#I CANT REMEMBER IF GAVE ANY OF THEM A KUDOS

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

When your reading a series of fics and having such a great time you forget to read the tags and get jumped scared by INCEST AND CHILD GROOMING

[ganeshpnf]

Hiii! What do you think about the movie cast and show cast? Which one do you love more if you have to compare?

Hi anon! And...wow. I dont talk about this much but if I would, I need to make some warnings first. My blog is not open for talking bad, hating for any actors. Anyone who sees this post are free to share their own thoughts, whatever you agree with me or not. But please, be respectful, to all actors and to people say their own personal thoughts. And remember, whatever you like it or not, they are still in characters of the movie and show universe. You have to show your respect. Bad writing, bad plot, inaccuracy is never the actors' fault, they are just doing their jobs. So please, be respectful. Dont forget that people can have opinions, unless they talk bad to any actor, it should be respected. You are all free. I also gotta say that I love every single actor, for the movie and the show, they are all amazing :) But if I had to compare their acting or how I see them most of the time, long post so lets goo!

1- Logan(movie Percy) and Walker(show Percy)

Both of the actors are really talented. Walker is known with his personality and I agree, during interviews and his daily life. But personally, I dont think the same in the show. I know, bad writing, but still. Logan is exactly what I see hoo Percy, his humor and his iconic lines. While Walker also threw some good Percy sass, I would still have to pick Logan. He is too iconic for me.

2-Alexandra(movie Annabeth) and Leah(show Annabeth)

First, kudos to the both actors since they got so many hate and still stayed so strong. Both of them inspired so many things in me, I am so so proud of both of them.

Now, this is hard because both of these woman also had a very big problem with bad bad bad bad writing. Their characters were butchered up and it was not their fault. Both of their acting was perfect. But, Alexandra did a bit better in my eyes with her acting. While I adore Leah, she seemed a bit flat to me. I believe with time, she would get better, but for now, I'll have to pick Alexandra.

3- Brandon(movie Grover) and Aryan(show Grover)

I know this is not Brandon's fault but making Grover with full of sexual jokes was not my favourite thing. He is hilarious to watch, yes. But part of his character angered me. I think Aryan did better in this, he would do even better. His grover made more sense in me, so I will pick Aryan.

4-Leven(movie Clarisse) and Dior(show Clarisse)

This is so hard, because both of them were fantastic. I think I will make it tie. I had tiny "issues" with both, maybe some cringe moments but its mostly because of the writing. Other than that, I cant pick. Leven's attitude and Dior's that powerful scream, its a tie.

5-Jake(movie Luke) and Charlie(show Luke)

Charlie is an amazing actor, his Luke was written to be a bit more sympathic. If I have to talk about Luke, it would make a whole another long post, but Jake's Luke gave me much more Luke vibes. Not only because he is almost exactly with how I imagine him, but also with his attitude, funny remarks about his father which completely summed up his relationship with his father. So I have to pick Jake, he is way too iconic for me.

6-Pierce(movie Chiron) and Glynn(show Chiron)

Well, I know second movie changed the actor but Pierce is special to me because he is THE Chiron in my eyes. He looked exactly of what I imagined, he looked ancient with long hair and I adore it. Glynn's Chiron's acting was a bit soft in my eyes, I wish we got to see him organize the camp more, training the heros etc. Pierce's scene with him training the demigods, I adore it, so I go with Pierce.

7-Stanley(movie Mr.D) and Jason(show Mr.D)

Hmmm, I think I would choose Jason since his lines were a bit more iconic, he slayed with his acting. For Stanley's defense, we didnt see him much, but still I gotta choose, so Jason.

8- Uma(movie Medusa) and Jessica(show Medusa)

I think I already said here that how much I adore Uma's Medusa. I think cgi was a lot better, despite it being 2010. I didnt like Jessica's Medusa since it was too Ovid's story, I really do not like that version :( Uma's acting, snakes were better in my eyes so I choose her.

9-Sean(movie Zeus) and Lance(show Zeus)

First of all, rest in peace Lance :( I adored him in every single project, he was perfect. I first watched him in "Young Sheldon" and not to mention he slayed as his performance in Zeus. About Sean though, he is the Zeus I see most of the time, I love him, his power in the throne room scene, perfection, him threating Poseidon...I would go with Sean.

10- Kevin(movie Poseidon) and Toby(show Poseidon)

This is also so hard because I literally...cant choose? Like Kevin's first scene is just so powerful and gave me the Poseidon immediatly. But Toby...his scene with Sally, I just cant. Its a tie, sorry.

11- Steve(movie Hades) and Jay(show Hades)

Look, I love the actors but...I really dont see both of them as Hades in my eyes? One of them was too evil, other one was too silly. Like okay, I accept them as Hades, in other universes. But I cant compare them, so you can call it a tie.

12-Catherine(movie Sally) and Virgiana(show Sally)

I love Catherine, she is so close to what I see when I think of Sally. But Virgiana...She was just perfect. I had some issues of her character but thats an another topic. For now, I pick Virgiana.

I cant think of more of the main cast but I need a moment to talk about movie Athena because I think she is too underestimated. Like she is perfect, THE Athena. She looks exactly like her, she is just too dam sweet. I love her so so much.

This is it. Im no fan of both of this adaptations tbh, but actors are all so great and talented! My fav adaptation would always be musical, I would talk about it one day.

Please remember to be respectful, you are all free to share your own thoughts :)

[evienyx]

"I’m quite sure that I’m not bringing Jet back, and if I do he’ll barely even be there, but who knows, I might. Just don’t count on it if you really like Jet." - Evie, Queen of the Plot twists. On that note, I can't wait for Jet to get there, and suddenly Kya's yelling in his face, and he's just sitting there like, "Katara?" Jet looks at Hakoda and is like, "What happened to you guys?" Also *glances around nervously* I honestly like Fractures better than MuffinLance's work, which is still great.

One of the beauties of Avatar being (technically) a children’s show is that all of the deaths are rather ambiguous, making it very easy for me to swoop in and be like ‘naw they lived.’ 

The mental image of Jet arriving at the Fire Nation to Kya and Hakoda and thinking they’re Katara and Sokka is amazing, by the way.

Kya, hitting Jet with a stick: Stop! Trying! To! Kill! The! Fire! Lord!

Hakoda, standing to the side, watching: Try an uppercut, honey.

Jet, sobbing in confusion: When did you guys get so old? How long was I on that boat???

And that final statement, too. I have some things to say on that, and none of this is gonna be coherent but here you go, anyway.

I’ve found myself being compared to @muffinlance a lot, lately. 

It makes sense, of course. We’re both modern ATLA fic writers with constant updates, active tumblrs, and a focus on Zuko (primarily in angst and hurt/comfort, with some found family on the side and a dab of very odd scenarios). And while Muffin has a relatively larger following than me and more fics out (for now hehehhehe), I can completely see the similarities.

And, adding onto that, we both have fics with quite a bit of popularity. Muffin’s Salvage is currently the second most-Kudos’d fic in the fandom on Ao3. Out of over 11000. Fractures, too, just reached number 10 in terms of Kudos as of, like, last night.

(which, by the way, is insane, like, omg, we hit 5000 kudos and got #10 all at once i cant breathe)

I admire Muffin as a writer. I think we all do. She’s an incredible writer, and dedicated, and creative, and so many other things.

And that’s probably why I feel so weird every time I get someone who says that they like my work as much as hers, or that they like mine more. I have multiple people say stuff like that in the comments every time I update, I’ve had people message me and say that, I’ve had people put it in asks, and it always messes with my head. 

For a long time, I’ve used writing as a way to let go, to escape from the utter emptiness that life sadly often seems to give. I fix things in stories and I change them around to see what could have happened. And yet, for a long time, I never wrote any fics other than like, little ones that I didn’t care for, or an x Reader (i know ugh) that I was honestly annoyed with before the story could even really start.

I read fics for the same reason, to escape. Muffin’s fics were some of the first I read in the fandom that I actually latched onto, and found myself interested in. Muffin’s overall attitude on Tumblr was so enjoyable. Her stories were original and funny and they helped bring the community back to life. Muffin was the one who inspired me to start writing again, in the way that I wanted. Muffin gave me the inspiration to stop writing for other people and to start writing for myself. All of her stories felt so raw and spoke to me in a way that a fic never really had before. 

I can even remember the specific day when things suddenly became oddly... clear. It was the first of August. It was blisteringly hot and I was camping. I had my old laptop out on top of a towel on the picnic table, hooked up to a hotspot from my phone to get internet, and I was reading Little Zuko v the World. I was at the end of one of the chapters when I felt something just shift.

Google Drive was open in another window, because I had been working on an assignment earlier. I went to it, dived into my fanfic folder, and read through the outline for a story I had sketched out a while back, maybe a month before, as well as the first chapter. I looked back at Ao3, open in the other window, with Muffin’s fic just... shining back at me, and I broke.

Half an hour later, the first chapter of Fractures was published on Ao3.

I started this whole thing as a writer in this fandom (a serious writer in this fandom) with Muffin. If I’m being honest with myself, I never would have published Fractures if I hadn’t read her work. 

So, every time someone compares me to her, it’s weird, because I know that comparison would have never even happened if she hadn’t published her work first, and I can’t help but wonder, every time I read one of those comments, how anyone could ever possibly think I was as good as she is.

That was probably nonsensical, but I think I also needed to get it out of me.

[qboo78]

Episode 11 thoughts

There is just a lot of things to unpack about the truth & dare scene and the confession scene. It is all thanks to such amazing cast and their great acting that there is a lot of nuance to those scenes... it makes the scenes work so well and the things that are left unsaid is even conveyed...

first off it started with the bottle pointing to Yi Seo, with Yi Seo not very happy to receive truth questions, then everyone reacted with wanting to ask questions anyway but Sae Ro Yi seems fine just letting this one pass, then Geun Soo, this sly boy, called him out and ask him if he has any questions for her. Sae Ro Yi being put on the spot looked at Yi Seo gauging her reaction, while Yi Seo is of course suddenly amenable with receiving questions if it comes from her Sa Jang Nim lol, I found it very telling how Hyun Hyi is very interested on what Sae Ro Yi will ask, but Sae Ro Yi looking at Yi Seo seems to sense her vulnerability and decided to not ask any questions and said “Not really, I know everything about her”. Yi Seo took the words as like Sae Ro Yi saying I’m not really that interested in anything more about her... but, what was telling was Hyun Hyi’s reaction to Sae Ro Yi’s words and actions, maybe because Hyun Hyi is so much older than Yi Seo but she seems to understand why Sae Ro Yi refrained from asking any questions, Hyun Hyi’s smile at Sae Ro Yi seemed to imply ��Aww, he does not want to put her on the spot, that is sweet” and she seems to not be surprised about that, can I say that Hyun Hyi feels like a Sae Ro Yi x Yi Seo shipper like me lol. I like that Sae Ro Yi listened to Yi Seo and understood that she is not really comfortable with this game, but I also know that Yi Seo’s vulnerability that she showed when she welcomed Sae Ro Yi to ask questions was because she wants to see if Sae Ro Yi will be interested in her enough to ask questions, it’s a case of these two looking at the situation on different perspectives and it seems only Hyun Hyi is clever enough to pick up on both. Yeah, I love how they acted this part. Then Geun Soo, being young, determined and greedy in love, just do not have the maturity to demonstrate what true loving is about proceeded to demolish Yi Seo’s plan ruthlessly. He started off by staking his claim by saying that Yi Seo has made an implied promise to him that she will accept his suit if he takes over Jangga and asked her if she remembered that. Again, kudos to Park Seo Joon for the subtle acting, when Sae Ro Yi heard those words of Geun Soo, you could see if you really pay attention how Sae Ro Yi lost his smile after hearing those words... It seems Sae Ro Yi is actually bothered by what was being said. He does not seem to be happy that Geun Soo and Yi Seo have an understanding. Seung Kwon then ask Yi Seo, if there was something going on between them, Yi Seo said an emphatic No while on the background you could see Sae Ro Yi is still looking at Geun Soo with a not happy expression on his face which is at a contrast to Soo Ah's reaction who does not really care about what is happening hehe.. you could see Sae Ro Yi and Yi Seo have identical expressions of not being happy at the situation on their faces...

He seems out of it too coz he was startled when Yi Seo told him “Sa Jang Nim, it’s not like that” like he shut down for a second and then when he said “OK” he doesn’t seem to truly believe her...

Again, Hyun Hyi is really after my own heart because she was quick to get Seung Kwon to change the subject and she even said it's not fun.

Then we got the first kiss question and Sae Ro Yi seem to have froze before he could answer the question lol... Yi Seo liked the idea that she was the first kiss lol even though for me it doesn't really qualify since she did it while Sae Ro Yi was drunk, which she should not have done in the first place lol. Then next we got the Are you just friends with Soo Ah question and how Sae Ro Yi responded to that question was just... i dont know how to explain how off his response was it was like he was just reading the phone book... he gave more emotions when he was talking about Yi Seo's importance to Danbam in the other episode smiling and saying "I can't imagine Danbam without Yi Seo", He said "I like Soo Ah" but he does not seem happy about it, he did not smile, he did not even once looked at Soo Ah in this whole scene not once but if its regarding Yi Seo, he would look her in the eyes and he just keeps on looking at her in this scene. Again Sae Ro Yi is just clueless about his own feelings i think, it could just be my shipper heart but Im just not convinced... Soo Ah seems to be touched with his reply but is not so happy about it? Sigh, she said she likes Sae Ro Yi but yeah just not buying them as a unit yet...

