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bourbon-ontherocks · 2 years ago

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… il était bizarre ce chapitre de PQENCEL… (as far as I’m concerned the newbie’s full name is timothée daniel paul guichard, now. also I think he has grounds to get morgane fired for sexual harassment) but jarring similarities aside, I barely have anything to say about 303, tbh? it was ok. the blorbos didn’t break me this time, I won’t need 5-10 business days to recover 😅 the most emotion I felt was when gilles expressed his hurt, moh 🥲 though roxane clearly was the star of the show this time (and I’m glad it inspired you fic-wise, hehe). I wonder when she’s gonna pull the "your colleague kissed you and you forgot to mention it?" card 😏 by the way… anyone else felt something in the air when she saved morgane’s life? no? just me? 👀

star #2 was SOFIANE 💓😍💖💘🥰 our prayers have been answered!!!!! 🫶 he managed to be snarky in a total of 2 lines. hope he comes back for much more! glad they brought bonnemain back too 😄 in a way the cast-related excitement made up for the lukewarm plot. speaking of, what’s more unlikely: a teenager channeling early 00’s energy by choosing "bledigirl" for a stage name, or the fact she didn’t figure out "princesse" was autobiographical because the name of her cousin is literally the title of the song? je veux bien qu’elle ait pas la réf à un film des années 1970 mais le coup du prénom, quoi 😭

gotta say I loved the beard running gag, lol. there’s something terribly wrong with le commandant’s face, mais quoi… 😂 (+ it has a tiny backstory! unexpected) love daphné’s inability to hide her digust. as well as her willingness to lend her new responsibilities to morgane’s scheming. AND (she was so good in this ep) "on peut mieux faire" re: women murderers… daph, never change 🤣💛 she must be so proud of their own statistics!

surprised adam was the one saying the episode title this time. ushering in a new trend, perhaps? it was entertaining to see him bear with morgane’s passive-agressivity. (now that I think about it, the tension throughout this ep probs felt surface-level because we didn’t get a glimpse into the characters’ feelings… et qu’est-ce qu’un chapitre de PQENCEL sans débrief ?) did like the phone cord thread; look at morgane letting him back into her life by stealing his charger! oui j’ai décidé que c’était symbolique. 😂 thank you for your patience and see you on thursday! 👻❣️

Oh my gosh, anon!! So let me just start by saying that I felt TOUT PAREIL the first time I watched that ep! It was even one of my least faves ever. But full disclaimer: this episode grew on me A LOT through the rewatches.

And the more I've thought about it, the more I believe that this ep isn't odd in itself, but it definitely feels so when lined up with the previous two. There's a real and quite unexplained tone shift here, which I think is tied with the whole comedy/dramedy switch and the fact that eps 1 and 2 were shot in July so probs still in the spirit of season 2 (due to the early shooting date, we can assume they were written at the same time as late S2 eps, and the writing of the rest of S3 probs resumed a couple of months later) while ep 3 inaugurates a darker mood for the season. Now let's dive into the specifics.

I wasn't joking when I said that Parce qu'entre nous predicted the season. Targeted home attack? Subsequent police protection? Banging the said protection barely two nights in? I SCREAMED (although while I'm all for Morgane getting some good time this season bc she clearly deserved it, couldn't they at least give her somebody enticing to look at? My guy Paul/Daniel/whatever his name emotes like wet bread. Ew.)(also yeah, I'm kinda bummed with the obvious lack of consent here, not in itself since it narratively and character-wise makes sense, but in the fact that the whole thing is filmed under a ~comedy angle while it would have been completely inappropriate to do so had the genders been reversed. Something something equality works both ways you know? Yikes)

Gilles expressing his hurt and preaching for forgiving to the people who hurt you has to be one of my favourite scenes in the ep and the season (don't get me started on it because I'll start to tear up and word-vomit a non-coherent rant), but I'm surprised it was the most emotion you got from ep 3? I'll get back to the other emotional scenes that I found worth noticing later though, otherwise this post is gonna be all over the place. So Gilles. GILLES, my baby, my love. The thing is, I love Morgane, but she tends to be extremely toxic to everyone around her, she uses people, she doesn't apologize, she ghosts them, she doesn't care about their feelings. And the fact that someone gets to tell her exactly that, that she HURTS people, the people who actually love her and care about her enough to get her out of jail, and the fact that of all people it's Gilles who gets to tell her that, well it made my heart swell. Because Gilles is the nicest person who has ever lived and that makes his speech way more impactful than if it had been Céline's or Adam's.

Also his words are literally the reason why Morgane finally reopens the door to Adam a little at the end of the episode, but again, I'll get to that later.

Let me just tell you that I absolutely love Roxane's arc this season and the way she no longer takes bullshit from anyone. I personally don't think that she bought Morgane's lies on who kissed who, and I do believe she already knows it was entirely Adam's initiative, although that's a personal headcanon of course. Not sure I felt any vibe between her and Morgane though but you know, I can get onboard that train pretty easily!

Now as for Sofiane, I must say I was glad he's back, and true he manages to be snarky in two lines, but my problem is that he ONLY got two lines?? Like... What was the point of calling him back just for this???? 😭 I need moar. Also Bonnemain wasn't gone, he was here in 301 if I remember correctly?

The implausible parts of the case didn't particularly hit me but also I haven't been a teenager in a looooong time now, so I didn't exactly notice the vintage vibes of bledigirl although it's quite obvious now that you pointed it out (I'm having skyblogs war flashbacks now, thank you very much 😂). And as for Sarah's name I'm not sure to see where you're heading at? Cause if it's Princess Sarah then I wouldn't have had the ref either (while I did get the Peau d'Âne one lol), but again, my teenage years are far ago.

Now Daphné. I juste LOVE how we get to see more of her in the season (not saying more but... yea) and the unexpected development of having her as the new workplace discrimination referee was a GENIUS move. The "on peut mieux faire" line has to be one of my absolute faves in the ENTIRE show (je crois qu'elle a même détrôné "excusez-moi de m'intéresser" c'est dire), and her reaction to Adam's glabre face was priceless (as was the whole shaved-his-beard thread, at least we got a consolation prize for losing beardie 🥲).

I actually never noticed that it was Morgane who'd usually say out loud the eps titles? Wasn't it Bonnemain who said Phyllobates Terribilis? Or Gilles who said 55 kilos first? To me the titles always refer to one of the clues that get Morgane to solve the puzzle but it never occurred to me she was the one saying them haha.

Mais bon en vrai on s'en fout parce que c'était juste pour introduire la partie sur Adam et... Okay.

"the tension throughout this ep probs felt surface-level because we didn’t get a glimpse into the characters’ feelings"

So this is exactly the part that grew on me with subsequent rewatches. I guess I was perhaps expecting too much, or was too used to writing myself what was happening in the blorbos' heads, to really get into what happens here on my first watch. But there's actually so much going on, blorbos-wise it is now one of my fave eps in the season!! (There's also some mildly annoying borderline ooc stuff happening but I'll get to that). Morgane is hurting so badly in this episode it's honestly heart-wrenching.

Obviously she's not going to show it eagerly, but it's visible at first in the way she flinches when Théa asks her if she's ready to work with Adam again (which also makes me wonder how much exactly Théa knows about what happened but that's a topic for another day). Then she goes full-on passive-aggressive mode with Adam, which says a lot, it all culminates in the cringiest song ever (I pasted the full lyrics in the end if you're curious), and then Adam does what??

He confronts her! Il essaye de communiquer !! Il veut crever l'abcès 🥹 And she cannot say it. She's the one who always comes up with angry punchlines but right now she's hurting so much she doesn't even have it in her to SAY IT 😭😭😭 and storms out instead. cue my first death in this episode.

BUT. She might be hurting and angry, she'll still lie to Roxane to protect his relationship. While she could very understandably retaliate by tanking it. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Cue my second death, obviously.

Now we're getting to the part I honestly didn't like so much, because Morgane just got out of prison, and then she escapes a murder attempt, and nobody gives a shit about it? They can be mad at her all they want, and Adam can be shocked to find Roxane at Morgane's place, what happened to "je tiens à vous" huh? I didn't write "j'ai droit à un câlin à chaque fois que je frôle la mort ?" for nothing, and also I need to check that bingo box, thank you very much 😠😭 So I get that Adam is in the quite delicate situation of "oh shit, looks like wifey and mistress are hanging out behind my back", mais franchement ça lui arracherait une molaire de demander à Morgane comment elle va ?

Biggest OOC move from him as far as I'm concerned. 🔪🔪🔪

Now...

Actually wait no, I'm still angry, give me a minute.

...

Where was I? The show sort of made up for it after that because Adam being in charge of her protection!! While he's mad at her because he's thinking she ratted him out to Roxane!! And she's mad at him because, well, you know!! She physically cannot stand to be in the same room as he is and they are forced to hang out?? And he gets it? And he tries to talk to her but then the pressure explodes? And she FINALLY says it out loud? And exposes her feelings in a clearer way than she's ever done before? Because what else putting Adam at the same level as [redacted] means but "I was in love with you too"???? Cue my third and final death right here.

And finally, for me the phone charger thread as a symbol is not a theory, it's a fact! The way they insisted on how she refuses to use it at first to not owe him anything, for her to eventually steal it after Gilles' speech about forgiveness is pretty transparent, and so is her final joke about his beard. And the way she delivers this final line? This was absolutely not what she intended to tell him. She just didn't master the courage to say out loud "I forgive you", so she settled for something much safer but the meaning remains. Cue my undefined stare at the ceiling 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Honorable mentions to:

Jérôme's burnout? How? When? I need answers 😂

Céline yelling TIMOTHÉE ?! in the precinct

The cats

THE ELEVATOR STARE 😱😱😱😱😱😱 I didn't include it to the blorbos' emotional journey because it wasn't painful but my! God! the! absolute! tension! here!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥 Cue my actual death

And the lyrics to Morgane's song if anyone's interested:

C'est l'histoire d'un amant Qui s'est pris pour un Don Juan T'as cru qu'il était ti-gen Parce que le gars mettait ses gants Il t'a fait nan-nan-nan Chérie tu te méprends

C'est l'histoire d'un condé Qu'a voulu jouer les BG Il s'est pris pour Superman Mais il bouffe trop de kouign amann J'ai fait miam miam miam Par ici le croque-madame

J'fais monter la mayo (x3) Pour le poulet... (suite incompréhensible)

T'as cru qu'il était gentil Parce qu'il portait un képi Mais c'était que du mépris Il t'a tej comme un débris

#sorry this got VERY long 😅#well that's what you get for making me debrief a whole episode in one ask lol #ask #anon #julia's adventures with the hpi anon #hpi #hpi analysis #hpi season 3 #hpi tf1 #tf1 hpi

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atopearth · 2 years ago

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Cupid Parasite Part 4 - Gill Lovecraft Route

Time for Gill, the guy with the same love match as me hahaha. Let's see if I think he's too much like I did in the common route lol😅 LOL a wall of text omgg, Gill is pretty nuts, I can feel the pressure through the screen😂 I legit couldn't help but facepalm when Gill rocked up with a bouquet of red roses like omgggg. Lollll when he started acting like a butler and giving her his hand when there were only three steps of stairs😂 I like his initiative in just going for it and holding her hand but I didn't really like his mindset of "it's a date so he doesn't need to ask if he can", like yeah, you don't need to ask for permission for everything, but you also need to be considerate and think about your partner. I can see why Lynette is drained lol, it's very exhausting to be with Gill because it's like he's babying you as if you aren't capable of doing anything.

