Peter Hollen’s and Tim Foust’s cover of “Misty Mountains”, Eurielle’s “Lúthien’s Lament”, and “Arwen’s Promise” (also by Eurielle)

Last book you read: the last book I finished was The Life and Diary of David Brainerd by David Brainerd and Jonathan Edwards. Right now I’m reading The Way of Shadows by Brent Weeks – which is turning out to be absolute crap.

Top 3 Universes: The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings; Murdoch Mysteries; Hawaii Five-0

Tagging: @ohifonlyx33, @passanstow, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[mdccanon]

I agree with you that the fanon reaction to characters is completely different than the show's writing of the characters.

I would contend with the suspicion that this is because Zemo is white and Sam is black... After all, you noted that fans vehemently hate All-American John Walker for being a Steve-substitute.

For more comparison, let's add in Erik Killmonger and Erik Lensherr, too also BELOVED anti-villains with very problematic politics and hot actors.

Right now on Archive of Our Own, Killmonger's number of romance fanfics (featuring T'Challa, Shuri and Female Reader inserts) are at 670 fanfics.

Magneto, who has decades of fans devoted to seeing his problematic behavior corrected through kissing, has 15,380 fanfics with Charles Xavier alone...

In the one week since Episode 3, Zemo and Bucky has gone from 1 fanfic to 50, which seems impressive, but I also was there for the dawn of Mysterio/Spider-Man after Far from Home, and it was well passed 200 in the same amount of time. (It currently sits at 723 fanfics).

Sam and Bucky in the same vein, are at 3,864 fanfics, with fangirls religiously rewriting every episode to have more kissing in it.

With all of this in mind, do you really feel that people's politics are tied up into who they want to imagine having sex? Are the people fetishizing Zemo any more or less problematic than... Well, let's keep this list going!

Loki/Tony Stark: 10, 488

Loki/Thor: 13,357

Loki/Jane or Darcy: 1,300

Ronan the Accuser/Peter Quill: 106

Baron Mordo/Steven Strange: 150

Nebula/Gamora (as lovers): 105

Nebula & Gamora (as sisters): 300

Clint/Pietro: 830

Agatha Harkness/Reader: 74

Agatha Harkness/Wanda: 58

Peter Quill/Tony Stark: 309

You have some very deep concerns about Sam being the lead of the show and about the political themes of "Is America ready for a Black Captain America" and "Should a war propaganda symbol like Captain America exist at all" and I would LOVE to talk to you about those... But I think that reading those things into people's glee with Baron Zemo is a bit misplaced, and some people on the Internet just like to imagine rough sex when they see Zemo stroke Bucky's chin.

So, the people who hate Zemo, a dude whose first scene was torturing and murdering a HYDRA agent, what actual point are you trying to make by insisting that MCU Zemo is HYDRA/a Nazi?

Comic Zemo was German, and all the MCU had to do to make him sympathetic is push him to the east. By now making him a Slavic baron of a small satellite East European country, he's able to be equally anti-German/Nazi, anti-Russian/HYDRA, and anti-American by using every real world reason a Slav would have to resent all the current world powers.

And you hate that. Because he's a villain, or because his character was originally not as complex? You do realize that resentment works both ways, right? Magneto, Wanda and Pietro were originally villains and very simplistic "we wanna take over the world" villains, too. But then Marvel eventually decided to give them more complex motivations and RETCONNED Magneto into being a Holocaust survivor and RETCONNED Wanda and Pietro into being his long-lost kids. And then, a whole new generation of Marvel fans only knew the Twins as Avengers and Magneto was firmly established as an anti-villain just trying to bring justice to his one slice of the world. And I know old-school Marvel fans who resent THAT, resented all this political complexity being added to Marvel, making it so much less "enjoyable" than the DC, which was still firmly planted in ninja covens vs mystic shamans vs Gotham nutcases.

You aren't more woke for resenting that Zemo isn't a 1-dimensional character. You aren't more woke for resenting that Wanda isn't "Jewish" in the MCU when her Jewishness is just a soap opera plot twist about who her daddy is.

You also aren't more woke for: Resenting that MCU HYDRA is an international organization because then that means some HYDRA agents have been Indian, Hispanic and Black. You aren't more woke for not wanting to hear how Hispanics, Blacks and Indians in real life had political relationships with Nazi Germany. You are not more woke for not liking that POC are capable of doing bad things too, and that Nazi Germany was in fact willing to work with people who weren't white (slowly points to the Japanese).

Baron Zemo of Sokovia lost everything in Age of Ultron and so he destroyed the Avengers in Civil War. Every reason he had to do it was already in those two movies. The real world equivalents are right before us. Look at how Russia, Germany, Italy, A-H, the UK and the US have treated eastern Europe! The only reason he's "more sympathetic" right now is that he's over his suicidal depression and he's able to articulate with even more clarity how he feels: Worshipping Captain America and Iron Man is no better than worshipping the Red Skull and HYDRA, so how about less country-destruction and self-absorbed melodrama and more helping the little guy if you really want to prove you are heroes. If the villains becoming more complex hurts that much, may I kindly recommend the DC, where the average villain is either crazy, a megalomaniac, a demon, or a walking shark-man?

If it hurts SO much to acknowledge the story the MCU has been crafting for 8 years, then how long have you been a comic book fan...? Because comic book stories as you know them took much longer than that to develop.

[almaclara-dream]

I was tagged by @reivolutionary-penguin thank you! 

Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing people you would like to get to know better.

Name: AlmaClara (I prefer remain anonymous, for what is possible on internet)

Nicknames: same

Zodiac Sign:  capricorn

Height: I don’t remember right now... I’m quite short however

Orientation: pansexual (the label I prefer the most for me)

Ethnicity: italian

Favourite Fruit: I love ALL the fruits<3<3<3

Favourite Season: winter

Favourite Book Series: “Momo” by Michael Ende, the Agatha Christie’s novel and (I don’t know if this count) I really like reading/inform about old mythology, and legends.

Favourite Flower: roses, daisies, poopies and dandelions.

Favourite Scent: vanilla and chocolate

Favourite Colour: dark blue

Coffee, Tea, or Cocoa: tea,alternately coca

Average Sleep Hours: 6-8 hours

Cat or Dog Person: dog person, hands down<3 I don’t hate cats, I just don’t trust them really much.

Favourite Fictional Characters: sooooo many... Dorothy from Return to Oz, Momo from Momo (novel and animated movie), Will Graham from Hannibal, Albert and the Countess G from Gankutsuou, Nanami from Utena, Iris from Pokemon, all the ojamajo from Ojamajo Doremi, Roxy from Winx, Jigen from Lupin III, Kyoko Sakura from PMMM,  Shinji Ikari and Misato from Evangelion, Lara Croft from Tomb Raider (CLASSICS!!!), ecc

Dream Trip: egypt, searching for unfound tombsXD

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