Then because Geun Soo seems to be in a self destructive mood he went ahead and ask Sae Ro Yi AGAIN if he has feelings for Yi Seo... Sae Ro Yi's reaction was instantaneous like "This again??" and he does not like the question but he also looks challenged by Geun Soo, then he looked to Yi Seo again gauging her reaction, the previous question about Soo Ah he never once looked at Soo Ah lol... this makes me think, why Sae Ro Yi? why the hesitation? Why you have to think about what your feelings are for Yi Seo? Why are you looking at Yi Seo right now before answering? What are you looking for to find in her expression?" Like Seung Kwon said "What kind of question is that? Isn't it obvious?"

After looking at Yi Seo, maybe he saw again her vulnerability and seem to decide on something, i mean kudos again to Seo Joon for his acting coz he did a clenching of his jaw then answered the question. See what I mean on how Yi Seo can bring out Sae Ro Yi's emotions while about Soo Ah, he is just like an automaton lol. If Sae Ro Yi truly did not have any feelings for Yi Seo, he would just immediately and simply said no to Geun Soo... why he had to qualify how he looks at Yi Seo with "dong saeng (younger sister) and partner?" I might be reading too much into this but....it just feels like Sae Ro Yi is lying or hiding something... I could be wrong but that is how I see it the way Seo Joon acted that scene like there is something happening beneath the surface coz the tension was just so thick... poor Yi Seo just cant help reacting to his words though, my heart just went out to her, i mean she was already hurt and wounded with Sae Ro Yi's declaration of "I like Soo Ah" and she was able to hold her hurt feelings in but hearing the words of "No (to having feelings). Not even once." would just be too hurtful for a person crazy in love... I don't want to see Yi Seo hurting because I just love her but Kim Dami's acting here was just so heart renching in a good way... It just felt so real and just make me relate to her so much... I am so thankful that Kim Dami is the one playing Yi Seo, if it were someone else I do not think I would enjoy and love Yi Seo so much as much as I do, I mean I would still appreciate Yi Seo’s character a lot but Kim Dami playing Yi Seo is just phenomenal... it was the same reaction I got when I first watch Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock and Martin Freeman as John Watson.... their acting was just top notch and breathtaking...anyways this is already a long post and I will continue my thoughts (review?) on my next post... the confession scene will be next...

[crimsonbluemoon]

My Tumblr Birthday!

Sooooo according to my archives and such, exactly one year ago today I became a member of the bbs fandom! It’s been a hell of a year, I will tell you that. 

So just some thoughts about this weird ass journey, if you’d be so kind to humor an old woman.

I kind of remember coming into this fandom not really expecting much? Like I kinda squirmed my way in thinking that it’d be really cool to like, read other peoples stories and get to know everyone. I don’t really know how, but I got attention because of my Cops AU idea that sort of caught wildfire. Then I posted my first little stories about Christmas and such before my bigger story, Want You,  and I was so amazed by the love and affection it got on this platform (I put it on Ao3 but it just wasn’t the same). 

I also remember how stunned I was with 100 followers? I felt like I had reached my peak and I couldn’t really go any higher. Again, I managed to get lucky by making some really good friends at the start of my fandom life and kind of being able to joke around and gain attention from them. It wasn’t any super big, but I was thankful for the time they gave me. Watching Deli draw, getting to know Kiwi, admiring Bels and Ether and Grace’s works. It was all so wonderful! 

Then around January, Sherry sent me a message asking me to help with an idea about a BBS shipping server. And it was crazy how that changed my life. The server brought good and bad things out, and I won’t say I never thought of just tossing in the towel and leaving. But I’m so happy that I stayed! I met people like Sei and Shorty and Pandy and Cana and Moon through my server. I got to see them grow as people and shared laughs with them. I also got to open up a bit and learn that it was okay to not be perfect. Because damn do I want to be perfect. But they supported me there, and evern at my darkest point,those who I never thought would stick up for me did. 

I learned what it felt like to be hated. I learned what it felt like to have people who didn’t know me, know my story, know my past and know my insecurities, rip me apart and make me feel worthless. I learned that sometimes, simply having a different opinion about a ship or a boy could make the nicest of people reject you. I learned that sometimes, people you thought would always be supportive and understanding of you could turn on you and never speak to you again. It was weird, knowing that despite the followers numbers that grew and the asks/fans who reached out to me and told me how ‘inspiring’ i was, I could feel so empty. To this day, I’m still struggling with this concept. I wanna figure myself out, and how I got to where I am while also not knowing who I am.

I started up one of the coolest projects in my life here; Libahunt. I’ve written stories before, don’t get me wrong. I’ve written stories for bigger fandoms, with more comments, more kudos, more views. BBS is a small time fandom, so I knew what I was getting into. But man, for such a little place, y’all have big hearts. The love, support, and just damn attention I got for this story was amazing. The fanart? I cant even begin to tell you how much that all means to me. Every time I see a piece, my heart melts to think I got to inspire someone. Hearing people freak out in discord, seeing the reblogs and comments you make...that’s all I want in life. So honestly, thank you all for making me realize how much I love this story and helping me get my ass back in gear to write it properly. 

Kind of on the same topic, I really got to thank some super important people for just...being there for me. I can’t list EVERYONE because jesus I would be here forever, but these ones just...they really stick out for me.

@firstaidquarters: My writing wife, half of my brain, my HC partner in crime, honestly one of the best people I’ve met. Ever. Like, do you get how much you mean to me? How you just make my world a better place? If I’m mad or sad or hyper or just being fucking stupid, you’re there. You literally spent 28 hours helping me write a story without ever asking anything in return. I wanted to quit, I wanted to throw my computer and never look at it again. But you just...sat there and kept me going. And now? It’s fucking amazing because of you. And I never have to explain myself to you. You just get it. And God I can’t even say enough how much our HCing has been a blessing. I don’t even think you realize that without you, I wouldn’t still be in this fandom. I cannot thank you enough, even if you created that wretched Minibat. 

@kihorri : We weren’t close originally but jesus you came in like a wrecking ball, eh? My life has been crazy since I did that Banana Bus Tales thing with you. You helped get my name on the map. And for the past couple months, I’ve really adored the frienship we’ve created. Our DM messages are probably enough to get us sent to hell, but I’m okay with that. Each time you tell me you’re reading my story, I melt. Like to think you’d waste your time on me? To get to joke with you about ‘certain’ types of stories and watch you draw silly pictures...it makes my world! You drive me up a wall every way you can, you make me cry from your beautiful art, but you could put the pencil down and never draw again and I’d still wanna talk to you every day. Even with your horrible sleep schedule. 

@mssjynx : YOU! God you are a menace. Sneaky other writing wife. But like, one of the best writers in the BBS/Misfits fandom. You make me wanna read angst. Do you know how hard that is?!?! Like jesus man, you were so amazing with your cute stuff and your sad stuff. And you’re just as wonderful outside of your stories. I give you shit, I pull your tail, and we bicker like old women, but you are one of the sweetest people I got to meet in this fandom and even if I threaten it, I’ll never divorce you ( I mean you killed all the lawyers so...). 

@piwiskiwi: My libahunt artist! Your work is AMAZING. And you are just so prescious? I dont get to talk to you as much as I want to, but you were one of the first people I really connected to in this fandom and you don’t understand how much joy your art brings me. Like, you’re a rock star. You helped me at the start of Libahunt when it was just an idea, you helped create these pictures that others now use as references. You’re kind and funny, and even if you feed into Bel’s crazy ship, you’re the best partner for Libahunt I could ask for. 

Honestly, there’s so many others! I wanna write you all something because you all have changed me in one way or the other. But I’d be here all night and I don’t wanna take up all of your time. So just know this: You all made me who I am. Without you, the person reading this right now, I wouldn’t be Crim. That means the world to me. So, you mean the world to me. Thank you for being around for my first year here. And I don’t know if you guys will care, or if anyone even remembers memories with me or if I’m just an author you read, but I just...thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. <3

And also thanks for letting me reach 1500 followers. (Eh its closer to 1600 now, cause this happened like 3 weeks ago but I just wanted to wait until my 1 year to say it all at once. No need for two sappy posts.)  

Sincerely,

CrimsonBlueMoon <3

[missjackil]

My 14x17 Opinion

Game Night

This was the first new episode since “The Announcement” and I have to say I was putting off writing it. I usually post these the day after, but I procrastinated so it’s a bit late. So forgive my butt-hurt tardiness and let's have at it.

I enjoyed this episode, though it wasn't without some issues. I must say that I was pleased that it wasn't as Sam-lite as I thought it would be from the promo pics, trailer, and knowing Jared didn't work a lot that week, I will always want for more Sam in an episode, but all his parts were necessary and high quality in this one, so I'm not angry at all. 

We start the episode with Donatello making cookies, singing Raindrops are Fallin’ on my Head, which made me smile. It made me think of Butch Cassiday and The Sundance Kid and I love that movie, and if J2 ever want to play the leads in a remake, I would be willing to pay for it myself! 

Donny gets interrupted by the door, and we know this is a problem because its the first 5 minutes of SPN, let's be honest. As soon as I see the bad guy’s wedding ring, I think “Shit... here comes Nick”. I thought he was gonna kill him and I'm glad he didn't. I like Donny, he looks like my dad. 😊

Back at the Bunker, the fam is getting ready for “Winchester Game Night” and Dean is playing Mouse Trap, and having no luck getting it to work. I had that game as a kid too and was never able to get it to work either, but it was fun putting it together! I did think it was a little sad but fitting, that Dean would have played that game as a 4 yr old, but leave it to John and Mary to give Dean a game made for older kids, that never worked out the way it was supposed to and had too many small parts he could choke on. (the irony is not lost on me)

Mary and Jack are in the kitchen. I could literally almost smell the Jiffy Pop popcorn. A Saturday night staple at my house growing up (any of you out there ever taste that greasy salt left on the sides of the foil pan? Good stuff!) and Mary starts in with the questions for Jack. I got a kick out of him telling her its annoying, and her face after. It’s ok Mary, he’s fine, he’s just a teenager now. Something I guess she never got to experience from the adult side. 

Sam is out getting pizza, and all the times they’ve had pizza, I never really saw what Sam likes on his. Apparently both he and Dean like lots of pepperoni. Good choice boys! The joy is short-lived (of course) by Donatello’s call, and Dean and Mary go off to help. I loved Sam sitting there researching. I have always loved his look of interest and concentration during these times. Smart!Sam moment #1 he figures out the language is ancient Hebrew, #2 he has the moment of realization that he knows it’s from the Bible, and knows what chapter and verse. (demerits for the writers though for not knowing Peter is in the New Testament and is in Ancient Greek, not Hebrew, but kudos for Sam/Jared for at least knowing the book is located near the back of The Bible)

Mom and Dean in the car. Now we have the talk about how wrong she knows she’s been but how appreciative she is to have this time with him and Sam. Uhoh... sounds like lines typically given to a character who is soon to be killed off? Hmmm we’ll see. Soon they arrive at Donny’s to find Nick. He says he's poisoned Donny and to save him, they have to help him. He wants to talk. 

Back at the bunker, violent rage!Sam awaits!! GOD that gave me tingles in the best way! I loved Dean leading Nick down the hall in cuffs, in slow motion as if leading him to his execution, and Sam standing there with his chest puffed out like a friggin’ bulldozer, and the snarl and slam attack against the wall!! (hand me that towel, please??) Dean backs Sam off, lots of brother touching going on, but we need intel, we can't kill him yet. 

Now Sam is in self-loathing mode.... he thinks everything is his fault. So many people dying because of him. This is gonna be a big issue soon, I promise. Mom talks Sam off the self-deprecating ledge and tells him he gave Nick another chance because he’s a good man and that's why she’s so proud of him. Sam softens up into the sweetest “aww shucks ma” smile and I want to hug him💕 also, still lines are being spoken by mom that are synonymous with being killed off.

Now, I procrastinated talking about Cas and Anael because the whole thing was boring. I'm not a wife hater but at least make her necessary if you’re going to cast her. I was ok about her role as Sister Jo for Devil’s Bargain but she hasn't been necessary since. Cas wasn't even necessary in this episode. We knew he was hiding the fact that Jack killed the snake, and there are probably 1000 other ways they could have reminded us that the Samulet is still around and maybe they can use it, than for him to find a similar one in the thrift shop or whatever that place was. I dug Methuzula though, he was the oldest dude in the Bible. He wasn’t an angel, for any of you worried about him liking lasagna or why he couldn't just smite Cas... its because he's HUMAN just extremely old. 

On to more interesting things. 

Nick wants to talk to Jack. I was not pleased with Nick referring to Jack as his son. Im not 100% convinced that the writer (and all involved really) remembered that Jack isnt Nick’s son, but added that as a note of empathy Nick has for Lucifer, you’d THINK someone, particularly Jack would say “Im not your son” ?? but anyway, he gives intel to Jack and also gets his blood (dun dun dunnnn) 

Sam is again a smarty pants and knows the antidote for Thalium is Prussian Blue (makes note) and figures he can hack the live feed (brains are so sexy) I also love that Sam’s word is the go word. So many more decisions are made because Sam thinks its the best option than he's ever given for in the fandom. So Sam and Dean take Nick with them to find Donny. 

I really love the broments in this part. Dean tells Nick if he tries anything funny, Sam will shoot him. “And if anything happens to me....” “Sam will shoot me”  “To start!” says Sam... because if he hurts Dean, Sam isnt letting him off that easy. But in true SPN form, as soon as Sam and Dean are separated, shit goes south.

Mom calls Sam and lets him know Donny was shot up with Angel grace, as Jack figured out, Nick was playing them. Now the fight between Sam and Nick ensues! Nick tells Sam why he used Donatello, which was to bring Lucifer back, “You can't, he’s dead he’s in the Empty” Sam says but this show’s self-awareness gets me sometimes lol Nick’s like “Cmon Sam you know no one stays dead anymore” and Sam starts kicking his ass. 