Loll so Lynette's name is the name of the heroine in that drama or movie she watched with her aunt? Hahaha! Honestly though, I think Gill looked better back in the day lol. I guess I can see why Gill thinks that he needs to be so accommodating. He's still stuck in the past to when Lynette first came to the human world and knew absolutely nothing and needed Gill to teach her everything about daily life and common sense etc. I don't blame him that he thinks that he needs to be like that, but at the same time he needs to see Lynette for who she is now and not who she was before. She's grown so much from that little girl back then and I'd say she has more common sense than him now lol. Anyway, Gill being stuck in the past hurts because it's something so relatable that it's sad tbh. Especially when he reminisced about when Lynette put too much laundry detergent in the washing machine and made their apartment full of bubbles lol, it's like he remembers everything but she's moved on from that life a long time ago already, which is understandable considering how long it's been, but I can see how sad it is to think about how close you used to be with someone but feel like you barely know them now.

Honestly, Gill isn't too bad, but yeah, the fact that he builds his life around love is not my thing. He literally chose his job and everything to make time for a romance that wasn't even blossoming! Even though Gill is overbearing (especially with the messages saying he arrived a whole hour early lol), I think having someone so genuinely appreciate your existence is very heartwarming. Lol, legit everything about Gill is him accommodating to become the ideal man for Lynette, like it's good dedication but yeah lol. Awww Gill looks so cool and cute in a white suit!! He definitely looks better without glasses imo. LMAO at the memory of Gill saying he would carry Lynette everywhere so she didn't need to walk😂😂 Gill really needs to consider other people's feelings more. It's surprising that even though Lynette told him back in the day to not treat her like a child that he's still like this trying to do everything for others and not reflecting on it. I guess it's hard to change how you are when you're so accustomed to it. LOL Claris is so straightforward, love how she just told Lynette that Gill was always awkward at breakfast back in the day because he for some reason always had wet dreams about Lynette when Claris was home😂😂 I agree with Claris, Gill got what he deserved with spamming Lynette with all those messages from the beginning of the day until their "date" causing her phone battery to die, like omggg. Gill is probably the perfect maid with how attentive he is to drink refills and everything lol. He does all the house chores, cooks dinner and everything, he really helps Lynette relax after a long day lol. But it seems that he's working until late at night to do all this so it's not good at all! Gill really needs to know his limits, he'll burn out at this rate.

They can't introduce Gill's brother but not give him a character sprite!! He would be so hot!!😭😭 Lol at how similar the brothers are in how they dedicate their whole lives for the person they like. At least Galen is engaged to the one he likes though so it makes sense that he wants to do whatever he can to keep their relationship and her happy enough that he would lie about liking something she loves. Even though Gill needed Lynette's encouragement and reassurance that she loves people who strive to achieve their dreams, it's still good for him that he's remembered what he likes to do and wants to work towards that now. Personally, I feel like it's kinda weird how attached Lynette is to Gill haha. I know she's grateful to him especially since he taught her so many things, but at the same time her missing him so much just because he's constantly working now is kinda awkward? Haha, sometimes I wonder if it's more guilt because she feels like he's so devoted to her that he's still cooking for her despite his crazy schedule and she's "touched" by that feeling that she needs to reciprocate somehow as some sort of responsibility. Obviously it's not necessarily that, but I honestly lean more towards it being like that than it actually being romantic love, because I don't feel like they really connect at all other than Gill pampering her all the time with his excessive "love".

Gotta love Raul, only he would think UFO sightings are actually some sort of god sighting instead🤣 Lolll at Lynette trying to take a bath with Gill back in the past haha. Anyway, considering how helpful and considerate Gill was from her perspective in the past, it's kinda silly but also saddening to see that they didn't communicate at all until they reunited at Cupid Corp. Anyway, at least the confession didn't drag on for too long and Lynette finally told him how she feels. LMAO at Mars using a rooster to look for Lynette😂 It's kinda funny how she's got an arrow to break up relationships that aren't linked by fate, sounds bad but it's just all the toxic relationships so it's a good thing. Although I understand Lynette's misunderstanding and frustration, I'm surprised she doesn't really believe Gill at all, especially since she knows how much Gill loves her. Well, let me just say that when they kept emphasising how much Gill loved cars, I didn't expect them to go wild and literally let him fulfil his dream of driving a flying car (with the help of Cupid's bow as an energy source) named Bumblepig (lmao) to reach Celestia so he can see Lynette again. Oh wait?! Is Mars making up lists to break up any couple with any sort of problem just to make Lynette stay in Celestia? Or these gods are really just that controlling over nothing? Wow, Gill has a folder of secret photos he took of Lynette eating and sleeping??? I don't know why Lynette is swooning because what the heckk loll. He's super obsessed, it's definitely more creepy than touching lol. Anyway, lmao at Bumblepig honking every time someone talks to him or is talking about him😂😂 Well, as expected, Gill takes over the company, yay~ Lmao, I didn't expect his brother's dream to have been to open a burger shop though, that was random but cute. Awww, even though I'm not a fan of Gill, their wedding CG is so cutee! I like the ending where Gill continues his career path as an author, I think it suits him. Omg at that bad ending where Gill pampers Lynette and she just stays at home doing nothing for the rest of her life lollll, that's actually very scary but it's exactly what I thought would happen if no one stopped Gill or if Lynette got a bit mentally weak and let Gill take over her life😅

Overall, I wanted to keep an open mind for Gill but even with that, I still don't think I like him lol. Personally, I didn't mind the flashbacks because they were rather cute in their own way, but it also highlighted how Lynette's existence and actions basically dictates his life without question. He doesn't doubt anything and only follows and "loves" her in his obsessed way which is very unhealthy and definitely not a romantic relationship. Honestly, I think if the route gave a reason for his obsession, I might have been more chill with it, but he's just basically obsessed because she was cute, naive, kinda nice and liked his last name loll. Anyway, it just felt like he didn't love her and make her life better or anything, he just selfishly wants her to kinda be like his doll and it's just weird. Gill eventually gets a bit better by the end imo but I still find the way Lynette so easily accepted all his creepy antics as "love" and appreciated him always being there very awkwardly done, so it made it difficult for me to really enjoy their relationship either since it felt very uncomfortable. I think Gill feeling like he couldn't live in a world without her just made me feel even more like that. Otherwise, the transforcar and stuff was pretty silly but cute. The CGs were nice and I think I like Lynette's wedding dress in this route the most. But yeah, I did enjoy seeing Gill remember the things he wanted to do in the past and achieving them, but I guess it always irked me how nearly everything he did was because the heroine basically "told him to" and that's why he pursued it, like yeah he still made the decision, but Gill is exactly what I never want to ever become, someone who lives their life revolving around their partner. Honestly, I wish I liked Gill because I really like his appearance haha, too bad I guess!

#Cupid Parasite

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thewollfgang · 1 year ago

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Heyho, BG Anon back in your asks again. 😎 I'm in the Spooky Place™ and I found the inn. Jaheira is such a badass. She would definitely make me cry irl but I would totally respect that ngl, she's cool like that. Dammon the blacksmith is such a sweetie and should be praised nonstop for his efforts in trying saving our best girl Karlach. If she dies I'll never recover, swear.

Ravens were cool until I got jumped by an unkindness of them while walking about in the Spooky Place™. It gave me war flashbacks of watching The Birds (1963) when I was a kid. It was like 2006, I have no idea why it was playing on tv and I have no idea why my parents let me watch it but it had made me terrified of birds for a while.

My sister asked me why I give our beloved vampire preferential treatment and it gave me the perfect chance to say: "What do you mean I'm biased and don't love all my companions? I love Astarion and all non-Astarions equally." XD

BGGGGG

I literally checked my inbox before bed just in case there was an ask from you! I love Jaheria so much I want her to adopt me. It's too bad I'm playing a chaotic neutral bard, but I think he won her over even if he didn't drink her truth serum.

The fact that Karlach cannot romance Dammon is a crime Larian needs to be held accountable for. Shy craftsman blacksmith pining for brash, beautiful solider?? It writes itself!

I thought the ravens were HILARIOUS. I mowed them all down with Spirit Guardians. They kept running into the field to get to me and insta-dying 😂 (I have not seen The Birds but I know it would scare me because I frighten easily and so I would like to continue to have not seen The Birds)

Listen, Astarion and [looks at smudged writing on hand] Shart, Lazy, and Gill are my best friends. (I am exempting Wyll from this joke because he is a beautiful boy who has done no wrong)

I'm super excited for you to move into the Thorm's areas and how sad and creepy it gets! Make sure you hit moonrise towers before pursuing Kennic though. The game makes it seem like you ought to follow him first (and like get the weapon or weakness of his or whatever) but ignore that. Go check out the tower and surrounding areas before you do the rest, it kicks off the quest line a lot better :D

#bg3 #Bg anon #asks #anonymous

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gingernut1314 · 1 year ago

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Songbird Pt. 3

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: You had been waiting for Buggy to get his body for days now, but now that the moment presents itself, you find you don't want to let him go. Because despite both of your dirty murmurings and promises in the dark, you knew he was going to leave as soon as his head was reattached to his neck and you would be left behind. Left to wonder what exactly could have been if you chased after him.

Tags: Angst, smut (hand job, semi-public, p in v, standing, from behind, hand over mouth, caught)

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: So this got a little long so I decided to break it up into 2 parts...sooo expect 1 more part after this lol. Sorry, I go waaaayy overboard sometimes. I just can't help it 😂. I hope you all enjoy!!