Now, I have already seen a million of you whine and complain that Sam didn’t kill Nick. It’s almost as though some of you have never met Sam Winchester. Of course Sam could have killed Nick, and most of us wish he did, but Sam has stopped himself from killing humans before. He stopped himself with Jake in AHBL and also with Toni in 12x01. Unfortunately it always bites him in the ass. Could it be that Sam thinks if he can kill a human with his bare hands that he’s a monster? This isn’t bad writing folks, this is Sam’s character. 

Nick takes advantage of Sam’s hesitation and starts nailing him with a rock. Spewing crap about Sam being Lucifer’s Perfect vessel and such.... this can only mean that issue will be coming up soon! Sam gets in the car and starts laying on the horn for Dean, calling out to him... Dean hears Sam is in trouble, enough playing around here time to kill some demons. 

When he gets to Sam. he sees he’s badly injured. Sam can hardly hold on to consciousness, protective!dean kicks in! Apply preasure to the blled, call 911, call mom. Now check for brain damage and play a counting game with Sam This hurt my feels so much, it made it feel so much more serious than all the other head injuries he’s sustained. Dean and his caring big brother smile and light hearted speech so Sam doesnt panic just kills me in the best way!! Sam tries to count with him a little and breaks into “You always put me first... your whole life” and manages to muster a little smile. Dean knows Sam believes he’s checking out, and you see the fear all over Dean’s face as Sam fades away. (OMG these 2!! Every freakin time!!)

Meanwhile, Mary and Jack found Nick and he has summoned Lucifer and just about to take him in again (Lucifer looked pretty cool,,, gotta say) and Jack zaps Lucifer back into the rift (no not forever guys... cmon) and starts torturing Nick. Mary kinda flips out telling Jack to stop. He’s contorting his hand, burning him from the inside out... not simply killijng him. Mary is full on worried now. Jack stops and Nick is laying on the floor. Mary is in shock and tells Jack to go help Sam, He heals him and Dean cant even hide his relief as he turns away to catch his breath. 

Now Jack returns to Mary who is more than worried about how Jack was torturing Nick. We know the Winchesters dont mind killing, but draw the line at torture. However, Mary stupidly poked the bear. She could have just kept herself and Jack calm and talked to the boys later, but she poked and poked till Jack freaked out. Though I am wondering if Jack was also hearing Lucifer when he was shouting “Leave me alone!!” But in any regard, he looked at Mary and something happened. Fade to black. 

Aside from the Cas/Anael part, I really enjoyed this episode. A few issues yes, but it hit most of the marks needed for me to enjoy an episode. Ive already rewatched it twice and will again and again. 

On a scale of Bloodlines to Lebanon, I give this a strong 7.5 without the Cas/Anael bit it would have been an easy 8.

[wistfulcynic]

Another Brick In The Wall: Chapter 8

a/n: Effusive thanks to @hollyethecurious for the artwork! I love it so much! Thanks also to everyone for reading, commenting, kudos-ing, and reblogging! I'm so pleased by the way people have been engaging with this story. Love you all xxx

Summary: Emma Swan, sheriff’s daughter, mayor’s niece, quarterback’s girlfriend, is the undisputed princess of Storybrooke High. She is smart and confident and used to getting what she wants. What she wants is Killian Jones, the new boy in school. But Killian is not easily manipulated, and reluctant to allow the dark secrets in his past to touch the girl he is rapidly falling in love with.

Rating: T

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Chapter 8: 

Killian was out of school for a week, for a “mental health break” he called it with a chuckle, apparently a term he’d gotten from Dr Hopper. He saw the psychiatrist daily during this break and spent the rest of his time at the harbour with Liam, working on their boat, reading, playing his guitar, and talking with his brother about everything that had happened. 

“We’ve hashed it all out in excruciating detail,” he told Emma as they sat together in the boat’s cabin, she working on her college essays while he practiced a new song. “It’s such a relief to be able to really talk to Liam again. There was a time when we had no secrets between us. He showed me all the information he had collected on Milah and her situation. Apparently her divorce is almost finalised and next month she’s starting a job teaching English in Japan.” He smiled. “She’ll like that, a chance to travel. What she always wanted.” 

“Hmmmph,” said Emma, glaring at the screen of her laptop as she typed rapidly. 

“Swan,” he admonished, giving her a mock scowl as he strummed a chord at her. 

Emma slammed her hands down on the keyboard. “Killian, I just don’t know how you can be so forgiving after what she did to you.” 

He set the guitar aside and his expression became serious. “I have to be, don’t you see?” he asked, looking at her intently. “I can’t hold on to my anger or it will eat me alive. I didn’t even realise how angry I was until Dr Hopper helped me see it, and how by not acknowledging it, allowing myself to feel it, and then letting it go, I was only hurting myself. Besides, I did genuinely care about Milah, and I’m glad she’s finally in a place where she can be happy.” 

“Hmmmmph.” Emma concentrated on deleting the gibberish she’d produced by her attack on the keyboard.

“A place that doesn’t include me,” said Killian brightly, picking up the guitar again and plucking out a cheery tune. “That’s good, isn’t it Swan?”

“I suppose so,” she grumbled. “Though I’d still prefer if the place was dark and scary and full of nettles.” He laughed heartily at that and she couldn’t hold back an answering smile. “Hey, I’m nearly done with this, will you read it over and make sure it’s okay? Just check my grammar and punctuation and stuff.”

“Of course, love, though I’m sure it’s already brilliant.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Freed from the weight of his worry and guilt, Killian gradually began to smile more easily, and his witty, teasing nature (“cheeky git,” Liam called him, his voice irritated but with a relief so profound it bordered on joy in his eyes) came more readily to the fore. When he returned to school the following Monday, he moved through the halls with a swagger that Emma had never seen on him before. Unlike the arrogant, bullying one that Neal always had Killian’s evoked a simple self-assurance that she had to concede looked really good on him. Despite how much emotional baggage he still had to work through he clearly wasn’t burdened by shame anymore, and equally clearly did not intend to take any crap from anyone. 

This made itself evident that morning when he shut his locker and turned towards his first class, only to find himself confronted by Felix and Rufio. 

“Really, chaps?” he said, raising an eyebrow at them. “You couldn’t even wait until after school so you could chuck me into the bins, like proper high school bullies?”

This mockery went clean over the other boys’ heads, and they continued to block his path, trying to look intimidating while also trying not to be intimidated by Killian’s calm demeanor and his amused expression. 

Felix, the sligtly cleverer of the two, suspected he was being laughed at but couldn’t put his finger on why. He didn’t like it. 

Bristling, he sneered at Killian. “Bet you think you’ve won,” he snarled. “Now that Neal’s in jail and out of the way. Now you can move in on Emma like you did on that—” he broke off as Killian stepped into his space. There wasn’t much difference in height between them, but somehow Felix had the impression of Killian towering over him, his face calm but his eyes darkly furious, and for once in his life he felt a stab of genuine fear. 

“I’m only going to say this once,” growled Killian in the new, lower register his voice had taken on more often of late, “So you’d better listen carefully. Your mate Neal is a criminal, and not even a good one. He’s in jail because he’s stupid, and that’s nothing to do with me. I have no doubt it’s where he’d always have ended up eventually. Bit of advice: If you’re going to steal confidential information, don’t take pictures of the evidence on your phone, and definitely don’t then show those pictures to the sheriff’s daughter. Neal got what he deserved. I now consider this matter closed, and if you or anyone else—” he raised his voice so that the rapidly assmbling crowd of onlookers could all hear, “—tries to take it any further, you will not care for the repercussions.” 

Felix wasn’t sure what “repercussions” were, but the hint of repressed violence in Killian’s manner made him keen not to find out. He had always been content to follow Neal, less out of respect for the other boy than a simple unwillingness to make a thing out of Neal’s belligerent insistence that he should be the one in charge, but he’d always sensed that there wasn’t much substance underneath Neal’s bluster. Killian however didn’t bluster. He simply stated facts, and Felix could tell that he was not the sort of person to make a threat he couldn’t back up with action. Perhaps it was time to step out of Neal’s shadow, thought Felix, and take over leadership of their little gang. He certainly couldn’t do a worse job of it than Neal had, and escalating a pointless conflict with a guy who looked prepared to fight dirty if necessary was much more Neal’s style than Felix’s. He nodded at Killian, and stepped back. Rufio looked surprised but followed his lead. 

Killian nodded back then transferred his glare to the crowd of onlookers, which had grown considerably in the past thirty seconds and now included Emma and Ruby, he could see out of the corner of his eye. “As for what you may have heard about me,” he said, loudly enough for all to hear. “It’s all true.” He smirked for a moment as a gasp went through the crowd, then his expression hardened. “It’s also no one’s business but mine, and those in whom I choose to confide. This is all I have to say on the subject. Now, if you’ll all excuse me I don’t wish to be late for class.” He slung his satchel over his shoulder and headed down the hall, turning his head briefly to shoot Emma a wink. People moved aside to let him pass and as soon as he had turned the corner furious whispering erupted in his wake. 

Ruby pursed her lips. “I may have underestimated him,” she remarked. 

Emma’s heart was pounding, a familiar occurrence where Killian was concerned, but this time it felt different. She’d been worried about how he would react to the ineveitable curiosity and questions from their classmates, but this smooth handling of a potentially explosive situation instead of calming her fears instead filled her with the wild desire to run after him, to fling herself into his arms and kiss them both breathless. 

“He’s just so wonderful,” she sighed, and Ruby laughed. 

“Down, girl,” she teased. “I’ll grant you this one’s worth your time, unlike the douchemaster general, but remember we’re in school. No one wants to see that.” 

Emma rolled her eyes and gave her friend a shove, but the butterflies continued rhumba-ing around her insides, this time accompanied by an odd, hollow sort of ache as she remembered her resolution not to pursue Killian anymore. She was now all but certain that she loved him, that beyond the hot, tingly sensation she always felt in his presence lay a profound devotion. She would do anything for him, sacrifice anything to give him what he needed, and that terrified her. For the first time in her life Emma felt vulnerable, exposed, as though her chest were torn open and her heart lain bare to the mercies of fate and one gorgeous, troubled boy. She hated it. Even knowing that Killian would never intentionally hurt her was no consolation when the truth was that he could hurt her simply by caring deeply for her as a friend. If that was all she could ever have from him she would take it, she knew, without pushing for more, but it would be a wound on her heart that would never heal. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“He’s a bully,” shrugged Killian at lunchtime, when Emma, this time accompanied by a very inquisitive Ruby, found him in the library. “Bullies are just cowards at their core, and cowards are easy to intimidate. He won’t do anything because he won’t want to call my bluff. I might not be able to back it up but he’ll be too scared to risk finding out.” 

“And what would you have done if he had called your bluff?” inquired Ruby. 

Killian shrugged again. “Probably got the shit kicked out of me.” 

“Would you have, though?” Ruby pressed, watching him through narrowed eyes.

He returned her stare with a look of wide-eyed innocence. “There were two of them to only one of me. Seems inevitable.” 

“Does it?” Ruby’s disbelief was almost palpable, and having fenced with Killian for months now Emma shared her friend’s suspicion that he was deliberately underplaying his fighting skills.

“Let’s hope we never have to find out,” said Killian with a small smile, in a tone of voice that made it clear he would answer no more questions on the subject. “I quite like my face arranged the way it is.” 

“It is a nice face,” said Ruby with a wolfish grin that widened as Killian’s ears turned pink. “But I didn’t come here just to flatter you. Victor asked me to ask you if he could have your phone number.”

“My number?” Killian blinked in surprise. 

“Yeah, there’s some concert in Portland and he doesn’t have anyone to go with and he thought you might be interested.” 

“Um, sure, I guess.” Killian rattled off the number and Ruby sent Victor a text. A minute later his phone buzzed and he looked at it, snorting as he read the message. “Bit of a wanker, your boyfriend,” he remarked to Ruby. 

“I don’t know what that is but I’m somehow sure that Victor is one,” smirked Ruby. “Is that gonna be a problem?”

“Not at all, I’m rather fond of wankers,” said Killian absently as he typed his reply. “My brother is one, after all.” His phone buzzed again almost instantly and he raised an eyebrow at what he read on it. 

“Ems, I think maybe we should leave the boys to their chat,” said Ruby, and as much as she hated to sacrifice free time with Killian, from the way he was fixated on his phone, his expression almost gleeful as he typed rapidly, Emma had to admit she was probably right. 

“Okay,” she said. “See you in class in a few minutes, Killian. And maybe hang out after school?”

“Hmmm? Oh, I have an appointment with Dr Hopper at four, but I can text you when I’m done.”

“Okay.” She smiled at him but his attention was back on his phone, so she followed Ruby out of the library trying not to feel too disgruntled. Killian should have other friends, she told herelf firmly, male ones who shared his interests. That was normal, and he could use some normal in his life right now.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Over the next few weeks, things at school settled back into a routine, albeit one that was markedly different than it had been. Neal had been officially arrested after David’s investigation, charged with burglary, theft, and theft of a medical record, and was facing up to five years in prison. His parents had put up their house as collateral to pay his bail, but weren’t allowing him to return to school. 

“Not much point when he’ll just go straight back to the slammer after he’s sentenced,” said Ruby viciously. “So much for that football scholarship he was so cocky about.”

Emma tried to find some compassion for Neal and what was basically the wreck and ruin of his future, but couldn’t dredge up a single particle of it. He had committed several felonies for no other reason than to stick it to Killian for outsmarting him and for becoming her friend, and he’d committed them flagrantly and with no thought to the consequences. He’d probably thought there wouldn’t be any consequences. Killian was right: Neal deserved everything that was coming to him, if only for being so colossally, arrogantly stupid. 

People still whispered about Killian as he walked through the halls but true to character he paid little attention. He did, however, gradually began to open up more and allow more of himself to show through his defences, willingly participating in classes and talking to people other than Emma and Ruby. By the time finals week arrived had actually made a few friends. 

Killian reflected wryly that in a twisted sort of way Neal had done him a favour. With all his secrets now out on the open he was free to embrace the opportunity for a new life he’d found in Storybrooke. Not that there had been anything particularly wrong with the old life, at least since his father had finally left. He’d been a mean old drunk, Brennan Jones, and by the time he’d been forced to flee his creditors for good, stealing a boat from Bristol harbour and melting into the offshore underworld, his sons had been glad to see the back of him. Killian thought about what he himself had been like back then, before Milah, and even though it had only been about a year since he’d first become involved with her so much had changed both in his circumstances and in himself, he feared that hopeful, enthusiastic boy was lost forever. Who exactly had taken his place was the question Killian had asked himself daily for weeks now, and he still wasn’t sure how to answer it. He’d become so used to holding everything in, to keeping such a tight rein on his thoughts and feelings that letting them out, accepting that it was okay to express them had become almost unbelievably difficult. The only person he felt even remotely comfortable being fully himself with aside from Liam was Emma, whose support and friendship remained unwavering as he bumbled and struggled thorough the reclamation of his life, and he remained intensely grateful for it. 

Only one thing about Emma troubled him-- that she no longer seemed to be interested in anything beyond his friendship. All the little hints and cues she had been giving him since they’d met were suddenly gone, and while he was relieved to be free of the added stress of constantly resisting something that part of him desperately wanted, he couldn’t help wondering if there was a darker motivation for this abrupt about-face. Perhaps, whispered an evil little voice in his head, Emma was actually more disgusted by his past than she let on and was simply too kind to tell him directly. Maybe the thought of him touching her turned her stomach now. He certainly couldn’t blame her if it did.   

“What do you want from your relationship with Emma?” asked Dr Hopper one afternoon, after Killian had finally brought himself to mention the change in her behaviour. “Do you want it to be romantic?”

Killian frowned, struggling to sort through the complex tangle of his feelings about and for Emma. “I don’t want a romantic relationship with anyone,” he said finally. “I still feel too messed up for anything like that. But I— I’m still really attracted to her. I think about her all the time, about how we kissed at her party, and I want to kiss her again pretty much constantly, but then I remember Milah and how I thought I felt about her, and I just—” 

“You don’t trust your judgement.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Killian, it’s important for you to remember that you have a much more equal relationship with Emma than you ever did with Milah.”

“Equal, with Emma?” Killian snorted. “You have met her, right?”

Dr Hopper smiled patiently. “I understand that you feel she’s beyond your reach, and that’s a separate issue, but what I mean by equal is that she’s your age and at your stage of life. With Milah you were constantly struggling to relate to her life and her experiences, and when you couldn’t you attempted to make up for that by offering her the affection and sexual attention she craved. You forced yourself to offer these things even though you didn’t genuinely feel them because you feared the consequences of not offering them. But with Emma there is no need to manufacture anything. She is placing no demands on you and therefore any attraction and affection you feel for her is genuine.”

“But what should I do about it?”

“Why should you have to do anything? You said you’re not ready for a romantic relationship, and that’s fine. Let yourself heal. The process is slow and frustrating, but believe me you are making progress. Let your feelings for Emma and your relationship with her develop at a pace that is comfortable for you. From what you’ve said it sounds like she will still be there when, if, you’re ready for more.” 

“It’s more than likely she no longer wants more. And even if she did, what happens when she meets someone who isn’t so hopelessly fucked up? Then where does that leave me?”

“Why don’t you worry about that if —not when— it happens?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On the last day before winter break, Emma nervously approached Killian’s locker and handed him an invitation to her parents’ annual Christmas party addressed to him and Liam. 

“It’s just a thing they do every year for their friends and our neighbours,” she began to ramble as he examined the card, certain he would refuse and wanting to delay that painful moment. “My mom loves to entertain, and my dad says it’s good for building a rapport between law enforcement and the community, and—”

“Swan,” interrupted Killian, giving her that soft, indulgent look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking. “I’m sure we’d love to attend. Thank you for inviting us.” 

The butterflies soared in a grand jeté, and she felt like she was flying with them. “Great,” she said trying to keep her voice calm, “I guess I’ll see you then.”

Her delighted smile made his breath catch, and his answering grin set her heart galloping. Their eyes met and held, and as the end of semester chaos whirled around them they stood a breath apart, swathed in frustrated yearning and brittle tension, the only two people in the world.  

Then the final bell rang, and they leapt apart, Emma smoothing her skirt with shaking hands while Killian ran his own trembling fingers through his hair. 

“So, onion rings at Granny’s?” ventured Emma, wanting to kick herself for making him nervous again, after all her resolutions, hoping desperately he wouldn’t pull away. 

Killian sighed in relief, tinged with a hint of disappointment. Granny’s was safe. “Sounds perfect, love,” he said. 

[silver-the-cat]

Jack in Wonderland - Part 7 of more coming real soon

((God dang, it felt like it took me forever to get this part done. I hit a small bit of writer’s block in the beginning, but I should be fine and good to go now. So enjoy this new part!

Hope you all enjoy! I’m not exactly the proudest, but I still think this is an okay chapter!))

“What was it that voice said?”

The question had been bothering him, resurfacing a few minutes after he left the small clearing. He definitely remembered there being a voice among the weird static from before, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember at all what the voice had said. It almost reminded him of what had happened when he first came to Wonderland.

In fact, thinking about it carefully now, he really couldn’t remember what had exactly happened back then. Just a blank space in between what seemed like memories of recording something or playing video games and waking up in the Kingdom of White Hearts. Sure there were a few fragments, mostly just a feeling of falling, but it was just a huge black space.

Part of him wondered whether there was some kind of connection between the two incidents. It all seemed too perfectly timed to just be written off as a mere coincidences. Then that left another question unanswered. What caused both of them? And exactly what was the connection between the two?

Jack groaned slightly, rubbing his head. All that thinking had caused the unpleasant headache to suddenly return, rather unexpectedly. He wasn’t prepared for it at all, nearly stopping and doubling over in pain due to it. The headache had returned once or twice after he had left, bringing with it unpleasant reminders of the horrible white noise he had heard earlier.

“Really wish Henrik at least gave me something other than aspirin to deal with these stupid things.” He muttered as he dug around in his pockets, searching for the pill bottle Schneeplestein had given him before he had left. “Could’ve just given me some kind of….magic healing pill or potion or whatever. Whatever he did to fix me the first time at least, it couldn’t have been that hard to just use whatever it was he used last time!”

He continued grumbling for a few more minutes, before trailing off into thought once more. This time, it wasn’t about whatever had happened to cause him to suddenly lose memory of recent events. Instead, he noticed a few things about the forest around him. The leaves on the trees were growing brighter red by the second, several of the trees even growing thicker the further he got along. Soon enough, it got to the point where the trees were easily a few feet wide, possibly even as tall as skyscrapers. In between the trees as well were dark red roses and other various wildflowers. It reminded him greatly of the path leading to the White Hearts Kingdom, albeit with red trees and flowers rather than white ones.

“C-Can’t let me in?! W-What do you mean you c-cant let me in?!” Jack couldn’t help but give a small start upon hearing the voice. It sounded like Jackson, still sounding rather subdued (while somehow managing to sound extremely panicked). “Y-You know exactly who I am! I’m the messenger! The King himself told me to come this way!”

“Apologies. But those who serve the King must wear the correct attire.” A second voice, this one metallic and unfamiliar, responded. “Unless you provide proper identification, I cannot let you into the capital. Good day.”

“B-But Bing!” Jackson said, sounding like he was even whining. “Can’t you j-just perform one of y-your face scans or whatever new-fangled doodad you have installed? T-Then you’ll know for sure i-it’s me!”

“Results for face scans negative. Proper identification is needed for entry into the capital, otherwise I am ordered to refuse anyone without the needed identification.” The second voice, Bing, said. “Please present your heart pin and state name and business for entry.” Jack picked up his pace, digging around in his pocket for the item Jackson had dropped all that time ago.

“Hey! Wait, I think I have it!” He yelled, skidding around the corner as he finally pulled the thing from his pocket. This had to be the first time he had ever even seen it clearly. It was a blood red heart pin, almost exactly like the pins both Robbie and Schneeplestein had been wearing except in red. 

In front of him was a giant wall, sealed off by a massive wooden gate. Jackson, who had spun around at the sound of his voice, had been talking with what looked like the only guard on duty at the moment. This guard wore a dark red uniform, contrasting the bright yellow and orange lines that ran throughout his entire body. One of his arms even looked robotic underneath his uniform, a small orange logo stamped on the forearm.

“Y-You have it?! Oh thank the heavens!” Jackson exclaimed as Jack ran closer. “I can’t thank you enough for this, good sir! I-- Hold on….” He put a hand on his chin, squinting as he got a good look at Jack. “You’re the lad I ran into all the way back in White Hearts! How on earth did you get here?”

“I...er….followed you to here…?” Jack said rather awkwardly, as he held out the pin. “I noticed you dropped this and...well, I wanted to make sure you got it back. You certainly ended up taking me on one hell of a journey.” Jackson looked stunned, and Jack swore he saw a small flash of what looked like shame cross his face for a moment, as he took the pin.

“I...I see. Golly, I never thought that someone would go that far just to help.” He said. “Thank you again, lad. I guess I was right about us meeting again rather soon. I...don’t suppose you’d be staying around here any longer, would you?”

“Nope. ‘Fraid I really should get a move on.” Jack admitted. “I really do need to get home.” 

“Of course, of course! Pleasure meeting you, good sir!” Jackson said, even tipping his hat slightly before he turned back to the guard. “Bing! I have the pin!”

“Please state name and business.”

“Oh for the love of….Fine! My name is Jameson Jackson and I am the Royal Messenger!” 

“Jameson Jackson, the White Rabbit and King’s messenger. You are allowed to pass through.” The guard, Bing, stepped aside as the gate opened, wide enough for an animal to pass underneath. “Until you pass through once more.” Jackson simply nodded and, in a large puff of white smoke, transformed into a small white rabbit. The rabbit quickly jumped through, glancing back once as the gate slammed shut.

“Damn, feels weird now that I finally got that back to him.” Jack said, mostly to himself. “Guess all that’s left is just to call Marvin and get back--”

“Stop right there, citizen.” Bing said sharply, causing Jack to nearly jump a foot into the air. “You are not in my databanks. Please state your name.”

“My...name? Just call me Jack at this point. Everyone else basically has.” Jack replied. Bing frowned ever so slightly, his emotionless, dark green eyes flicking up and down.

….For whatever reason, that small observation made Jack extremely uneasy.

“Searching for name; Jack. Please wait while I complete this action.” The guard stood stone still, before the yellow lines running through his whole body gave a flash. “Results found. Wanted; Sean, but goes more by the name of Jack. Wanted by King of Red Hearts. Must be alive upon arrest.”

“Wait, back up a bit there, will ya?!” Jack yelped, holding his hands up in defense. “How the hell am I wanted?! I haven’t done a thing to anyone!”

“Please wait as I compare the picture given and your own. This will only take a few seconds.” Bing said, which only caused Jack to back away a bit. The yellow lines flashed once more and he began moving towards Jack rather slowly. “Results. Perfect match. Please come with me.”

“If I’m under arrest, why exactly am I even going to come!” Jack nearly yelled. “Listen, I understand you’re only doing your job, but I really ought to get going. Been a pleasure meeting you and all, but it’s seriously time for me to get the hell out of here!”

He quickly turned and began running. However, he didn’t get far as he ran into something. To his surprise, it was Bing, somehow standing in front of him. The collision caused Jack to fall to the ground, getting the wind knocked right out of him while Bing barely even flinched.

“Escape is futile. You are coming quietly whether or not you like it.” He said coldly, bending down and grabbing Jack’s arm tightly. His grip was like iron, completely unbreakable. “Apologies for the inconvenience.”

A dead weight settled itself into Jack’s stomach. Whatever was about to happen, he could already tell it wasn’t going to end well at all.

“Excellent work there,p̽uͩ͏p̔̈́p͆ͭ̉è̡̽̒ẗ́͛͢. He’s finally inside these walls.”

“....Y-You know….you told m-me to lead him here….but y-you never told me why? C-Can’t we just leave h-him be? He h-hasn’t done anything wrong, after all!” “I can’t just leͧ̓͆̉͞a̎̓̋͋̂̈́̚͘v̷͐ͭ̓e̎̐́͂̚ ̓̄h͛̄̇ͧim ̾̇ͣ̽ͭ͜b̴͐e̅̂. I N̡ͬ̽̄̆͒E͋ȆD̊͝ him if I want to take down that stuck up p̸̵͒̊ͤͣ̓̑ŗ̨͂ͦỉ͒̂̀̾̅ͭ̆c̷̛̑ͧk͊! He’s M̴͓̌͘Ȋ̵̮̹͆N̷͎͊͜͠E̷͔̔͆!”

“O-Of course sir! I-I understand….t-take down the k-king of White hearts….r-right….”

“Y̊́oͦ͐̾u̔͆͋͛̚҉'ͮ̿��̴̐ͪ̚d̒͋̋ͯͪ ͛ͭ̅ͫͭ͌̐bͤ̈̿͛e̎ͣ̏̏̕ẗ́ͬ̅̓͛͆̚͜t͐ͦ̅͒̃eͬȓ͂͘. Now leave. I’ve a n͜ew̴ͬ͐͂̓ ͣ̓̔̉p̴ͨu̿ͯͯ́ͫ̄͝ṕ͌͞p̕e͑͆͋́t to meet.”