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes (thank you again for requesting! ❤️❤️)

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Gods you hated these pirate fishmen. Hated that nothing seemed to be able to penetrate their stupidly strong skin and hated that they were getting the best of you. And you absolutely hated that they had tried to drown you in their stupid pool, making your hair a sopping wet mess and the make-up you had spent nearly hours applying run.

You’d ended up getting away thanks to the soft gills the fishmen drowning you had on his neck. Gills that were the perfect size to shove your dagger into and cut into the sensitive flesh there.

“What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill me!” Buggy’s muffled voice shouted from within the satchel bag strapped around your shoulder as you pulled yourself from the pool.

“Fuck you! I almost drowned!” You shouted back. “And now my make-up is ruined!” You said on a little whimper before scanning the area for any immediate threats. There were none.

“Oh boo-hoo! Mine is too! And you have this special ability where you can USE YOUR HANDS to help you not DROWN!” You gave a dramatic huff as you pulled yourself to your feet, wiping your fingers under your eyes to try and get rid of the mascara that you knew was streaming down your face. “Get me back to my body! We’re close. I can feel my toes.”

You had spotted Buggy’s body upon entering Arlong Park. Had purposely been avoiding going near it for this exact reason. To avoid Buggy’s escape.

“No.” Buggy gave a dramatically frustrated sound as you made your way over to Zoro and Sanji, who had just gotten done killing off a couple more of the enemy.

“I saw you get pulled into the water. Are you alright?” Zoro asked as you came up to the two men.

“Yes--” You started but Buggy cut you off.

“Oh, I’m so sad! I got a little wet and now I’m not camera ready. Oh boo-hoo-hoo. I’m going to go cry about it to my fucking whipped-to-hell boyfriend.” Buggy said, his voice just the tiniest bit higher as to try and mock you. Zoro blinked unamused down at the satchel bag while Sanji narrowed his eyebrows in a pissed-off manner, looking almost personally pissed off at Buggy’s comment.

“How dare you--” Sanji started as if he was going to defend your honor, something you didn’t need him to do whatsoever. You shook your head, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull his attention away from the bag.

“It’s fine. He’s just throwing a temper tantrum because he wants his body back.” You huffed, taking your hand back and running it through your hair to keep it out of your face. “What’s the verdict on that?” Sanji looked back to Zoro who was already looking to him, a shrug on his shoulders.

“Songbird. Pretty boy. Shithead.” You rolled your eyes at Buggy’s continued talking. “Trust me. I can help you guys win this thing.”

“No one here trusts you,” Zoro deadpanned.

“Songbird sure does. Just the other night, she was--” You grabbed hold of his nose and mouth through the bag and pressed hard and blocking his airways with a hiss before he could continue.

“Was that you begging for my forgiveness? Again? Because if that’s not the case I think you could use another dip to wash off the rest of your tacky face paint.” You let go and heard him take a deep inhale of breath.

“Fuck, songbird. That was hot.” You huffed, rubbing your right eye. “So? Can I get my body back?” No. You wanted to say no. Because despite him being a humongous pain in the ass, you enjoyed his teasing. Enjoyed the late-night dinner talks. Enjoyed the late-night make-out sessions. Enjoyed him between your legs eating you out like it was his last meal on this earth even better.

And maybe this was all because you were horny as hell, but you couldn’t help not wanting to let your fuck buddy go just yet. Not when you wanted to keep talking to him, to keep teasing him, and having--fun. To keep what you had going--whatever the hell that was.

“I think you owe the lady an apology first,” Sanji said, making the clown groan.

“Fine. I’m sorry.” You huffed out your nose before opening the bag, red and white strips flashing up at you as he wiggled around trying to get out.

“I swear, clown. If you screw us over…” Zoro started as you gently scooped Buggy’s head out.

He was. You knew he was. He was going to get his body back and leave and you couldn’t help but feel a bit…disappointed.

You frowned deeply at Buggy as you met his green-blue eyes. He gave you a little clicking wink before his head went flying out of your hands and re-attached itself back onto his neck. You kept that frown as you watched him hop down and hug himself with a bellowing laugh, reveling in the feeling of having control over his body again.

You were happy for him…no more dirty satchel bag, no more getting left in random places, no more body getting used as a punching bag…no more shared hammocks.

Green-blue eyes locked onto yours, that smile of his flattering the slightest bit you might not have caught had you not been watching his face and taking in every little detail you could. If you hadn’t already memorized that face from days and nights spent with him by your side like you were some utter fool.

“Songbird--why such the long face, huh?” He said, hopping out of the wooden carnival game-like structure.

“It’s because of my make-up.” You sarcastically. Buggy gave a little laugh, making his way closer--almost prowling over to you like some flamboyant jungle cat. A prowl that made your body burn alive. Burning in a need to have him. “You going to help us?” You asked, knowing of what was to come clear in your voice. Knowing of the answer, which was a sharp no.

Buggy came to a stop before you, his eyes scanning over your body. A slow, lingering scan that only intensified the need burning within your body.

“I think we talked about what exactly would happen once I got my body back.” You kept your face calm, collected, and overall bored, giving nothing away of your turned-on nature. A nature Buggy was able to pick up on quickly.

“Oh? Cause I seem to remember you saying something about escaping and leaving us high and dry.” He gave a gruff little chuckle, taking another step closer to you. So close he could lean down to look you over more closely. Look you over with eyes that move from your own eyes to your lips and to your breast which your wet shirt clung to. Clung so tight that it, unfortunately for you, showed off the raised peaks of your nipples which had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the man before you.

“I seem to remember something else.” Buggy all but whispered, his gloved hand jutting out to take hold of your chin in a tight manner that felt all too good. That did nothing to help you with your flustered body--had you almost making a naughty little noise you had to bite down.

You’d imaged this moment so many times, in so many different ways. Imagined just how his hands would feel against your skin and how it would feel to have his body over top of yours.

You’d imaged it so many times it was hard not to think of anything else.

The ring of a sword filled your ears and soon Zoro’s blade was pressed against Buggy’s neck. “I would let go of her if I were you,” Zoro spoke dangerously. An equally as dangerous laugh fluttered out of the clown's lips.

“I guess my decision has been made for me,” Buggy said leaning in closer despite the blade pressing sharply to his neck. A blade you all knew would do nothing against him. A blade everyone standing around knew would do no real damage to the clown. “I’ll see you around, songbird.” And before Sanji could shove him away, Buggy was retreating back, middle fingers in the air directed the boy's way.

You hardly heard what he said. Couldn’t hear anything past the pounding in your ears. A pounding that followed the same beat as your throbbing pussy.

Fuck.

You blinked as you watched him rush away. Blinked as he gave you another little wink before disappearing around the bend. Blinked…

“Fuck that clown,” Zoro grumbled angrily.

“Yeah…yeah fuck him.” You said airly as you continued to look in the direction he had disappeared.

If you rushed after him now, you could catch up to him. If you went now, you could grab him and pin him against the back of that rock and fuck him just as you had wanted to fuck him ever since you had first met the man.

Sanji shot you a little concerned look you shooed away with a quick change of your face into that of a bright smile. “So…did we get all those fishy fucks or what?”

It didn’t take you all that long to finish off the last of the fishmen. It didn’t take too long until Luffy, Nami, and Usopp were rejoining you guys. Not long at all before the sunset and a grained celebration was taking place. One you couldn’t think properly enough at that moment to enjoy.

You just kept pacing and pacing and pacing by the open gate, watching the dark road as if something would come up it--someone. Maybe you would rush down it. Rush away and do--something.

All you knew was you felt--restless. Like you needed to move, to run, to do something other than stand around and celebrate.

“You have that look in your eyes.” A cheery voice spoke from next to you, making you nearly start at its sudden appearance. It was your captain, Luffy, who had spoken and he wore a grin on his face as he looked up at you.

“What look?” You narrowed your eyes in question.

“Like you figured something out. Like you need to go out there and grab it--whatever it is.” You blinked at him on a pause.

“I don’t--” You looked back down the path. A path you wanted to take away from here. “I don’t need anything. I’m just tired.”

“Oh, come on. I know you. I know what your dream is. Your dream isn’t to go to the Grand Line. It’s here. In the East Blue.” You shook your head, a huff on your lips, as you thought about what he was implying was your dream.

“My dream--it’s not a dream, Luffy. It’s revenge--”

“Sure, but you want to free people from that evil king. We didn’t end it like you dream of. So, go. Fulfill your dream.” You shook your head again.

“No. You saved my life. I can’t just up and leave--” He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a little shake as you blinked at him.

“You helped save Nami. You helped this island. You never owed me anything, but if fulfilling a debt is what’s keeping you here, consider it fulfilled.” You didn’t know what to say. What to think. He was--letting you go. He wanted you to go…to do what you “dreamed” of doing. “We’ll meet again. I know it.” He smiled brightly up at you.

You--nodded. And you nodded again, a smile coming to your lips.

“Thank you…for everything. You gave freed me. Gave me a second chance.” Luffy waved it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Go. Kick some ass.” You chuckled, turning back towards the road. It seemed so much--bigger now. So far. So open. So--unpredictable. But you loved the unpredictable, always had.

With a quick goodbye, secretly grabbing your bag from where you’d left it near Usopp, who was telling an over-exaggerated version of what had happened during the fight, you headed away from the celebrating townspeople and the Straw Hats. Luffy was right, you would see them again one day, but for now, you had work to do. Work you had dreamed of and plotted of ever since getting rescued from that shit hole.

The sea met you as you made it to the beach, passing the docked Going Merry and heading for where you had spotted some of Arlong’s smaller ships. And as you walked, ocean waves crashing at your feet, you began to hum. A hum that grew into soft lyrics you didn’t let get too loud in case there was any trouble.

Strong hands grabbed hold of you, one finding its way over your mouth to keep you from screaming out as they started trying to drag you behind a large boulder. You hardly thought as you punched your attacker in the balls, resulting in them giving a sharp shout and curse, letting you go.

You paused at the sound of that voice. It’d been hours--almost half a day since he’d run off. There was no way…You spun around quickly, finding the pirate clown clutching at his crown jewels and looking very much pained and shocked you had done such a thing.

“What’d you do that for!” He hushly hissed at you.

“What did--you can’t just grab people and expect them not to punch you in the dick!” You shouted at him exaggerated. Something like panic flashed in Buggy’s eyes as he grabbed your hand and pulled you further around the boulder, shushing you. “Don’t shush--” Buggy’s gloved hand came up and covered your mouth.