((The ending, I literally wrote it during a free period in school as the period was ending. So apologies if it’s a bit rushed, that’s entirely on me. But I still hope you all enjoyed it anyways, this is starting to really get fun to write!

Like always, it’s now time for them tags!

@watermelonsinmyattic

And kudos to @alexisdevil. Also a huge big thank you to the support for this! See you all in the next part, I guess!))

[theoddesttea]

The Farseer Trilogy thoughts under the cut

Putting this here because I need to get my thoughts out. I just finished reading the third book and I am. Full of emotions. boy......so much happened in the last few chapters that I don’t know how to process it. Okay. so i’ll just list things as i think of them, i guess.

- my lovely Fool. he was absolutely my favorite character throughout the entire series, i was absolutely infatuated with him. he went through so much near the end but i am just glad he’s okay. and turning golden. and leading a dragon army against red raiders what the fuck

- speaking of red raiders uhhhh i guess they’re gone now! its not like you can really do anything against an army of dragons but damn did that process not last as long as i expected. but i guess that makes sense, seeing as we’re reading through Fitz’s perspective and he didn’t see any of the fighting.

- Fitz. my hermit boy. my trash child who i hate and adore. there have certainly been parts throughout the series when ive just been like “jeeeeeeez stop complaining and just!!! do your destiny shit!!!!” but with this last book ive really come to feel for him and the depths of all the things he has to deal with. like, i was never too much of a fan of the molly romance (just didn’t feel very substantial to me) but to see burrich and molly ending up together was just. oof. like i get that they both thought fitz was dead for like a year, and i totally get it on mollys side, but on burrichs side its like boy??? fitz was like your son. and now you’re screwing his ex. feels weird man.

- but on the topic of things that feel weird, NOTHING will top Verity having sex with Kettricken in Fitz’s body. like, that whole thing was (and is) actually really upsetting to me, and felt way more like a betrayal than the Fool’s “betrayal” did. i understand that it helped verity finish the dragon and gave kettricken a new heir so nettle wouldn’t be sucked into the life but...ugh. it’s just so grossly invasive and disturbing to me. and it didn’t feel like a small thing that immediately afterwards, fitz sleeps with starling, a rape survivor. like they’re both trying to reclaim their bodies.

- starling. ohhhh starling. i have such conflicted feelings toward you. on first impression i loved her, then i started to grow exasperated, and then i hated her. and now i think im okay with her. im positive that this is at least partly because of fitz’s perspective and misunderstanding, it’s really hard for me to look back and try to see things differently without reading it again (ill probably end up reading it again). i appreciate what she did to help everyone in the end. and she gave fitz a kid???? “hey i found this kid u want him lol”. although im sure itwas to give him the companionship he needed in his hermit life. and the kid he never got to have

- “I have never asked her where they live. I have never seen any of the children. In that, I am truly my father’s son.” *sobs*

- “Perhaps, somewhere there is a toymaker who makes puppets that are a delight and a marvel. I hope he wears an earring of silver and blue. The fingerprints he left on my wrist have faded to a dusky gray. I think I will always miss him.” *SOBS*

- we finally got to see patience again. i love her. shes doing so well. i want her to be happy. i wish she knew fitz was alive :(

- kettricken finally has a kid. prince dutiful...I really hope she’s happy now too.

- i assume there’s more to this story? considering there are three more trilogies (although i think only one pertains to the Fool? and therefore Fitz, probably??? pls tell me they see each other again)

- i was thinking whether robin meant for the filling of dragons to be a metaphor for the creative process. for myself, it often feels that way - taking bits and pieces of life and other works and storing them into something that will eventually be greater than all its parts. but it takes something from you in the process. i think this is the way it is meant to be taken - but to be completely honest, the first time the idea came to me i thought of myself as the dragon, greedily taking in everything i can with the hopes to one day truly awaken

- speaking of dragons. forsaw the verity and fool dragon. did NOT forsee every other dragon in the forest awakening holy shit reading the description of an army taking to the air was fucking incredible. I can’t express what i would do to see a movie/tv interpretation of this.

- i was actually thinking of how this book might be adapted the entire time i was reading, cause its cool to think about. especially when it comes to depicting internal things like the wit and skill.

- maaaaaaaaan i know theres way more stuff that happened but i feel like i need to sleep for a week to process this. boy. i haven’t felt this way in a while. fucking kudos, robin hobb.

- ACTUALLY there is one more thing - is Chade witted??? is that what the insinuation was??? because the “rat thing” is the creature planning to kill regal before, and i first i thought it was chade’s weasel, but that doesn’t make sense because fitz would’ve recognized him. also the creature (i cant remember what it was lol) was in pain over its bond dying. but then if thats the case why mention chade and his weasel??? what is the significance??????????

- okay i think im done now. i wanna read the next trilogy immediately but i also wanna let this stew in my head for a bit....something tells me ill be having dreams of dragons in the coming nights

[fizzyren]

sappho

a super self indulgent rosemary PWP, short story short: Kanaya eats Rose out to a happy ending. 

tags for: cunnilingus, sloppy makeouts, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Meteor Shenanigans, Mild Body Worship, POV Third Person, Wet & Messy, Oral Sex

this is cross posted on my AO3 I’d really appreciate if you gave it a read and some kudos here if you enjoyed <3

i remember why i cant write lesbian porn fics bc i get too horny oops

Rose finds Kanaya in the research lab. Or rather, Kanaya finds her.

Rose has made herself comfortable tucked into the table, book of choice open on the flat surface, elbow on the weird wood-metal hybrid to hold up her chin as her eyes roam the black letters. Line after line. Boring Alternian script detailing hypotheses and experiments in drab clinical steps.

Her eyes drew up to the transportalizer as it began to light up. Soon, Kanaya appeared, stepping forward with a stack of four books in her arms. The jade-blood doesn’t look surprised to see Rose sitting there.

“Hello, Rose.” The troll comes around to Rose’s side of the table to press a kiss to her black lips in greeting, smiling before she moves to the two rows of bookshelves on the far wall of the little room.

Rose gives up on trying to cram in information in a foreign language and turns around in the chair to watch Kanaya put the books back in their proper slots. A much more interesting subject.

They catch each others’ eyes every few seconds, sneaky and flirty glances met with smiles or winks and quick glances away. By the time Kanaya’s arms are empty, Rose is beckoning her over.

The jade-blood easily, happily, complies and stands in front of Rose, kissing her again before glancing over her shoulder to take a peek at the still open book.

“I didn’t know you enjoyed reading lusii climate exposure research.”

“Oh, is that what this is?” Rose glances at the book as well, a sly grin pulling at her lips when Kanaya’s fingers pull her chin back around, “I was under the impression that this was a science fiction novel and I was just getting past the boring introduction.”

Kanaya doesn’t grace her with a reply, instead kissing her again, and again….and again. Rose hums gently, hands finding their way on Kanaya’s waist, trying to pull her in closer, perhaps draw the other girl into her lap. But Kanaya doesn’t come, no matter how insistently Rose tugs and begins to quietly complain against her mouth.

When they finally part, Kanaya moves her mouth to Rose’s neck, careful to not smear lipstick against her light skin. Rose leans back, bumping into the edge of the table with a sigh before her hands give up on tugging and begin to undo the fabric she can reach.

“I have doubts that this is the best place to do this,” Kanaya starts, still licking over the small new bruise she’s left above Rose’s clavicle.

“Nonsense,” Rose sighs, making a noise of triumph when Kanaya’s sash and skirt drop to the floor, “no one will come looking in here. No one else on this rock reads this shit.”

Kanaya ends up laughing. A combination of Rose’s profanity and obvious frustration in keeping Kanaya far away enough to pull both her shirts free is a little comical.

She has grown to be rather fond of Rose now. After taking a year and a half to warm up to each other on the meteor, they began dating, mostly in secret. Rose’s faux confidence masked anxiety and stress and self-conscious thoughts that only made themselves known under the influence of alcohol. Many awkward and, in Rose’s words, “shitty” dates led to deep philosophical talks on the floor wrapped in blankets, both girls falling asleep against each other when the hours droned by.

It’s been a long time to have Rose like this. Flirty and genuinely confident. Herself. Happy.  

“You’re thinking too much again, darling.” Rose’s voice says gently, pulling Kanaya out of her thoughts.

“I was only remembering our time together when this all started.” lips press to the corner of Rose’s mouth, stuck in a pout.

“Remembering embarrassing things will only serve to ruin the moment we’re having.”

“Endearing, you mean.”

Rose rolls her eyes and ends with fixing the jade blood with a raised eyebrow and a frown.

“No. I do mean embarrassing. I had no idea how to act around you.”

“You grew out of it,” Kanaya tries.

Rose immediately comes back with, “it still happened.”

Kanaya takes Rose by the chin again and kisses her, hard, sure to press her tongue against the seal of her girlfriend’s lips to part them and dip inside. She’s lovely. So very lovely in the way the tension eases from her muscles and she leans into Kanaya’s touch like she’s starving for it. Kanaya pulls back.

“And I do not love you any less for it.”

Rose gripes in exasperation, banters back and forth with Kanaya through the rest of their time getting clothes pulled off and tossed to the floor. She’s still grumbling little protests as Kanaya kisses down her bare chest, over each breast and down further, the top of her navel, just below, further, further.

Manicured nails finally find their way into Kanaya’s hair and a sigh is gently let into the room. It is not the first time that Kanaya’s put her mouth on her, pressed her warm tongue inside, but every time it feels like the first time. Hot. Wet.

Rose’s legs splay wider to fit Kanaya’s shoulder between them, seated awkwardly on the chair so her pelvis is angled comfortably for Kanaya to fit her mouth against her.

Kanaya settles on the little chair cushion under her knees, knocked to the floor in their haste to get their clothes off. She chances a peek up, to check if Rose is comfortable where she is or not, and the verdict weighs heavy with the former.

Rose’s head is leaned back, blonde hair carefully fallen away from her face, not hiding the pink flush that runs from Rose’s cheeks to the top of her chest. Her small, pink nipples have already begun to stiffen and were Kanaya not so preoccupied she’d make her way back up to wet them and tease the sensitive skin with her teeth.

Rose seems to be a very avid fan of her fangs regardless of where she decides to drag them. Or in some cases, sink them.

The skin at the sides of Rose’s chest moves and slides over the tone of muscle as she breathes, gasps and sighs to make her moans quieter. Kanaya seems it as a challenge. She flattens her tongue and drags it wet and slow all the way up between Rose’s folds and over her clit, watching the shiver roll up Rose’s back to her shoulders.

Her black lips part, head dropping so their eyes can meet. That shy bit of Rose is coming back, subtle in the way Rose’s eyes get darker as she watches Kanaya’s tongue make the same hot slide from back to front again. The way Rose catches the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth and squeezes before letting go. The way her fingers curl in Kanaya’s hair and push, pull, tug, skip at the base of her horns before letting go and trying to find the edge of the chair to grasp.

The flush on her cheeks brings out the hidden spatter of freckles across her nose and that little detail is the one that makes Kanaya groan and close her eyes. Keeping that memory of Rose’s face in her mind as she works her tongue faster, again and again until her chin is dripping with saliva and slick.

Rose’s thighs are trembling. Just a barely there tremor that tenses when Kanaya seals her lips and sucks, rubs the slippery underside of her tongue on Rose’s clit in languid circles.

Rose’s fingers suddenly have a tight hold on Kanaya’s hair again, not pushing or pulling, just holding on as she whines and whispers, “yes, yes, right there, just like that, Kanaya, please.”

She knows better than to switch the pace up now, especially when Rose begins to rock her hips in small little jerks until her legs tense up and her voice cracks on a sob. Kanaya would like to watch but she’s seen Rose’s face enough times to know. The gentle knit between her brows, the bitten off lipstick, her jaw dropped, eyes squeezed closed as she chases her orgasm. The way that as she comes down from it she purses her lips together and her face relaxes, shoulders slumping.

Kanaya doesn’t pull away until Rose pushes on her forehead and groans, shaking her head and mumbling “I’m done, I’m done.” Perhaps Kanaya would continue on just to hear her love cry and plea. But now is not that time.

Rose ends up pulling Kanaya up into her chest and then up enough to drag her tongue over Kanaya’s wet chin with a mischievous smile. Kanaya’s fangs ache .

They end up on the floor, Rose knelt over Kanaya’s hips and short blonde hair framing her face like a halo. She keeps a hand on Kanaya’s flat chest, and the other on her hip before slipping down. Her violet eyes are sharp, predatory even when dark and blown wide with lust.

“And for your reward…”

[blschaos3000-blog]

Its 12:23 am night

Welcome to “8 Questions with…….”

When I used to book bands,my first booking job was at a small bar called Marsugi’s. It held around 150 heads and we featured a lot of touring acts but the glue to our club were the local bands that played for us. One of the best things about booking or even working there was seeing the excitement and raw passion of giving a band their first shows. The best two best shows I always tried to get were record releases and that all important FIRST show. Why?? Because you knew without a doubt they were going to put on their very best performance and leave everything on the stage….add in the fact they were playing in front of friends and family,on many nights it was pure magic and to see a band take off…amazing.

Meeting Dominic Cancelliere reminded me of those bands….he is hungry and ready to show his skills,drive and smarts on anyone’s film. He is an actor’s equivalent of a “gym rat”,first one to the set,knows his and everyone’s lines,isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty and helps out the crew and is among the last to leave. Dominic’s desire to make a name and doing great work comes across brightly even when one is chatting through Facebook. Balancing a home life in Ohio while pursuing a professional life in Atlanta is no small task and many normal folks couldn’t do it for long. Dominic knows he needs the support of his family and friends and through their love and support,this young actor already has worked on over 30 projects in less then two years. With a work ethic like that,it won’t be too much longer before Dominic takes the next step forward in his career…..just remember where you heard his name first….. And now,let’s go ask Dominic his 8 Questions…..