“Songbird, I love your voice but you gotta keep it down.” He whispered, his body pressing against yours to keep you pinned to the rough surface of the boulder. It was an action that had your stomach jutting around in excitement.

You narrowed your eyes in question up at him. “Marines--they got here a few minutes ago. Docked nearby.” He whispered. Marines? You hadn’t seen any single ship in the sea nearby. How had you missed them?

You watched as his green-blue eyes move from your face to look to the side, listening for any sort of Marine-type sounds. And, despite your life possibly being in danger, you couldn’t help your needy body. Couldn’t help getting all so horny again. Especially when he was pinning you like this--his body flush against yours and his hand pressing just tight enough over your mouth to keep any sound from spilling from your lips.

And you definitely couldn’t help your hands from moving along his stomach to pull him that much closer. To feel his strong body through his clothes. Green-blue eyes found yours again, looking at you like you had gone crazy.

“What are you doing?” He whispered on a near hiss, but it only grew your neediness. Only had you running your fingers down his sides, finding his belt. A blet your fingers moved along to get back to the front, tugging on them in a sharp movement that had Buggy gritting his teeth to keep from making a sound.

“Songbird…” He warned, his voice growing deeper and more dangerous. A voice that reverberated through your body. Fuck, it was a sound had wanted to hear direct at you like this for a long while.

Your fingers continued to mess with his belt, unlooping it slowly as if to give Buggy enough time to shoo you away. Enough time to push off you, but Buggy started, letting you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, his breath growing heavier and heavier by the second.

Keeping your slow pace, you reached your hand into his pants, and as soon as your fingers wrapped his hardened cock, Buggy all but stumbled forward, a leg between your legs to try and keep himself from falling over. His thigh pressed against your pussy in a way that drove you crazy, and couldn’t help yourself as your hips began to move back and forth. Could help and trying to get any sort of traction to help please your needy body.

As you began to pump him nice and slow, his heavy breath became uneven and strained. A breath he panted in your ear as he rested his head against your cheek.

“Fuck, songbird.” He huffed in your ear. “So good--” The hand not pressed against your mouth wrapped around one of your breasts, giving it a nice, tight squeeze that had a small sound rumbling in your throat.

Gods you needed him. You needed him so bad it was a problem. Such a problem it slipped into your dreams, only ever adding to your restless neediness.

You used your other hand to pull his pants down just that much more so you could free his cock from its confines. A cock that you continued to pump even as you fumbled to unbutton your own pants.

On a breathy, quiet moan, Buggy helped you yank your own pants down as far as the both of you could reach before he flipped you around. He never once moved his hand from your mouth, keeping you from talking out. It was all so intoxicating.

Buggy kicked your legs as far apart as the pants now around your knees would allow before running the head of his dick through your dripping folds. You gave a whimpering moan against his hand, moving your hips to try and get more, more, more.

Buggy’s lips found your neck, kissing it as he sunk ever so slowly into you. It had been too long since you’d been fucked, so his slowness was much needed as your pussy made room for his cock. As he moved further within you, you took account of every sensetion his cock shot through you--took account of every bit of soft skin and vein that rubbed against your inner walls.

Once he was fully seated in you, hips flush against your ass, your pussy clenched around his cock as if it could keep him there.

“Fuck…” He cursed lowly against your neck, his stubble rubbing the sensitive skin there in a way that only added to the pleasure flowing through you. “Songbird, You feel just as good as you taste.” You gave another moan that was muffled by his hand. His other hand moved under your shirt to wrap around your breast once more, squeezing it just as tight.

“Gods, you know I dreamed about this? You know I couldn’t wait to get my body back just so I could get you all to myself like this. To be this deep within you--feel you’re sweet, sweet pussy around my cock.” He whispered lowly.

You wanted to tell him you dreamed of the same thing. Thought you were going to go crazy if you had to go another day without his cock in you, but that hand stayed put. Kept your head resting against his shoulder as he began to move slowly out of you in a frustrating manner.

He thrust back into you, sending shooting waves of pleasure through your body. Waves of pleasure that grew more and more intense as he thrust and thrust into you, his pace quick and merciless.

Gods and you couldn’t help the moans that were rumbling from your throat--moans you could make as loud as you want because they were so muffled against Buggy’s hand, an outside ear might have thought it was just the wind.

But an outside ear would never be able to mistake the slapping sounds of Buggy’s hips hitting your ass as he fucked you. Sounds made slick and wet from your all but drooling pussy and the sweat sliding along both of your skin. An outside ear could never mistake the little huffs and grunts Buggy made to keep from moaning himself as anything other then that.

You reached for his hand and moved it downward, telling him silently you needed him to touch your clit. To rub it in just the same way he had learned to do expertly with his tongue. The coarseness of his glove combined with the steady circling of your clit and ruthless fucking Buggy was dealing you, your finish was being to build and build within you.

“F-Fuck, songbird. I’m gonna come--feel so fucking good I’m gonna come.” You nodded and nodded again, using your free hand to hold on to his hip and try to tell him to keep going. To tell him to last just just a little bit longer--

The sound of boots marching over the sandy shore and the voices of more people than you could pinpoint and count had Buggy pausing. Had tears welling in your eyes at the absolute denial of your orgasm. Buggy cursed sharply in your ear, seeming as if he would pull away but you held him there as best you could. Moved your hips against his as best you could to try and get him to keep going.

“Song--” You shook your head, grabbing hold of his hand and interlocking your fingers with his to further keep him there. You were not going to be denied this much-needed fucking because of a bunch of stuck-up, white shirt wearing marine assholes. Buggy let out a shaking breath as he started up again. A pace that was so painfully slow but necessary if the two of you truly didn’t want to get caught.

That build began again, faster than the first thanks to your already worked-up nature. A build that grew and grew and grew until you were coming around his cock at nearly the same moment he was spilling into you, his grip on your hand and mouth as tight as steal as he fought not to make any noise.

Buggy slummed against you, his breath coming out just as shuddery and stunted as yours. He moved his hand off your mouth to help allow you to catch your help all that much more quick. You gave a hardly audible whimper of his name making the man bite your neck again in a way that had you closing your eyes the smallest bit in pleasure.

The voices continued to rush by, hardly seeming to lessen. Just how many Marines were storming this island? And why? Who had told them of pirates being active on it? Nami had told you and the rest of the Starw Hats there had been a crooked Marine who had been keeping all crimes under wraps.

Just as you were about to reluctantly pull away from Buggy, a soldier came around the corner, belt half undone as if he was going to piss back here.

All three of you froze, the marine’s face turning up into that of utter shock.

“Oh my gods! I’m so sor--wait a second. You’re Bu--” A detached arm came flying off of Buggy’s body and his hand wrapped around the Marine's throat, shoving him to the ground as he struggled to fight off the limb. His fight lessened and lessened and soon he was laying half-dead in the dirty mixed sand.

If you were being honest with yourself, watching Buggy choke out that Marine had been hot. So hot you almost begged him to fuck you again.

“Fuck.” You and Buggy both hissed as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty without his warmth in and on top of you. There was no time to complain, though. Not when you two had attacked a Marine.

You both were quick to pull your pants back up, hardly caring about cleaning up and rebuckling belts before you were taking hold of Buggy’s hand and running deeper into the forest that boarded the beach.

“Is your crew here?” You asked, looking back only for a split second to find him rolling his eyes.

“No.” He all but growled angrily. “They’re no doubt falling apart without me. Probably panicked and stayed away when they saw those Marine vessels sailing this way. I was waiting for my next escape route when you showed up.” He said, taking a few seconds pause. “Wait--why are you down here?”

“Luffy’s letting me go.” You said on a huff as your lungs began to burn from the running. Running like this you hadn’t done much of. “There are a few ships just--”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Buggy pulled you to a stop, making you all but whip around to stare at him like he had gone crazy. Those Marines would notice one of their comrades missing very quickly if they hadn’t already. They would find him passed out and go on a witch hunt to find who attacked him and Buggy was making it very easy to be found. “You’re leaving? What about that stretchy kid you owe your life to?” You peered behind Buggy to make sure no one was coming up behind you guys.

“He wants me to “fulfill my dream”. Said I’d repaid him enough. So…” You gestured with your hand in the direction you had been trying to pull him in. “Let’s get going while the goings hot, yeah?” Buggy still kept you paused in your spot, watching you like he almost didn’t believe what you were saying.

“What’s your dream?” He asked on a breath. It was a question you hadn’t really thought or had been prepared for him to ask. Something that surprised you and had you almost forgetting about the Marines just past the forest brush.

“I’m going to kill that fucking king who kept me as a slave.”

“That’s some dream.” You shrugged, flashing him a smile.

“It’ll take time to time fully plan out, but you gotta start somewhere.” You moved closer to him, taking the smallest bit of time to rebuckle his belt. “Maybe, during that time, we could put on a show or two of Buggy’s Singing Songbird?” Buggy blinked down at you with those long lashes of his. Blinked like he really didn’t believe what you were saying now.

“Really?” You nodded up at him as something like excitement and maybe even nerves flooded his green-blue eyes.

“Really, but a show won’t happen if we’re caught and executed by Marines.” Buggy snapped out of whatever questiony mood he had been in and nodded.

“Let’s get the hell out of here then.”

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alloftheimaginess · 3 years ago

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Christmas Eve

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 827

Lol I’ve really been in a festive mood when it’s come to writing so you all get my Christmas imagines featuring all of my favorite Christmas songs😂😂

"Hey" Spencer says when he walks in.

"Hey" I say looking up from wrapping the gifts and he sets his bag by the door and he comes over to me and kisses me and I kiss him back.

"Sorry I'm late" he says.

"It's fine, I got the kids to sleep early but there's no telling how long they'll be asleep so I'm trying to get everything done now" I say and he nods.

"Let me help" he says and I nod.

"You can bite the cookies we made and drink some of the milk" I say.

"That I can do" he says going over and he reads the letter.

"Dear Santa please enjoy, enjoy is spelt with an I" he says laughing and I smile.

"The cookies that me and my little brothers Max and Theo. Brothers spelt like bothers" he says.

"I mean it works either way. They have been driving her crazy" I say laughing and he laughs.

"Made for you and thank you for all the gifts you'll give us. Max made you the reindeer one and Theo made you the star and I made you the Christmas tree one so taste them and let us know which one was better love Rae" he reads and he picks up the star and I laugh at the face he makes.

"Did he put enough frosting and sprinkles?" He asks and I laugh harder.

"Just for Santa" I say and he bites it.