    Please introduce yourself and tell us about your latest project.

Hi Patrick, my name is Dominic Cancelliere, I am 24 years old from Cleveland, Ohio. I played college football at Tiffin University, and later transferred to Cleveland State University and finished my degrees in Marketing and Economics. I quit my first 9/5 post college job, because I could not take sitting behind a desk, missing out on opportunities with acting. You only got one life to live and I was not living my life to the fullest in punching numbers all day. I would rather give it my all and fail, then come back to reality and work a normal job and rot away in a cubicle. I have been a substitute teacher this whole past school year, its flexible and allows me to have a flexible schedule to pursue acting. This summer I made it my goal to not make any excuses to not do projects that are worth my time. I have spent a lot of time in Atlanta, the booming new movie hot spot. It sucks being away from family and ubering everywhere but luckily i have a supporting family and friends in the hotel industry to get me discounted rate. My friend’s dad, Joe Isernia, always helps me with rooms and really makes the burden of traveling a lot easier. My latest project was a very featured role on the show Brockmire starring Hank Azaria. I cant give many more details on this role, but it was one of my favorite experiences on set.

    What was it like growing up in your home? What are some of your favorite memories?

Growing up in my home was great, I have two sisters one is Nicolina 25, she is a pharmacist and does really well for herself through hard work and years of school. My younger sister is 19, she is going to Ohio State University in the fall, she reminds me a lot of myself. My dad moved to this country at a very young age from Sicily with his family and has been working his whole life providing for us, he is truly my hero. My mother is my biggest fan in my acting career, she’s always bugging me with questions and is just always by my side. I have a beautiful girlfriend name Sami, who I have been with since junior year in high school, she is in her last year of nursing school. I have a very supportive family and i could not be more grateful for that. Some of my favorite memories are when life was simple and just enjoyed the little things, going on vacation, family dinners, and just family time, when we were all home and together.

When did you decide you wanted to become an actor? What was the reaction from your friends and family?

When I decided to be an actor at first it was a shock.I got into this industry randomly while working at Shinto Japanese Steakhouse, and ended up meeting a casting director.From there my life took a big change. It all started out as fun and games, and just doing any work I could do to get experience and learn. After awhile i got tired of being an extra and background and decided to start taking acting lessons, get professional headshots, get real acting experience. When I quit my full time job in October of 2018 it was scary, I did not know what I was going to do for $ and just in general, so I took a leap of faith, drove all around the country gaining more experience and started making it my full time job. I started applying auditioning and later getting 4 Talent Agencies in multiple cities which helped my career immensely. My parents and family are very supportive and its hard for them to understand this industry as its hard for anybody not in it to understand what they can do to help, but they are as supportive as they could be and i could not be more happy about that.

How important is your education to you? What do you like about the classroom?

My education is very important to me, I graduated with 2 degrees from college, and I am happy I did. Although it is not doing me much good now, but it is great to have something to fall back on. I never saw the point of acting classes until I started taking them, they are the most important tool an actor can have. Its not just “pretending to be someone” in acting – there is so much I have learned and am still learning from them. I love learning new things and constantly growing as an actor.

What was your first job in the industry and how did it happen for you?

My first job was an extra role in “Acts Of Violence” starring Bruce Willis, filmed in Cleveland. I was serving tables and met a local casting director,Angela Boehms,who I owe my whole career to, she saw something in me that night, even though it was for a featured extra role, she has been supportive and a mentor to me all of my career.

What is the difference between an “credited” and “uncredited” role?

Uncredited and credited is a big thing in this industry and it simply means if you are credited in the end credits of the  film or not. Uncredited is very common for extras and background roles, while you may be in the movie and on screen for a lot, if you are not credited, you are not in the end credits. Usually when you are booked as something generic as “paramedic, jogger, coffee shop patron” those are uncredited roles, whereas a named character is a credited role, usually with speaking lines. There is exceptions to the rule, but that is the general outline.

What  has been your three favorite films to work on and what made them special?

My 3 favorite films i have worked on would be White Boy Rick starring Matthew McConaughey, I got to spend a lot of time around him, and talked to him. It was just so surreal and he was so down to earth and gave me some nice advice- truly moments like that make me keep going. Other productions i have enjoyed working on was recently Brockmire in Atlanta, and Escape Plan 3 starring Sylvestor Stallone. It was 6 days of shooting in a haunted prison in Mansfield, it was very excruciating at times but it was nice being booked multiple days on a big project. I met some great people along the way and many continue to be good friends.

How does improv make you better as an actor? What has been the one area of your acting that has challenged you the most?

Improv is essential for an actor, I always avoided this while studying acting. It made me super uncomfortable getting a random category and a random story and just in a matter of seconds acting it out in front of others. However I finally started training and attending improv classes because it is essential, so many times in an audition you are told to improv a scene based off of what they tell you. You have to think fast and be creative, and when you are uncomfortable you are learning and growing as a an actor. Improv allows you as an actor to be creative, there is no right or wrong, and the only time you are wrong is when you are not taking chances and being creative. My hardest part about acting has been acting in roles that are not really how i would cast myself, I am usually always casted as a bad guy or a tough guy because of my size, hair , and beard. When I get cast or audition for a role that is not dramatic or the bad guy, it takes me a lot more time to get into that character. I have grown a lot as an actor doing roles outside my comfort zone, because acting is not always the same role you have to be open and ready to do anything.

If you were at an audition and a follow actor who going for the same part asked for your help,would you do or not and why?

I would always help out an actor by any means, this industry is cut throat and many people think it’s all about themselves. That is not the case,if we all helped each other out this industry,it would be so much more fun and positive. There is a role out there for everyone, if I can help anyone get a role or help them grow, I will. I have learned if someone else is meant for a role opposed to myself, kudos to them by helping them get it, it is just as good of a feeling as if I got it. I am on so many groups on FB and am constantly applying for roles and sharing that information to others, even if they may get it opposed to me. I love helping others and seeing people succeed in this industry. There are too many people that are only thinking about themselves, and those people are truly the worst. I support and respect anybody taking a leap of faith and trying to make it in this industry.

What haa been the biggest adjustment for you moving from Ohio to Georgia?

So I haven’t fully moved down to Georgia just yet. Just have been spending a lot of time down here, because around here we have not gotten much work. I am not a tree, I need to go wherever and whenever if I truly want to make it. The biggest adjustment is coming from a smaller market to a bigger market, the competition is more fierce and i do not know many people down here. I went from having connections and a reputation, to just a small fish in a huge pond. It’s like starting from scratch, it’s scary and overwhelming but you just got to keep pushing and stop making excuses for yourself.

What does “ambition” mean to you?

Ambition means having a motor that just does not quit. I face constant rejection with auditions and submissions, but you just got to keep pushing. I want this more than I have wanted anything in life, and i will not give up until I have either,one- made it, or two- do not have the ambition or drive to keep going. This industry is brutal and the chance for success is very very little, it’s like hitting the lottery, but hey if your dreams don’t scare you, are they big enough? You got one life, each day is not an guarantee, its a blessing and I want to make the most of my limited time on this Earth, doing what I love with the ones I love.

What are your 5 five favorite films amd why?

My 5 favorite films are Avatar, Apocalypto, Dazed and Confused, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, and Gran Torino. Apocalypto is by far my favorite as it is just so raw and packed with real emotion and powerful storytelling. Mel Gibson does a phenomenal movie directing this, if you have not seen it I highly recommend it.

The cheetah and I are flying in to watch you do some improv but we are a day early,now you are our tour guide,what are we doing?

Cleveland, Ohio baby. There is no place like this city, this city was built off grit and truly a blue collar town, everything is earned and not given in this city. So many fun things to do here, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, 3 major professional sports teams, little Italy,the natural history museum, beautiful scenery right on the lake, breathtaking metro parks. I am proud to say I am from Cleveland, there is no place like this city. I do not know what it is, but I always find my way back, it is truly home.

I like to thank Dominic for his time and patience as I am once again swamped with new films to review and interviews to get out. We wish him great success in his career!

But you can follow Dominic on his various social media outlets:

See which film he is working on his IMDb page. Follow Dominic on Twitter. And of course he has a InstaGram.

I also like to address something as well…..Dominic offered to pay me for a interview and I am saddened to say that isn’t the first time I have heard that. While I’m no formal “journalist” and make zero pretense to be one,anyone who would charge a actor,writer or musucian to write a interview or a review is completely unethical and dishonest. I have seen people offer to do this “service” and have called them out on that. No one will ever have to pay me for something I love to do. I’m sorry Dominic felt he had to pay me,no one should have to pay anyone to tell their story,especially to a small blogger and his cheetah…..rant over. If someone asks you for cash they don’t have your best interests at heart.

As always,I like to thank you all for your support!! Feel free to leave a comment!

8 Questions with…………….actor Dominic Cancelliere Its 12:23 am night Welcome to "8 Questions with......." When I used to book bands,my first booking job was at a small bar called Marsugi's.

[20thcentutygeek]

90s Cartoon theme Songs

I grew up in the 90's. By the time my little eyes and ears could comprehend what they were being subjected to, the era of mad animation had already begun. The 1990's were a colourful time, from the acid induced dance music to the sugar and additive-laden neon sweets and drinks. Luckily the animated shows we were given were no different. Accelerating from the successful franchises of the 80's, most of which made money from the toy and merchandise tie-ins, the animation of the 1990's seemed to blast full speed with style, irreverence and a no holds barred approach to the premise of new shows. But no matter which show you loved the most (or simply just watched because you didn't have anything better to do while you eat refreshers and drank panda pop) the first and most resonating taste of a cartoon is its theme. And the 90's gave us some wonderful themes. *Be warned, if you begin looking up some of these themes on youtube it's very likely you will succumb to the endless black hole of intro's. Just as Scott and I did.* The list of catchy choruses, magical melodies and bouncing bass lines are endless. I have a special affinity for theme songs. There is something potent about the tiny snapshot of music purpose-built to set the tone of a show. Each one is like a 30 second score, encompassing the feel, the energy and often the premise of the show to come. Those of you who have stepped foot in Super Shakes will probably have noticed a handful of themes in the shop playlist (In between copious amounts of Seal). So if I took the time to go over every jingle that puts a smile on my face then this would be an incredibly long blog. [Though honourable mentions go to any theme without lyrics such as Doug, Rugrats, Ren and Stimpy; and to superstar composer Danny Elfman] For the purpose of time and sanity I'll instead present to you 3 observations during my time in the infinite back-to-back session of intro videos. So if you are simply a curious party or are in the process of creating your own authentic sounding 90's theme song, keep these in mind. Rule 01: 90's keep it brief Apart from the quality of the animation and the steady decline of muscular He-Men, a new trend also occurred - swifter intros. Just as every comic is somebody's first, the same applies for cartoons with their self contained stories and repeatability. Because of this many 80's shows began with an intro that was in itself a prologue, as is the case of the hilarious and infectious opening to Ulysses 31. [Check it out here - https://youtu.be/OZ4c1X5ene8 ] But once we past the invisible decade barrier, things start to get more straight to the point. Maybe it was because the old style was beginning to feel tired, maybe it was to simply shave an extra minute and a half off the total run time. There is a good chance that it was because as we merged into the era of lunacy and (Ani)maniacs there was no story structure. "Mama had a chicken! Mama had a cow! Dad was proud, and he didn't care how!" Enough said. Rule 02: Ducks have Soul The musicianship behind theme tunes is often passed by. Since most of the themes are over and done with in 30 seconds, a lot of these gems and respective artists don't get to become as recognised as the 30 seconds (or less) of effort that goes in to most modern pop songs. And although there were many thematic changes to soundtracks as time progressed including Guitar riffs getting more fiery and saxophones (unfortunately) dissipating, one trend I did notice was that shows with ducks had a passionate theme that few competed with. Lets begin with Duckula (Which began in the 80's but waddled into the Nine-zero's). Beginning with a dark and spooky backstory and blackened images, all is blasted away once the vocals burst in. I get the impression if the theme was a minute longer we would have some glass shattering vibrato on our hands. At several points there are moments when it is as if the microphone they used cant actually handle the singing. Kudos to the composers for making the very silly premise of this show get glossed over by the energetic theme. From Duck vampires to Duck crusaders, namely DW - Darkwing Duck. This Noire-styled big-billed master of surprise had a hearty theme too. In order to even attempt to replicate the pipes on this performer you have to fill your lungs first. You can just hear the force in their voice as they repeat the title of the show, to the point where when the second verse comes in the whole song seems muted in comparison. But so do many things after you listen to this theme a few times, its hefty. Then in 1996 as if there weren't enough rich vocals and duck centred animations; along comes The Mighty Ducks. Not the rousing live-action family comedy starring a handful of young actors (Including the future Foggy Nelson from Daredevil sporting virtually the same haircut). This is jacked up, colourful, anthropomorphic ducks playing hockey, and the theme is just as mighty. The entire song seems to be shouted and the eager singer can barely get the first sentence finished without adding some vocal flair. The incredible intensity of this theme leaves no doubt about the final statement "Ducks Rock!". This correlation between bombastic birds and soulful songs doesn't end there. A post millennium show Duck Dodgers has a theme performed by none other than world renowned welshman Tom Jones. And if thats not enough, need I mention one of the the most catchy themes of all - a Tale of a rich Duck who famously dives into his vault of Gold coins? I'm sure you can hear it in your head already. [If not click here to develop a tick that makes you "Woo-Oo" impulsively anytime you hear the title of the show - https://youtu.be/9DXo5haNd9M ] Rule 03: Repeat the title as many times as possible It goes without saying that if you want someone to remember your brand, you need them to remember the name. It's quite possible this marketing tactic was discovered in the late 80's. Pick 5 cartoons that ran in the 90's, and sing the theme. (Feel free to do it in your head if you don't want to look like a Freakazoid at the coffee shop). I'd bet that you said the title of the show at least 3 times. Yes it's intended and yes it almost seems silly once highlighted (Try the theme game again with 5 HBO shows; it's very different. I'm betting on 0), but it also puts a recognisable time stamp on our cartoons, a loveable paradigm of silliness. This may have most memorably begun with a group of adolescent-genetically irregular- Japanese covert martial arts practicing-amphibians. Yes Leo, Donnie, Mikey and Raph's unquestionable chant, which although formed in the late 80's ran deep into the hearts, minds, and dreams of 90's kids everywhere. Brought to life by the mastermind of mindless repetition Chuck Lorre (See Two and a Half Men & Big Bang Theory - J-Man), who may have unintentionally begun a more overt tradition for shows created afterwards. Notably Earthworm Jim, W.I.L.D Cats, Hey Arnold and Rocko's Modern Life all follow the formula that shouting the title is key to a good theme. You can see this method working in the Spider-Man cartoon series (Theme co-written by Media Mogul and Power Rangers creator Haim Saban). The words are repeated to the point that the synthesised vocoder chanting goes askew into saying Spider-anything. It's almost as if the singer was exhausted or Joe Perry(Of Aerosmith)'s face melting guitar was tiring them out. I used to think that at one point he was saying Spider-Glider in reference to hobgoblin showing up on screen, but it works for any word you can cram into those syllables. Spider-pamphlet. Spider-burger. Spider-spleen. You get the point. And as if to prove that the musicians and melody makers behind all of these knew what they were doing - See Exhibit B - Bucky O' Hare. The action packed, detailed crammed opening doesn't forget to add the secret sauce; the name Bucky O' Hare is mentioned various times as are most of the other characters. But as we reach the end there is a very self aware moment where after definitely screaming the name several times one vocalist asks the other "Did you say Bucky?" as if they have a quota to fill. Without a beat his colleague replies "I said Bucky." and they both harmonise for a final "Bucky O'Hare!". This not only adds another few name drops to the counter but is a wonderful little giggle at themselves and the absurdity of their job. To sum up, Memory can be measured by recall, recognition and relearning. With the constant barrage of names and vivid images drilled into our heads several times over before we have even seen the show - our capability to recite, recognise and build on our knowledge may explain why 90's shows and their themes were so (literally) unforgettable. - J-Man