"Jesus Theo" he whispers and I grab the next gift as he struggles to swallow it.

"Wash it down with some milk Father Christmas" I say and he drinks some of it.

"At least Rae decided to be nice to Santa and make it easy to eat" he says picking it up and he bites it.

"You made these cookies?" He asks and I hum.

"Are there more?" He asks.

"Yeah, I put you some in a tin without frosting" I say and he smiles at me.

"Thank you" he says.

"Of course" I say and he bites Theo's.

"What's my next task as santa?" He asks.

"Those carrots for the reindeer you can chop them in half and take multiple bites of the bottom piece and lay them around outside so it looks like they ate them before taking off" I say.

"And Santa doesn't have manners so he throws them on the ground" he says and I laugh.

"I mean yeah, this is the man who sneaks into your house when you're asleep" I say and he laughs.

"Good point" he says grabbing the carrots and he chops them up and I finish the last gift and I put them under the tree and he comes back out.

"Before you go, I laid some glitter flour by the fireplace so step in that and leave a trail of it to the tree and then on your way to put the carrots outside" I say and he hums and I turn around and he's watching me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing. I'm just watching you go all out" he says and I smile.

"I never had a magical childhood moment so when we got married it was all I was excited for" I say.

"Well we have until max decides that we're not cool enough for him" he says and I wrap my arms around his waist and I lean my head up and he kisses me.

"Thank you for giving me this" I say.

"Thank you for giving me this" he says.

"Eight years ago to this exact date I was just headed to work, it was a normal day and I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary and then you ran into me throwing my whole day off. I would have never thought I'd be married let alone to the art student wearing the cow print pants who spilt her coffee down the front of my shirt" he says and I laugh.

"I'm still sorry about that" I say and he laughs.

"Eight years later, six years of marriage and a six, five and three year old" he says.

"Thank you for taking a chance on me" he whispers and I kiss him before I pull away.

"I would do it every time. Now we should finish up I'm tired and I want to cuddle and watch Home Alone" I say.

"Let me go finish my Santa duties" he says going to the flour and the glitter and he makes footprints to the front door and he throws the carrots around and he takes his boots off before coming inside and I go put the chopped up carrots in the soup and I turn it on low and I put the top back on and I set the table for breakfast in the morning and I clean the kitchen and I go into the living room to make sure everything looks good and I rearrange some things and when I'm done Spencer comes downstairs in the pajamas and he sits on the couch and he opens his arms and I fall into them and he wraps them around me and I grab the remote putting the movie on and we fall asleep

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cheesybadgers · 2 years ago

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(GO TO PART 2 AND PART 3)

PART 1

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while and just never got round to it, but figured now was finally the time!

This post is basically a bunch of random trivia and references for OHDH based on stuff I’ve researched when writing. There are a few things in my next couple of chapters that I thought warranted further explanation if anyone is interested. And well even if they’re not, it’s handy for me to refer to when I no doubt forget things 😂

I’ll keep adding to it as much as I can, including going back to older chapters whenever I think of anything.

1. The bombing in Madrid that happens whilst Horacio is living there in chapter 6 actually happened in real life in 1992, which is the year I placed Horacio in Spain.

2. The crucifix necklace that features throughout the fic was based on the chain we see around Carrillo’s neck in the scene below (and the screencap doubles as a nice bit of eye sex as well 😉). I just headcanoned it had a cross attached to it, seen as we see him praying with Trujillo and I think it’s highly likely he had a Catholic upbringing in Colombia.

3. Linking on from the above, thanks to this post I also found out part-way through writing the fic that there was a prop necklace made for season 2, but we never see it on screen (we were robbed!!).

I don’t know if this is the same one from season 1, I suspect it’s not otherwise why would the auction not mention that? Plus the one above appears to be silver (although the lighting is terrible in that scene so who knows?!).

The auction page says the following about the prop, along with a charm bracelet:

Now, I haven’t been able to fathom out what they mean re: the charm bracelet tbh. Because the first time we see it is when Steve goes to dinner with Connie in The Enemies of My Enemy:

He gives it to Connie to give to Olivia, but Connie tells him to keep it because he needs the luck. This scene takes place after they visit Juliana Carrillo, but what I don’t get is a) Why would Steve still have it after visiting Juliana if he was supposed to give it back to her? and b) If it is supposed to be Carrillo’s, what was he doing with it when he died? Because he clearly wasn’t wearing it lol. I can only think his wife/daughter gave him it for good luck and he just carried it around on him, which is a thought I have a lot of feelings about 😭❤️

Anyway...I digress lol. As for Carrillo’s necklace, I ran with the auction site saying the medallion is of a deity, and after falling down multiple research holes, I found out there is a Colombian deity called Bochica.

Bochica looks like this:

I went through all of the Colombian deities and to me, the medallion looks most like Bochica out of all of them.

Now, this is where I lost my mind slightly. Because Colombian mythology states that Bochica is the God of morals and laws 👀👀 So, I can only assume it was a deliberate choice by the writing team/prop department to include Bochica on Carrillo’s necklace. Which makes it even more of a crying shame that we never saw it in the show!

Linking back to OHDH for a second, as I’d already given Horacio the crucifix necklace by the time I was aware of this prop, in chapter 14 I decided to add a second one that belonged to Horacio’s dad instead. And it may make another appearance in a future chapter 😉

4. In chapter 13, Horacio talks about celebrating Día de las Velitas every Christmas (the candles in the guesthouse were his own tribute to it). It translates to ‘Day of the Little Candles’ in English and is celebrated on 7th December in Colombia. In the same chapter, Javier also mentions Las Posadas which is celebrated in various Latin American countries and Mexico between 16th and 24th December.

5. In chapter 13, the song on the radio at Chucho’s celebration meal is Look At Us by Vince Gill. Because the lyrics just felt apt for where Javier and Horacio were at by this point of their relationship ❤️

6. If you want an idea of what I had in mind for ranch!Horacio in chapter 13 (when Javier can’t control himself in the kitchen 😉), this is basically it:

This is Maurice Compte in There is a New World Somewhere (which you should definitely watch if you haven’t already btw) and even though I wrote a damn fic about this film lol, I had forgotten he wears this outfit. And it wasn’t until I went looking for gifs of Maurice wearing jeans (because I just couldn’t imagine Horacio wearing them for some reason 😂) that I realised he was basically ranch!Horacio 👀

7. The scenes between Horacio and Chucho in chapter 15 were slightly inspired by the fact that both Maurice Compte and Edward James Olmos starred together in Mayans MC. I remember watching Mayans early last year after I’d started OHDH and could not believe my luck, because their interactions in that were kinda how I imagined Horacio and Chucho (although Chucho doesn’t at any point attempt to kill Horacio, unlike their respective characters in Mayans 😂). The scene of Horacio drinking on the porch and of Chucho covering Horacio with a blanket were nods to similar scenes the actors shared in Mayans MC.

8. Speaking of Edward James Olmos, in chapter 15, Horacio finds a book on Javier’s shelf called With His Pistol in His Hand by Américo Paredes. A film adaptation was made of it in 1983 called The Ballad of Gregorio Cortez starring none other than, you’ve guessed it...Edward James Olmos. The detail of Javier and Horacio watching the film serves no purpose other than a fun Easter egg for my own amusement tbh 😂

There are also a few other literary references in the same scene as the above that I thought were kind of apt: Rosario Castellanos (a Mexican author/poet), One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin

9. In chapter 15, Chucho talks about making an altar for Mariana each Día de Muertos, which translates in English to the Day of the Dead and is celebrated in Mexican culture on 1st and 2nd November.

A large part of my inspiration for this came from a book called Everyone Knows You Go Home by Natalia Sylvester which I highly recommend.

10. Whilst on the subject of other books I’ve read that have inspired me for this fic, here are a few more (and I’ll add any others I read in the future):

Like This Afternoon Forever by Jaime Manrique

Fruit of the Drunken Tree by Ingrid Rojas Contreras

Under the Mesquite by Guadalupe Garcia McCall

11. In the opening scene of chapter 16, Chucho is cooking with a Mexican spice called epazote. And ok so this is really random, but I have to thank this interview with Tony Dalton (Lalo from Better Call Saul) who is from Laredo, for educating me on the existence of this spice. He talks in that interview about how he schooled the BCS writers on authentic Mexican cooking and got them to change a line in the script to include epazote. So, I thought why not use it here when I’m writing about characters in Laredo?! Frijoles de la Olla is also a Mexican bean dish that uses epazote in the recipe.

12. In the scene where Javier and Horacio reunite, I kind of had the bottom gif from this post in mind, which is a scene from another Maurice Compte film called I Do. Obvs Horacio is wearing a cowboy hat as well, but you get the idea 😉

13. In chapter 16, when Javier tells Horacio everything about Los Pepes and Bill Stechner, I expanded on the canon detail that Bill Stechner was an instructor at the School of the Americas and was involved with conflict in Nicaragua, and decided that it was highly likely Horacio and probably Javier as well, would have received some sort of SOA-related training.

As is so often the case, I got sucked down a research rabbit hole and ended up reading this book: The School of the Americas: Military Training and Political Violence in the Americas by Lesley Gill

This was an interesting paragraph that made me think of a certain scene in Narcos, I can’t imagine why 👀

14. Chapter 16 is named after Like a Prayer by Madonna because it just suited the mood and also, some of the lyrics are so them ❤️

15. The show sets Javier’s and Horacio’s trip to Tolú in December 1989, but never specifies a date. My anniversary with my husband also happens to be in December, so in chapter 17, I may have given them the same anniversary 😳

EDIT TO ADD: Erm, the show actually did specify a date for their trip to Tolú. And you'll never believe which date:

For some reason, I only noticed this in August 2023, so there you are, they actually do share my anniversary based on canon's timeline of events 👀👀👀

16. The song they dance to in chapter 17 is Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley. I kind of need to do a shoutout to The Killers for covering the song and planting the idea in my head to use it here after setting up in chapter 15 that Javier kept Mariana’s records in his bedroom ❤️

17. The poetry book Javier gifts to Horacio in chapter 17 was heavily based on An Anthology of Spanish Poetry: From the Beginnings to the Present Day, Including Both Spain and Spanish America by John Armstrong Crow. I particularly wanted to include Federico García Lorca because he was a gay Spanish poet, who was tragically assassinated for his socialist political views.