(@TheMindofJMan)

[sambart93]

2017.07.07 Minoru Review!

I got to see my Hiroki again a few weeks back and unfortunately this one will not being making it to DVD and I could only go and see it once (but from the front row because it was free seating, not set), but I thoroughly enjoyed it and it left a lot to think about later.

Cast/Characters

Saito Kenshin as Kirishima Minoru Yamamoto Mayu as Matsumoto Natsumi Akaba Mio as Morita Minoru Tanaka Hiroki as Takimoto Minoru Kagotani Kazuki as Ishimura Minoru Hasui Yuuma as Sekido Minoru Uta Aoto as Akagawa Minoru Megane as Sato Minoru Adachi Yuna Arisa Toda Reina Hayashi Chinami Hamano Atsushi Tamimoto Shouko

Story:

Kirishima Minoru wakes up in a room one day full of other Minorus. Turns out they all died and now have a chance to either live another Minoru’s life or to relive their own. So one by one they talk about their lives and decide who’s life they’ll take next. Naturally, none of them had easy lives and all of them have a few scars (either physically or mentally). It raises lots of good questions like: if you redid your life, would you do it differently? Would you be happy if you had another’s life? If you could live another’s life, would you, and what kind of life would you want?

Stage:

The seating was split into two parts with the stage smack bang in the middle of the room. The area I sat on was about 4 rows and raised up a step per row. The other area was up some stairs and about three rows, raised one step per row. The actors would come out from behind that section and down the stairs into the stage. 

The total run time was 1 hour 45 minutes with time after for talking to the actors and chekis/polaroid pictures.

Review:

I want to talk about The Characters a little first. 

Kirishima Minoru is our main character (and is a cutie!) and turns out his life was DARK. He was abused by his father, as well as his mother, and one day he has enough and kills his father. His mother puts the blame on herself so her son can have a life but it means she’s in prison for most of his life. He finally meets someone who he falls in love with, Matsumoto Natsumi, and wants to marry. Luckily it all goes okay with her father too but there’s a scene where he asks his daughter ‘did you tell him?’ and Natsumi replies ‘not yet’. Turns out she’s dying, and there’s this beautiful scene where they carry her in one of those patient beds as she apologies to Minoru and that she’s loves him etc.

Then we have the high school delinquent/yankee: Morita Minoru. Naturally when they all first meet he’s very forward going and very aggressive but very soon he shows his true colours and how weak and sensitive he is. Especially when Takimoto figures out Morita has an older brother (who he looks exactly like except the older brother wore glasses and wasn’t a yankee) who Takimoto used to date(?) -- He definitely implied that they dated. Morita’s sad story is that his brother committed suicide after it came put that he was gay and couldn’t cope people abandoning him. Morita loved his brother a lot. I’ll get to it later but this scene is amazing.

And now onto Takimoto Minoru who is very unapologetically gay and while being gay gave him a hard life, he’s not embarrassed to say and show who he is. He talks about how he was super, super popular with the girls growing up and all of them wanted to date him but deep downside he always liked boys so never dated any of them. And then he met Takimoto’s older brother who was also gay and they formed this great friend/relationship. But one day, he committed suicide and was gone.

Ishimura Minoru has a sad back story. When he son was about 6/7 years old, his wife got very sick and died of cancer and the doctor who attended to him was Sato Minoru. It’s such a sad scene that definitely got me crying the most.

Sekido Minoru is known as the ‘Normal Guy’ his entire life is completely normal. Normal family, normal upbringing, naturally went to school, then university and finally got a job at an office. He naturally found someone he wanted to marry, and she was attracted to him by how normal he was. So they get get married and get pregnant and then... she loses the baby. It also leaves her very infertile and this crushes her. She just wanted a normal life. But here’s the thing; Sekido hates how normal his life is so he finds the positivity at the end where she says ‘I just wanted a normal life. I just wanted a baby and a happy life’ and he says ‘well we’re not normal anymore... having a baby is not normal anymore. It’ll be special.. it’s now special for us if we have a baby’ and somehow they get happy again.

Akagawa Minoru is the hikkikomori (the shut in) of the group. He doesn’t really care for anything, doesn’t really want to do anything and just spends his time alone and in his room and doesn’t really have any emotional feelings for anything.

Last we have Sato Minoru who was/is a doctor. Al he ever wanted to be as a kid was a super hero so he decided to be a doctor but soon learnt that being a doctor is more stressful and heartbreaking than he imagined. All he sees is death and cannot see the glimpses of hope coming fro being a doctor when he saves someone. He mentions how he remembers the first patient he ever lost and that he’s been counting how many he’s lost. A doctor isn’t the type of super hero he wanted to be.

Now onto Scenes and Opinions etc.

Of course I cried at this! This was overall not a happy play but having said that it also had light, comedy moments and scenes of hope and is quite uplifting but in terms of the crap the characters went through; it’s dark.

Especially when we watched the mother slowly dying of cancer. It’s just this one spotlight on the mother and we see her happy when she first finds out she has cancer and then slowly the light gets dimmer and we see her start to slum and lose energy and her movements get slower and her face drops into a straight face. It was super sad to see that development.

And of COURSE Hiroki-kun was playing a gay character!! I almost died laughing when he said it. OF COURSE!! I wouldn’t expect anything else from him. This is the 3rd time he’s played an openly gay character and I’ve always assumed he was gay anyway and after this play he wrote on his blog something like ‘to be able to play a character with the same sexuality as me’ (I could’ve read it wrong but) so I was like ‘I knew it! And please keep playing gay characters!” because he plays them so perfectly and he’s not embarrassed to do kiss scenes and stuff which takes balls! I really loved his performance in this too <3

The Normal guy is cute! So was Kirishima, and of course my Hiroki was totally cute(!). 

Coming down the stairs to the theatre, I noticed that the actress Yamamoto had flowers everywhere, and now I know why. She's a VERY good actor, and is very cute!! 

The comedy was very well done! And there was some bad English too which made everyone, especially me, crack up. I think it was the doctor and he’s just like (in English) ‘I CANT STOP-ING’ I died laughing. And of course I laughed at ALL the Dajare because I LOVED dajare! It was with Kirishima and Natsumi when she confesses her love to him and she’s like ‘KOI!....COME!!! == It’s love! Come here!’  If you don’t know Japanese, you’re not going to find the Koi/Come funny, sorry...

Also, I really liked how they all came in and I like how they all stayed on stage for such a long time and watched each other's stories and such. Kudos on their behalf for being able to do massive chunks on stage at a time and not mess up. 

AND! How their stories are all connected was really cool too! I love how the Morita and Takimoto are connected through the brother, and how Sato and Sekido, Sato and Ishimura were connected too. 

Speaking of Morita and Takimoto, their scene is so good! So Takimoto looks at Morita strange, and Morita being a bit put off him because he’s gay backs away, and Takimoto take’s Sato’s glasses and places them on Morita; that’s when he figures out he knows Morita’s older brother. This causes Morita to break down and cry about how painful it was to lose hos brother and how he committed suicide because he couldn’t accept he was gay and Takimoto talks about how much he loved his brother and was also heart broken when he died. And all this was RIGHT in front of my eyes, I was literally less than 30cm away from them two as this scene played out and I was part in heart pain and tears because it’s a heartbreaking scene, but I also had heart going 200000 times an hour because Hiroki was doing this intense scene RIGHT in front of me, my heart couldn’t take all the hotness xD

And all the cuties!!

In the end, they all agree that they don’t want to switch with another’s life and they see the goodness and happy moments in their life and that they want to redo their lives over, instead of switching.

The ending is a little bit of a twist though. We see Kirishima finally meet his mother after like 15/16 years of her being in prison and they’re super happy to see one another but Kirishima’s says ‘I’m not the Minoru you know’. The scene then changes to Kirishima and Natsumi and it’s Natsumi admitting that she kept a secret from him about her illness and that she’s dying and Kirishima is like ‘I don’t want you to die!!’ and she’s fully accepted she’s going to die and tells him to live a happy life and to not be scared and finally meet his mother, but he can’t take it; so in the end he decides to switch bodies with her; he dies in Natsumi’s body and Natsumi lives on in Kirishima’s body. And the stage ends there. I was totally blown away that they kept that massive reveal until right at the very end! Such a good ‘oh my god!!’ moment.

This was a really good play and I am not doing it justice and it’s a shame it didn’t get a DVD. Maybe they’ll do a rerun of it next year with the same cast or something. I wish I could’ve seen it two or three more times.

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Cheki Time!

Guuuuuys!! Hiroki's so adorable! I say this everytime but seriously he is!! First we took our cheki and then asked if he would take my letter which he said he will (of course). 

AND(!) he knew where I was sitting, during the cheki time he was like ‘ バッチリいましたね/ You were right there weren’t you!’ He asked if it was difficult for me to understand and I said ‘no. Even through the feelings I could get it’ -- I didn't think it was difficult to understand!! Why did I say that?!?! Ugh nerves!!

Then he told me to come to Rabo Vol.5 because there's a lot of talking and he's always happy to read my letters and my tweets. And we had the awkward hand shake *just let me bash my head in*

At the end I said 'get home safe / 気をつけて帰ってください' and he said thank you. Then as I walked away, he grabbed my shoulder and was like 'you get home safe too!! / お姉様も気をつけて帰ってください！' . Looks like we both get just as nervous as each other when it comes to these things.

He’s so adorable.

Okay I’m good. Done!

[ronniemacswan-mills]

Me again, remember how I said it would take me some extra time to finish it?? 😅 Guess what, I already finished it.

And of course I left a comment there, so here it is.

I didn't cried, but I felt everything. Maravilloso thats the word

I have a medical condition like right now, and so I am NOT supposed to be on my phone (actually I cant watch screens, like any kind. So phone is forbidden and TV as well) BUT today my mom allowed me to have it for a few minutes to watch Lana's video and then she left, and so I found this (on Tumblr) and gave it a try. I thought I would finish it Thursday or something like that. But no. IT IS SO AMAZINGLY well written the story, the characters, the plot. I mean, I simply couldn't stop reading. I couldn't. And I didn't cared a thing for a possible headache. If I have a strong one, then it will be damn worth it.

This was perfect in every sense of the word, seriously I cannot express everything I felt for this. If I could leave a million kudos I would, literally

I'll go see if you did the OS but if you haven't, please do so. LO AME!!

THANKS!!!

Thanks to @pictura-reparo and @insanetwin and @lana-lana-b0-bana for giving me the Tranquillity I needed about the happy ending and for showing me that that joya existed❤🤭

I know, (who cares about a girl simply laying her thoughts on a fic and thanking people on tumblr) but who cares. So I loved it, and as I said if I my headache grows then it'll be darn worth it.

Seriously guys, if you haven't read it go and read it RIGHT NOW its amazing!!! Simplemente maravilloso, perfecto. Of those that once you started you literally can't stop.

Yes I have question, yes I would love to see them in the after. But man!!! Its is wonderful 👏

Swan Queen cover reveal

i’m all bloody knuckles (longing for home) by insanetwin ( @insanetwin​​ )

I wanna start by saying this fic caught me completely off guard. I don’t read a lot of AU fics because usually the characters don’t feel the same to me, and I wanna be clear that has nothing to do with how well written they are, is just my fucked up brain. Anyways, this fic not only nails the characters while having them in a no magic setting, it’s also an emotional roller-coaster of loneliness, happiness, despair, hope and love. Suffice to say it made me cry on the bus so much someone asked me if a relative had died. I of course told them it was the beautiful ending of one of the best stories I’ve read that made me cry.