18. Thank you to this post for helping me figure out that ‘Mi hogar’ was the right Spanish phrase for ‘My home’ ❤️

19. There’s also a callback in chapter 17 to Horacio discovering Javier’s copy of Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin in chapter 15. Weirdly, I included this detail before I read or knew anything about Swimming in the Dark by Tomasz Jedrowski, in which the gay main character bonds with his boyfriend over Giovanni’s Room. The way I SCREAMED when I read Swimming in the Dark, having already included a reference to Giovanni’s Room in chapter 15 👀👀

20. I’ve already mentioned Las Posadas in chapter 13 and seen as chapter 17 takes place a year after chapter 13, I thought I’d go into more detail about the celebrations. You can read more about the significance of the piñata and various traditions here and here.

21. Chapter 17 mentions Día de los Reyes Magos, which takes place on 6th January and closes out the festive season. Rosca de Reyes (Kings’ Loaf) is a type of sweet bread traditionally eaten on this day.

22. Fiesta San Antonio is references in chapter 17 and is an annual festival that takes place in San Antonio every April. Cascarones are a tradition at the festival, where confetti-filled eggs are cracked over the heads of your friends and loved ones (I loved discovering this fact!).

23. I did a lot of reading about Madrid and Spain for chapters 18 and 19, so I’ll talk about the books I found the most useful here:

Snow on the Atlantic: How Cocaine Came to Europe by Nacho Carretero

This book was INVALUABLE in helping me link together Spain and Colombia with regards to drug trafficking (of which I knew nothing about beforehand, funnily enough). In fact, it’s now my headcanon that this is what Horacio would have been involved with when he was exiled to Madrid in the show lol. Galicia is a region of Spain where drug trafficking clans operate and they ship product in from Colombia to distribute through Europe. Weirdly, I saw a news story about this in the UK the other day (April 2023) where traffickers were using submarines to smuggle cocaine off the Spanish coast, so this kind of thing very much still goes on!

There was also a line in the book about Pacho Herrera visiting the clans in Galicia back in the 80s/90s, so that’s where I got that line from in chapter 18.

Operación Nécora is covered in the book, but you can also read more about it here as well (this was another namedrop in the conversation between Horacio and Álvaro).

The Book of Casey Adair by Kevin Harvey

A book about gay characters living in Madrid in the 80s – perfect research! I do have more to say about this one, but I’ll save it for after chapter 19 has been posted.

For any Pedro fans interested in A Strange Way of Life that’s coming out later this year, Pedro Almod��var gets mentioned quite a bit in this book!

Without a Second Thought: A Memoir of Life in Franco's Madrid by Diane Lorz Benitez

This was a memoir of an American woman living in Madrid in the 70s and 80s, so just at the end and immediately after the Franco regime. Again, I will say more about this book after chapter 19 has been posted.

24. The bombing that killed Álvaro’s brother, Jaime, is based on the one that actually happened in Madrid in 1993. Please note I have not based Jaime on any of the real victims; the date of the bombing just fit the timeline of the story.

25. El Retiro Park exists in real life Madrid, as does the Fuente del Ángel Caído (fun fact: it sits 666 metres above sea level 😈), the Palacio de Cristal, the lake and the Monument to Alfonso XII.

26. La Semana Santa is Holy Week in Spain, which begins on Palm Sunday and ends on Easter Sunday. If you’re alarmed by some of the outfits shown in that link, don’t be, as they came first and it was a certain white supremacist group who did the cultural appropriation.

Some of the foods referenced in chapter 19 are traditionally eaten during La Semana Santa. Here are a few recipes: Espinacas con Garbanzos, Croquetas de Bacalao, Bartolillos Madrileños, Buñuelos de Viento, Flores Fritas and Torrijas.

27. I previously mentioned reading Without a Second Thought: A Memoir of Life in Franco’s Madrid by Diane Lorz Benitez (see point 23). In chapter 19 of OHDH, Señora Romero talks about hiding people from raids back in the days of Franco. This book references such raids by Franco’s men during the Spanish Civil War and explains how the porter in the author's apartment building used to hide people like this. So, given the age of Señora Romero, I decided she would have been in Madrid around this time and it felt fitting for her character to have put her neck on the line for others.

28. While on the subject of historical Madrid, I also previously mentioned reading The Book of Casey Adair by Kevin Harvey (see point 23 again), which follows a gay American postgrad student living in Madrid at the start of the ‘80s. It focuses largely on his personal relationships and sexuality, the political upheaval in Spain around that time and also the HIV/AIDS crisis.

I cried my eyes out at the ending, and it got me thinking about my own fic. When I first started it, I wasn’t expecting it to become so detailed with history and realism beyond what we see in Narcos, so I didn’t plan on talking about HIV/AIDS at all. But now we’re here and research has become a big part of the process for me, so even though I didn’t want it to be a significant subplot (because there's enough going on already), I wanted to at least acknowledge the existence of HIV/AIDS in a story about bisexual men set in the ‘80s/'90s. And I think it adds another layer to the sense of relief Javier and Horacio are feeling now they’ve come through the other side of everything ❤️

29. In chapter 19, the phone call between Javier and Chucho delves into their family history and gives a bit of backstory about how Chucho’s and Mariana’s parents came from Mexico to the USA. The following book about repatriation of Mexican and Mexican-American people from America in the '30s has been an invaluable resource and I couldn’t have written this scene without it: Decade of Betrayal: Mexican Repatriation in the 1930s by Francisco E. Balderrama

30. I chose Cattleya orchids for Trujillo's wedding, as it's the national flower of Colombia.

31. The church where Trujillo gets married is the same one seen in The Sword of Simón Bolivar (season 1, episode 2) where Javier is anxiously waiting for news from Helena (also just feel the need to say I'm obsessed with the framing of this shot below, it has subtext written all over it lol):

It's the Iglesia del Señor de las Misericordias and the below picture shows the balcony Javier and Horacio talk over more clearly:

32. I included several Colombian wedding traditions in Trujillo's ceremony and the reception (disclaimer: I'm not Colombian and unfortunately have never been to a Colombian wedding, but I've tried my best with research and appreciate some people may do things differently). The candle ceremony, arras coins, mantilla veil, the shoe game and belt contest, La Hora Loca, the bride and groom having godparents (padrinos and madrinas) rather than bridesmaids/best man, Trujillo's guayabera and bandeja paisa are all referenced here and here.

33. Feria de las Flores is a festival of flowers held in Medellín every August.

34. Jardín Botánico de Medellín exists in real life, and really is a stone's throw away from Iglesia del Señor de las Misericordias. However, I may have taken artistic license with the Orquideorama (the orchid canopy under which the reception is held). It does exist as below, but it wasn't actually built until 2006 lol:

I'd already decided on the botanical gardens being the reception venue, then I saw someone's beautiful wedding photos and decided I had to have the Orquideorama and the tables amongst the trees ❤️

35. I won't link each dish separately, but for most of the wedding food, I used this Colombian recipe site for ideas.

36. Cumbia is the national dance of Colombia, so I had to include it in chapter 20.

Lucho Bermúdez was an important influence in cumbia music and you can listen to Tolú here.

I've had a hard time tracking down the origins of Noches de Cartagena. It seems to be one of those old traditional songs that everyone has done a version of, e.g. here's one version that sounds very different to this one. So take your pick!

37. Given Javier's background, I wanted to include something from the Tejano/Texan music world as well: Laura Canales was a Tejano musician and Hank Locklin made country music.

I also want to mention this piece written by a gay Texan man about dance hall life and his sexuality. It's so beautifully written and the lyrics to a Hank Locklin song called Please Help Me, I'm Falling certainly hit different from a queer point of view. Immediately after reading this piece, I wrote Javier's memories of dancing in chapter 20.

38. If anyone didn't already know what shirt stays/garters are, you're welcome:

They're commonly worn in the military/police, apparently, so I figured there's no way Horacio would put up with an untidy shirt 😉

39. Carolina García Velásquez, who is mentioned in the final scene of chapter 20, is the innocent bystander killed by accident in the La Dispensaria raid. The show didn't give her a name, so I did, just to give Horacio some closure really.

40. For some strange reason, the show never gives Trujillo a first name. So, in the OHDH universe, he's called Felipe, just because I thought it suited him tbh lol.

41. I don’t think I’ve ever really mentioned the fact I decided to kill off Horacio’s dad lol. The only reference to Carrillo’s parents in the show seems to be this one-off line by Escobar when he’s having his bitch-off with Horacio over the phone:

So, this suggests in canon, Carrillo’s parents are very much alive and well. But in the OHDH universe, I liked the parallel with Javier losing his mother (seen as it’s very heavily implied she’s no longer around in the show, and I believe the mother of the real life Javier Peña died too) and helped to develop the thread of grief running throughout the fic.

42. I established in chapter 17 that Horacio’s family live in Manizales. So, once I started researching the city and discovered it’s part of the coffee growing region of Colombia, the idea of the coffee farm in chapter 21 just sprung to mind.

43. La Leyenda del Mareco (The Legend of the Mareco), which Horacio tells Javier about in chapter 21, is a story from Antioquian folklore that I came across in my research.

44. The sudado de pollo recipe cooked in chapter 21 is based on this one and this one (for some reason, the voice of the chef in the video totally reminded me of Juliana Carrillo’s lol).

45. The line in chapter 21 about Madrid being good enough for Simón Bolívar stems from the fact he lived there for two years and married a Spanish woman named María Teresa Rodríguez del Toro y Alaysa.

46. The references to La Violencia (The Violence) relate to a civil war that took place in Colombia between the Conversative and Liberal Parties in the ‘40s and ‘50s. Given how old I placed Horacio and Eduardo, it fit that Eduardo would have been a serving police officer around this time, and I liked the parallel of him being as morally conflicted as Horacio ended up becoming.

The Colombian military and the CNP were largely on the side of the Conservatives, and were up to their necks in brutality and corruption (police officers who were known to be Liberals were also kicked out of the force). So, for me, it kind of puts the outrage/surprise in the show at Carrillo’s more extreme methods in a new light, because plenty of police officers/soldiers before him did a lot worse lol.

Ironically, a lot of those displaced in rural areas by La Violencia fled to cities like Medellín and that's how Comuna 13 was born, which obviously went on to become a victim of Escobar's violence.

Some books I read that add a lot more context about this era:

In Evil Hour by Gabriel García Márquez

Blood and Fire: La Violencia in Antioquia, Colombia, 1946-1953 by Mary Roldán

47. Speaking of Gabriel García Márquez, the line Javier quotes to Alejandra in chapter 21 is from One Hundred Years of Solitude (“We came,” they said, “because everyone is coming.”). In the book, it comes after a railroad is built to Macondo (the fictional town the story is set), which sees the beginning of capitalist imperialism in the town as the American banana companies take over and exploit the Colombian workers.

The line before the one Javier quotes is: “Look at the mess we’ve got ourselves into,” Colonel Aureliano Buendía said at that time, “just because we invited a gringo to eat some bananas.”

It just felt like an apt comparison to America’s involvement in the War on Drugs, so that’s how that ended up in there.

48. In the same conversation between Javier and Alejandra in chapter 21, he calls cowboys ‘vaqueros’ whereas she refers to them as ‘llaneros’. ‘Vaquero’ is the Mexican word for ‘cowboy’ and ‘llanero’ is the Colombian equivalent.

49. The two cats in chapters 21 and 22, Caturra and Bourbon, are named after types of coffee beans.

50. In the conversation between Horacio and Elena in chapter 22, I couldn’t have written the parts about the jaguar, snake and condor without Infinite Country by Patricia Engel (I’ll talk about this book more again after chapter 23).

Another book by a Colombian author that inspired me for chapters 21/22 was The Man Who Could Move Clouds: A Memoir by Ingrid Rojas Contreras (the same author as The Fruit of the Drunken Tree, which I’ve mentioned above somewhere).

51. In chapter 22, when Horacio says: “But there can be a certain kind of freedom in the dark....” I have to give a nod to Black Sails. It’s a quote I’ve talked about before on my Tumblr after I realised it had unintentional similarities to chapters 1 and 2 of OHDH (I only watched Black Sails for the first time in 2023, so wasn’t aware of Flint’s quote back in 2021). Obviously, Flint isn’t just talking about queerness in his speech to Silver, but I used light/dark metaphors in a similar way at the start of this fic, so this is just another callback to that.

52. The mention of El Dorado (‘The Golden One’) in chapter 22 is in reference to the Spanish conquistadors’ quest for a hidden city of gold when they came to Colombia and other parts of Latin America. The legend centres on Lake Guatavita (located near current-day Bogotá), which was one of the sacred lakes of the Muisca people (of which Bochica is a deity of). They were said to carry out rituals at the lake involving their leader being covered in gold dust and trinkets/jewellery etc. would be thrown into the water as offerings. The Spanish colonisers found the lake and tried to drain it in order to hunt for gold, but nothing substantial has ever been found. The lake is now a protected area and attempts to drain it are illegal.

53. The Simón Bolívar half-man, half-condor statue in Manizales mentioned in chapter 22 exists in real life:

54. Here’s the Colombian coat of arms referenced in chapter 22, which also forms part of the CNP emblem:

55. Bochica has been mentioned previously, but I added reference to Chibchacum here as well, who was the one to cause the flood that Bochica stopped with a strike of his staff by creating the Tequendama Falls (also near current-day Bogotá).

56. Día de Todos los Santos refers to the Catholic tradition of All Saints Day, which as explained in chapter 22 differs from Día de Muertos. I wanted to show the differences between Colombian and Mexican culture here – and by extension, Horacio’s and Javier’s different experiences - but then also maybe have one kinda influence the other based on Horacio’s time spent in Texas.

57. Calentado is mentioned in chapter 22 and there’s a recipe if you fancy a traditional Colombian breakfast and here’s a recipe for cocadas as well.

58. Eduardo’s term of endearment for Elena is ‘Mi media naranja’, which literally translates from Spanish as ‘My half an orange’ but really means ‘My better half’ or ‘My soulmate’. I went with soulmate in my translation, as it feels more significant/appropriate to me. The reference to a postcard with orange groves on it in Eduardo’s trinket box is also a nod to this nickname, just because lol.

59. In case anyone was wondering, or didn’t pick up on it, the scene towards the end of chapter 22 between Horacio and Javier in the car and looking down on Medellín is the same spot from chapter 5 where they said goodbye before Horacio left for Madrid. It felt like the perfect full circle but everything is obviously different now ❤️

#Narcos #Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo #Javier Peña #Horacio Carrillo #Carrillo #OHDH Trivia #OHDH #My Moodboards

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aviatrickss · 3 years ago

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Thots on The Batman (2022)

Overall thoughts: Best Film???? Also shout-out to Faye who probably has bruises from how much I was excited-smacking her leg during the movie 😔

The opening scene… when they make you think that it’s Bruce and Thomas and Martha about to go see Zorro…. But then it’s NOT, it’s just time for PARALLELISM

The fucking music during the murder…. That shit slapped so hard. Seeing Riddler stand behind him for so long…. The fucking SCREAM he lets out…. It’s so fucking good I’m glad he gets to be spooky

Emo-ass Bruce my beloved… angsty boy… in the shadows…. Spooky dooky man…. He said fuck a clown…

Jim 💜

The kid finding the body….. the kid talking to the police… the fact that they chose to dress the kid in a fucking red hoodie and to give him the classic Robin haircut!!!!!!!

The police bullying Bruce and Bruce being autistic af

They really pulled out the Alfred and Bruce “you’re not my father” angst in the first scene huh

Gordon being so sad about his partner dying and Bruce being like “…he was a cop :/“

Aww but also Bruce being like “duh he’s not gonna kill you jim you’re a good person 🙄”

They really said bisexual Italian Selina 😏

Penguin is great and they made the Iceberg super original which was fun

SELINAAAAAAAAA

Cufflinks 🥺

The car crashing into the funeraaaallll! BRUCE SAVING THE KID!!!!

Bruce walking Gill thru the fucking riddles lmaoo. Also him not fucking running from the bomb as it counts down to zero…. Peak Bruce behavior

Gordon is a real one and I care him so much

THE CAR CHASE!!!!!! The Batmobile waiting in the shadows and fucking roaring like a dinosaur in Jurassic Park… Selina stealing the duffel bag w that sick motorcycle move… them going down the WRONG SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY…. THE TRUCK CRASHING AND FORMING A PERFECT RAMP FOR THE BATMOBILE AHHHHHHHHHH

The Batman/Gordon interrogation duo… they’re platonic justice soulmates

And then they just leave Penguin there 😂

The orphanage was v spooky 10/10

GOD bruce rushing to try and get home to Alfred and calling him over and over and over and being so scared AHHHHHHHH

Bruce showing up to the Iceberg as sad emo boy…. Sir…

The fact that all of his suit sleeves hang too long so that he looks like that Ariana Grande Shy Girls post

Eddie the whole time he’s being arrested looking like :3

NO 👏 MAN’S 👏 LAND 👏

Riddler’s plan to flood the city and force the survivors into one place where his followers could mow them down was basically the initial plan that the Columbine shooters had and that plus his video journaling were super interesting from a criminological perspective.

Wow…. Riddler and Joker are friends… world peace….

“You’re already spoken for,” Selina says, looking towards Gotham half-wryly and half-ruefully, and utterly breaking my heart.

“Take care of yourself,” Bruce says, because no one ever taught him to say I love you and he knows that that’s not what this is, not really, but he’s letting himself have that closeness for just a second and utterly breaking my heart again.

I think them racing motorcycles through the graveyard was the hardest I cried during the entire movie

Bruce almost verbatim quoting Dick at the end of the movie w “people need hope too”

Him helping the lady on the stretcher and holding her hand until the helicopter takes off… you can see in his eyes how he doesn’t really know what he’s doing but he wants to help and he DOES…. Proud of him

Battinson’s got the perfect amount of vulnerability but also passive suicidiality… he doesn’t fight smart bc he doesn’t CARE. His suit and the Batmobile might be bulletproof, but he knows damn well that they won’t last, and it’s just a matter of when the break, not if.

The fact that his eyelashes stick out of the cowl really made me feel some kinda way

It was actually a mystery. It was a mystery and Bruce did detective work! Actual detective work! And Jim and Alfred helped!!! It was a mystery!!!!!

Pete was a huge douche and also obviously corrupt, but him getting called “comissioner” was the biggest fucking death flag I’ve seen in my life lmao

THOMAS AND MARTHA’S BEDROOM BEING CHAINED AND PADLOCKED SHUT YESSSSSSS

Just. The fact that Riddler is a crypto-bro who thinks that Bruce Wayne is the mask and blahblahblah, and Bruce REJECTING that and choosing to be hope rather than darkness…. What a fucking theme.

I love this emo bastard w my whole heart

#the batman #the batman spoilers #trix-fix

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mayalaen · 2 years ago

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Liveblogging @grey2510‘s fic Surf and Turf, an @spncoldesthits challenge fic!

I don’t usually read tags, but this is CH, and the tags sometimes include fun stuff. Grey delivers with “no beta we die like poor suckers in a cold open.”

I’m not worried about the lack of beta work by the wonderful @thayerkerbasy. They usually do an awesome job, but CH fics have been known to traumatize, so maybe Thayer ran screaming from this one. Either way, I’m sure it’ll be good.

Liveblogging under the cut so you don’t have to scroll through all my silliness.

I don’t know why the guys slipping in disgusting things always amuses me, but it starts this fic off right that Dean slips and swears, filling his boot 😂

“You drive a car with the fuel efficiency of a Mack truck”

BLASPHEMY SAMMY!! How dare you?! Baby doesn’t count even though she pollutes more than an oil tanker.

As I read this again, I realize I forgot the vines on the bodies in my artwork. Damn. I was too busy doing the pools of blood when Grey probably didn’t even write this with pools of blood in mind. Oh well.

Before Sam could reply, there was movement from the bushes by the edge of the water. The brothers raised their shotguns on instinct as a humanoid figure emerged. Its arms seemed to be made of ropey vines, with hands resembling sticks, yet its legs were scaled and its feet were long and flappy, almost like fins. Its face was most similar to a human, though there appeared to be gills on its neck and its hair was like leaves.

If you haven’t seen my cover art for this fic yet, the above paragraph is Grey’s description of the creature, and my disclaimer is I was high and it wasn’t Grey’s fault that the artwork is so bad. Grey gave a very nice description.

"Alright, Fishsticks, you the one who's been killing the CEO dickbags up at the chemical plant?"

Yes, Dean. Half mermaid, half dryad name mash is definitely Fishsticks 🤣

"Yes, I killed those men. The poison in the water has seeped into the ground, killing everything. The birds, the fish, the plants…" A tear rolled down its face. "I just wanted to protect my home."

Oh you poor bb!! Don’t kill him!

Sam pursed his lips but otherwise ignored his brother's jab. To the creature, he said, "We can stop the chemical plant without killing anyone else. You just need to give us a bit of time. We have a few friends with connections."