I don’t wanna give spoilers by explaining what the cover means, because I imagine you can already notice that the background and the room where Emma is are not in the same place and that’s not because of bad Photoshop, so I won’t go into details. Go read the fic yourselves, I guarantee you won’t regret it. Unless you hate crying, in which case you might regret it, but it’d be a good kind of regret, I swear.

As always, the post on Patreon has all the images I used, and I’ve also added a photo of the early concept I drew (I know, I should stick to Photoshop and yes that pen is a cactus), because I thought someone might like to see it next to the final version. The post will be public, so no need to subscribe.

(Link in title will take you to this same post on Patreon.)

[magpiefngrl]

Cornflower and Marigold: A ScotSwap gift

Dear @dharjeeling,

Happy ScotSwap day!

Unfortunately, I couldn’t use your prompts as I’ve only read the first two books so far, but we do share a love for Will and Francis :) Hope you like what I did with them! 

My gratitude to @bixgirl1 for the beta and to @kerowyn-ankh for organising this lovely exchange!

Read (kudos/comment) also on AO3 

Btw, for the users of AO3, there is a ScotSwap collection that you can post your works to (on? in? Why does English have so many prepositions?!)

Cornflower and Marigold 

           Returning to Peel Tower after the Hume Castle debacle, Will made a point of getting immediately and grossly drunk. The arrival of the food supplies and, most significantly, the beer barrels prompted the rest of the men to follow suit and to attempt to surpass each other in achieving a sozzled oblivion. It wasn’t long before the tower filled with the smell of lamb on the spit and spilled beer; other unsavoury odours of piss and vomit floated in the courtyard.

Some hours later, finding his cup empty once again, Will staggered towards the barrel, his bruised body aching with every step. Even the simple act of drinking hurt, the cut on his mouth smarting with every sip, but it was preferable to sobriety. The revelry had descended into a cacophony of snores and coarse laughter, accompanied by the melodies of the Cancionero de Palacio that Lymond was singing, strumming the guitar with soft fingers, utterly sockered if his slack face and slurred words were any indication. Dark and contemplative eyes caught Will as he was refilling his cup, and Lymond put down his guitar and stood.

‘Barbarossa! Bleeding still?’ Lymond threaded through the sprawled men and approached him. He held Will’s chin with elegant fingers, pulling it towards him and examining the black and blue skin. His breath ghosted on Will’s battered face, beer-soaked and warm. ‘Let’s get you fixed and proper, my gorblin.’

He climbed the stairs, trusting Will to follow him.

A neglected fire lit the Master’s room and Will hovered by it, his heart beating a tattoo on his aching ribs. Through the alcohol fumes and the haze of a heady cocktail that might be called shame or envy or admiration, Will could also sense danger. Or perhaps danger masked another, more lethal feeling. His heart beat faster.

‘Undress.’ Lymond threw the words casually behind his shoulder and Will’s hand tightened around the cup. He drank heavily, sloshing some beer on his shirt.

‘Undress?’ he repeated.

Lymond approached him with a clean cloth, alcohol, and bandages. ‘Are all my commands too difficult to obey?’

Will said nothing, not that he could respond as he’d like after the events at Hume Castle. He removed the shredded shirt and let it fall on the floor. Lymond kicked it behind him and came closer.

‘A waste,’ he murmured and Will wasn’t sure which his Master meant: him or the shirt.

Lymond guided Will to his desk, where he placed his medical supplies and where the redhead sat on the edge of the scuffed wood, making Lymond his equal in height. The dying fire lit Lymond’s face, casting half of it in deep shadow. In the other, rosy half, the cornflower blue eyes danced over Will’s chest, taking in his injuries. Fine hands gently dabbed each cut on Will’s torso with white wine. It was slow work. The sounds from downstairs reached Will as if from a far shore, distant and otherworldly. Lymond hummed under his breath, while his fingers traced the purple skin of Will’s bruises, causing his stomach to draw in, his breath to hitch.

The calmness Lymond exuded as he treated him filled Will with an impotent rage, because he was drowning in dark, swallowing waves of frustration and desire. He searched the other man’s expression for a hint of a corresponding turbulence, finding nothing more than a malicious indifference. This was a punishment of a different sort to the ones he’d received so far today. Will wanted to take the mirror-smooth calmness and smash it into pieces. His palms sweated and he dropped his cup on the rushes.

Lymond continued humming.

He’d left Will’s face for last and Will braced himself for the sting.

‘This will hurt, Marigold.’

The hoarseness of Lymond’s voice finally gave Will the satisfaction he’d been denied so far, but Lymond gave nothing more away. He cupped the back of Will’s head and touched his swollen lips with the alcohol-soaked cloth, making Will flinch. But Lymond held him tight and Will suffered the sting in his mouth and the warmth of Lymond’s body so close to his. A daring hand, out of its own volition, rose to rest on Lymond’s arm. Lymond ignored the questing hand, which travelled lower and found his waist.

A pause when his Master finished treating him. Lymond stood back, a sardonic smile on his lips, and extended the same invitation he’d offered the day Will entered his service. ‘Are you willing to be wooed, sweet Marigold?’

Will swallowed in response. For a moment, he could only stare, mouth dry and head fogged and stomach churning.

He was given no other chance to reply. Lymond’s expression changed in an instant and he took another step back. ‘You’ll be fit as a fiddle in no time, my innocence. Now: the night is young and the beer is plenty.’

Lymond discarded the rest of the bandages along with whatever had been happening in the quiet room, and descended into the riot of song below, while, behind him, a breathless Will resented the cool air on his skin where Lymond’s fingers had been.

                                                                  ⚔                                

 A day and a half of booze and food and mayhem, and the party showed no signs of abating until the early hours of the following night. Finally, snores filled the starless night, the songs petered out into incoherent mumblings, and many of the men slept in the inventive positions the drink had put them in. Still as a cat and still sozzled, Crawford of Lymond stared at the sky in the courtyard and Will, sore and aching from a variety of wounds, some of them mysterious even to him, found him there, leaning on the stone wall of the tower.

‘Ah, my Pyrrha… Standing on your own two legs: an admirable feat at this point. Is the beer running out?’

Will, trembling but determined, came close. He’d needed a day and a lot of beer to work up the courage, but he made sure he was half-sober for this. He wished to remember, either way. ‘You asked me something.’

Lymond’s eyes narrowed in dark amusement. ‘Are you here to give me an answer? An ultimatum? A diatribe of my shortcom—’

Allowing Lymond to run with his mouth was always a mistake and Will knew it, so he silenced him. He closed his lips with his own, swallowing his words whole, and relishing that—for once—he’d amazed his Master. He could feel the surprise in the way Lymond’s body stiffened for a quick moment before relaxing, and he could feel something else, something that made him press even closer.

Will lost himself in the sensation of Lymond’s vicious mouth, now tender and eager and impossibly warm, pleasure mixed with the pain from his cut lip. He’d kissed girls before, in France, but never a man, and he’d never dreamed he’d kiss him. The fact he had his hands on Lymond’s back and his tongue inside Lymond’s mouth, the fact that it was his Master’s body, warm and willing against his, thrilled him down to his bones. He didn’t think he’d be able to stop himself from kissing Lymond ever, but some notion that they might be seen in the dark courtyard made him pull away; though not far: he rested his forehead on Lymond’s and breathed. The reality of what they were doing kicked at the back of his mind, and he kicked it back out of sight.

Lymond must have realised what Will was thinking. His voice was light, teasing. ‘Did you stop to consider the time and the place, my flors di biauté, or did you — in typical Scott manner — rush headlong into this?’

Will’s cheeks heated, and Crawford laughed. ‘Rush it was, then.’

‘Everyone else has passed out,’ Will protested.

‘So they have,’ Lymond agreed and his lips sought Will’s.

He wasn’t gentle this time. Lymond kissed him with the same commitment and determination he showed in everything, a tour de force of kissing, and even though Will’s skin burned, his blood boiled and he shuddered to his toes, it still didn’t suffice, because Will hungered for more. Pressing flush against Lymond, he fumbled with the laces of his borrowed velvet doublet and breeches, and sought and found more.

‘Sweet Marigold,’ the soft voice gasped in his ear. ‘And here I was thinking you’re too sore after your adventure for any exertions.’

Will replied with his hands and, to his delight, he discovered he could make Lymond shut up just with a firm stroke of his hand, a canting of his hips, or a lick of his neck. He wasn’t fool enough to think he had the upper hand at any moment, but he liked to pretend he did; that he was in control of Lymond.

One day he wanted to leave his mark to the world. A mark as deep and devastating as Lymond’s. But for now, he was happy to watch Lymond come apart under his hands and see the marks Will left on him.

FIN

(Author’s notes on AO3)

[crazykendal]

L8rrrr Bitches

I feel like im fine but I need help omfg

Where did you meet the last person you were in a car with? Well I met my mom when I was born so.. yeahhh Besides this survey, what are you doing right now? listening to music without headphones which is very rare. my headphones are charging and im going to be needing them tomorrow. Will you be up before 7am tomorrow? most likely unless my alarm clock fails me again Did you kiss anyone today? no I will never fucking kiss anyone ever alright What’s the best thing that happened to you today? I dont know but my favorite song is realllly helping me though stuff right now so kudos to clean bandit

How old do you think you’ll be when you have kids? I dont want kids. I hate little kids and im basically a kid? that’s probably another reason I hate myselffff damn Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? well im gonna be 18 in exactly 5 years and marriage is something I do not plan on ever doing so hahah no Are you waiting for something? im waiting until my dad and I build a new computer because I recently bought gta v again for the pc and it probably wont run on the computer we have now so When was the last time you hugged a member of the opposite sex? ive never hugged a guy like in my life not including like family or stuff so THATS cool. that’ll totally change in high school

sike no it wont

What’s your relationship with the last person you texted? my mom? well shes my mom and thats it What did you do today? I think im supposed to be packing right now but fuck it I get used to my dad yelling at me What is bothering you right now? not much besides my family which is a first How old were you when you first smoked weed? never have and never will Have you ever lived with your girlfriend/boyfriend? nope being single I find is actually better youllll neverrrr gettt yourrrr heartttt brokennnnnn Have you ever taken someone back after they’ve cheated? join the lonely summer club and put your tears in bottles Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed? closed. Are you really happy or are you just saying that? i’m not really happy. How do you feel about your relationship status? great, fantastic, marvelous, and im dead serious hahahhaha fuck everyone (including myself) When was the last time you cried? honestly i think it was when I watched lexa die and whats funnier is that ive already seen the scene before so what the actual fuck

Who did you last talk to over the phone? my mom because I accidentally called her

Has anyone made your day better even if it wasn’t by much? bitch not anymore hahaha this is one of the only reasons why I like summer How many relationships have you been in? never had and it seems like I never will kudos to my anger issuueeessssss yayyyy What’s something you do that really frustrates people who are closest to you? Dont even get me fucking started, they know

Do your siblings dye their hair? no

How long have you loved the person you’re into now? I used to but now ive torn myself apart to the point where I dont give a flying fuck about them im sorry dude but we have to realize I would do that. 

Do you still have any of your exes’ stuff? If I did have one id burn it all

Who can you best relate to in the last book you read? I dont even know when the last time ive read a book but Ill take one out of my favorite series, id probably be Hazel Levesque because everyone fucking forgets about her and no one cares. Rick literally created her for a filler character. But honestly probably Piper Mclean I lovvveee her but not as much as Annabeth Chase, fuckkkkkk

Are you indecisive? sometimes. I usually try to end the problem but y’all know me I fuck up everything and make it worse

What’s stressing you right now? cant say but probably high school, at least I know I wont be lonely and I’ll have better friends than I did last year

Do you collect anything and if so, what? dood no

If you had to dye your hair right now, what color would you choose? how bout brown :)  I dont want to dye my hair

How old were you the first time you had alcohol? ive never had alcohol oh im just a gooood kid no thats not true we have alcohol in our house I could go grab right now but no thank you

Do you remember what you were doing on New Year’s Eve of 2006? I was 4 bitch I was fuckin sleeping thank you very much

What’re you listening to? Wasted Youth- Fletcher

Was the last movie you watched good? I watched this movie last night I think it was called Cursed or something, it was weird

Are you tired? no im fucking ready to kill someone (not anyone in specific tho)

What’re you doing tomorrow? going to Oregon with my friend’s family

What was the last compliment someone gave you? dont remember. Why? because theres nothing to compliment me about

Does anyone love you right now? no and im glad know one does because I dont love anyone anymore

Do your best friends all like each other? I dont have anymore friend groups at the moment because having even less friends than I already have is much better

What did your first best friend look like? better than me

Did you have a role model growing up? probably like taylor swift or something (I hate her now) god dammit im so negative

Do you remember who you loved in grade seven? I didnt like anyone that year and ive only loved someone once and that is so over hahah fuck everyone

Do you like your job? if I had one, maybe

Who’s the first person in your phone contacts? myself because that’s default but its just one of my friends hmm maybe shes reading this now who the fuck knows

Is your best friend dating anyone and if so, do you like them? I have no idea but im surprised she isnt maybe ill ask her tomorrow hahaha

How do you feel right now? fantastic because I dont need people because no ones loyal and I stopped trusting a lotttt of people

When were you last in the hospital? probably when my sister was born I cant remember any other time

Do you want to move? yes please billund denmark do not google it please

Who’s the most trustworthy of your friends? well right now like one person but i probably wont see her ever again haha goodbyeeeeee

Are you loyal? I try to! Im just coldhearted and I suck but Im pretty loyal to one person but dood sorry that wont last long

Do you have a big family?

no?

Do you want more or less siblings?

less