Yay, Sammy!! Don’t kill the poor Fishstick!!

"Blackmail or blowing the place up are always solid options, too," Dean added. The creature and Sam opened their mouths to protest, but Dean shook his head. "Fine, fine, no blowing things up. But blackmail stays on the table."

Sounded reasonable to me. Dunno what the problem was.

"So long, Grootiel," Dean said as they watched the creature disappear.

"Grootiel?"

Dean gave Sam a look of duh. "Ya know, Groot and Ariel?"

YES!! That works. Merad and Drymaid wouldn’t have worked at all, Dean!

Dean pulled his already gross boot up from where it had started to sink into the ground. "C'mon, time to Erin Brockovich these sons of bitches."

This fic is screaming to be finished! I mean this is such a cruel ending, but I still enjoyed the ride and hope to one day find out how Dean, Sam, and Fishsticks/Grootiel fix all the things.

Thank you for the fun ride, Grey!

#supernatural #liveblogging #i made this #spncoldesthitspromo #spncoldesthits #grey2510

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thehuntyhunties · 4 years ago

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AWTWIB expanded bits redux and 1am isn't a place for WIP game please! :D

eheh thank you for indulging me 😂 “AWTWIB” – short for Anywhere the Wind is Blowing – is technically what I call fantasy pirates AU, although I don’t use it officially as of yet. “expanded bits redux” is where I’m trying to put the snippets and notes I come up with while I’m reworking the plot of it. It’s all over the place and mostly unedited but here’s a good snippet:

The water was– wrong somehow, it seared into his skin like a fire jelly’s sting, knocking the breath from his body with its strangeness. Gon thrashed against the shock of it but the sailors were already gone, door slammed and locked behind them. They wouldn’t take any chances with him now, and – he hissed in frustration – that would make getting out that much harder.

“Gon?”

He whirled around. The human stared back at him, no trace of fear in his stunned expression despite being shackled in the hold with a pissed off siren for a new companion.

Gon blinked. “Wait. Kurapika?”

They gaped at each other. And then they both burst out laughing.

“Of all the places...” Kurapika shook his head. “What will it take for us to meet in normal circumstances?”

“I think I’d worry if we did,” Gon said, grinning though the water stung him still. “What happened to you?”

Kurapika raised his manacled wrists. “Got stupid, got caught. It doesn’t matter. What happened to you?”

“Oh, the blood’s not mine.”

“I figured as much,” Kurapika said. “It’s all over your mouth. I meant, how did you end up here?”

“False contract.” Gon shifted, trying to hold his gills out of the water. He didn’t want it burning him inside out, not until he figured out what they’d done to make it hurt. “The captain had the right flag up and everything, claimed they needed a new guide to navigate near Gorteau.”

Kurapika frowned. “And... you didn’t realize he was lying?”

“Ah, no, I heard the lie,” Gon explained. “But... See, I wanted to know why he was lying to me.”

“Congratulations,” Kurapika said dryly. “It looks like you’ve found out.”

“1am isn’t a place, it’s an emotion” was my working title for a GaloLio fic I started last year in the haze of Promare hype. It’s based on something my junior year roommate claims I said to her one late night XD It got way out of control and it’s been hard for me to work on it (I pretty much haven’t touched it since December) so I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it... But here’s a bit I'm still fond of:

“I didn’t think you ever left the station. You have an apartment?”

“Only when the Captain forces me to, and only because he made me get one,” Galo complained, and Lio nodded, satisfied that the world still made sense. “Remi has one too for his days off. Well, and Aina too I guess, but I think it’s technically her sister’s? I don’t know the details. And it was only a half-day off, I was down in C sector this morning helping with the rebuild.” He very carefully avoided mentioning the spilled I-beams. “Do you want to come in?”

Lio hesitated. “Are you sure? Don’t you need to sleep?”

“Nah.” Lio threw him a confused look, and Galo shrugged. “I’m still too wired. It’s the same every time the Captain forces me to take a break. So, I’m glad you showed up – I think I’d go crazy if I was just tossing and turning alone.”

“You seem like that type,” Lio agreed. The atmosphere around him seemed to soften just a bit, or maybe Galo just thought that because he had smiled. “Alright.”

#asks #fic #fantasy pirates AU #promare ramblings #i love this conversation gon and kurapika have when they cross paths so it was hard for me to pick where to stop hahahahaha #subdee

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bourbon-ontherocks · 1 year ago

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hi 👀 306 was last week but I still wanted to address a couple of things… mainly roxane’s last scene, ouch, she deserved a better exit than parroting the writers’ memo on [gros canard]’s failings 😩 c’est faible. feels like they should’ve axed the scene (it was clear enough they’d break up, anyway) and simply confirmed she left with the voicemail about her sister dropping off the keys. (btw--did we know she had a sister before you mentioned that detail in fic, or was it another of your predictions??)

big fan of the attic scene though, and daphné & [gros canard]’s synchronized "gilles 🙄😵" lol. plot-wise, however, I’d like to know who would put multiple acid tablets in a bottle they’re not drinking, because 1) big waste of money for a student population, 2) it’s probably not the most efficient way to take lsd (les résidus au fond de la bouteille !!!), 3) que fait le bde ? shouldn’t they at least pretend to care about safety when there’s a party in the dorms?

and I’ll admit it was kinda fun to see [gros canard] using his ~"just broke up" privileges to dunk on morgane’s relationship history. the guy woke up and chose violence 😭😂😭 ça va qu’elle le prend bien…

bref. that’s all for me on this one!! brb ✌️

Oh hi anon, it's so good to see you back!! 😘

I tend to disagree with you re Roxane's break-up scene, because let's remember that we are obsessed. We can list all of Adam's misdemeanors in the blink of an eye. The casual viewer can't. So this last fact in itself justifies Roxane's monologue reminding us what a terrible boyfriend he's been. And also, even though it all wasn't fresh news for me, I must say I appreciated hearing them all together and I appreciated even more Adam having all of this said to his face. And Roxane's conclusion "Et tu penses que ça fait de toi un type bien" poooooooow elle tire à balles réelles et ça fait du bien !!!! So yea basically I loved that scene because he deserved it. Period. 😂

And yes, Roxane mentioned her sister in 206!!! ("et pour l'anniversaire de ma soeur, tu as pu te libérer ?" while Adam is cursing Morgane for not capping the ketchup bottle) Now did I mention her sister in PQENCEL, well I'm afraid that's another occurrence of Local HPI anon knows my own fic better than I do lol!

(oh wait no, I mentioned her in the 303 fic, didn't I?)

The attic scene was funny-ish, granted, but it's entirely thanks to Gilles' inability to correctly answer multiple-choice questions! Ok full disclaimer, I'm kinda meh about this episode, I don't understand why so many people, cast members included, claim that it's the season's best, but also I must say that for me, the episode is completely doomed because of some infuriating stuff that happens in the finale 😭

Agreed that there's some very generous dealers on this campus, last time I checked open bars didn't include full bottles of LSD, but hey what do I know, my student years are far behind (also BDEs have never been worried about safety, come on 😅)(but this makes me think of the Palmashow's HPI spinoff "BDE" lol I bet it would have made this ep more interesting)

(speaking of the Palmashow parody, Morgane finding the victim's daughter behind the screen that *happened to be here* reminded me so much of fake Morgane finding the killer behind the curtain lol)

"the guy woke up and chose violence 😭😂😭 ça va qu’elle le prend bien…" -> true, perhaps it was a bit harsh to tell her that, but honestly the return of the flirty bickering felt so refreshing!!!! 😍 And I'd dare to think that maybe that's also the reason she takes it well while she has all the reasons to be hurt by him reminding her that she always gets dumped, because he's FINALLY risking a joke at her after all those weeks of silent treatment and closed face and angry looks, my boy is making amends and holding a timid Olive branch and she couldn't be more relieved....

... which makes the three months window proposal absolutely frustrating!!! I *hated* this part (I mean, before I watched the finale and understood what hating an episode's ending really meant lol *crying laughter*), because even though Adam needs some time to heal (understandable), and is a total control freak who shows up early on dates and probably needs to know his schedule six months in advance, this is like peak non-romance. Where's the passion? The spontaneity? I'd have accepted this scene if we'd seen him showing up at Morgane's door barely a week later and telling her that he, in fact, cannot wait, but this... UGH!

My theory is that he wanted to wait long enough to be sure about his feelings for Morgane (which would explain why he's so enthusiastic to date her in the next ep, unless he's that dtf haha), make sure it wasn't a phase or a fantasy due to being stuck in a relationship, and that's probably the only theory I can accept because it's vaguely romantic at least, and also I need to believe that his feelings are real, which is something that tends to be hinted at in 307-308 imo, so there's that consistency at least...

Speaking of consistency!!! I know I'm just hurting myself at this point but I wanted to make a quick check on the timeline... Surprisingly the show actually manages to speak the truth, Timothée did spend 4 months with the team (he arrived in the summer, two months later around September/October - remember that the months were mixed up in 303-304 - he starts dating Morgane for two months, and here we are!). So WHY would they instantly ruin that effort with the most random line this show's ever delivered:

"Et bah moi, je me suis séparée de Ludo il y a neuf mois..."

GIRRRRRRRRL, you spent two months on a couch after your breakup. Then, admitting that 205 to 208 happened in like a week which is in itself a ridiculous assumption, you left the PJ for six months. And here we are, four months later, as dutifully reminded by Timothée. And I didn't even extrapolate here, I just took point blank the elements that the show gave me.

2 + 6 + 4 = TWELVE FUCKING MONTHS BARE MINIMUM. Was it that hard to follow up? Jesus Christ.

And since I'm on the inconsistency chapter, the way TIBER is written on Morgane and Adam's wrists suggests that it's Morgane who was holding the pen because of the letters' orientation, but in this case she wrote on her left wrist. While she's left-handed. Too bad, huh?

Other honorable mentions include:

Adam playing a Columbo bit on the university's dean re the silver scalpel

"C'est doux en fait. On dirait du mouton" -> this one goes straight in the top ten show's best lines 🤣🤣🤣

The LSD trip scene being WAY too sexual, this is pornography 😆

I know it's fleeting and not properly framed, but did you see the only interesting part of that re-doing the house montage in the end? THIS:

No I will not accept any other theory, this is the handprint. I will justify it further with this shot from 304:

While the handprint is not visible, probably due to the light and filming angle, it's the same spot as above, which ties in with where Morgane landed in the dance scene, and also it's interesting to note that she put a little candle in front of it 🕯️🥹

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