#I can't frikkin remember

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep1 Musings - LDPDL smdh

My daughter Claudia is NOT. PLAYING. AROUND.

I had to giggle here, cuz it just reminded me of what she said in S1:

Claudia will drag Lestat AND Louis each and every chance she gets, bless! 😂

Aaaaaaaand the racists. 😒 Eat ALL of these mofos, YAAAAAS~!

I am SCREAMING at the cinematic poetry--Louis is talking about not burning Lestat, as Lou & Claud can't get warm enough at a fire where they're burning the dead Soviets they just ate.

While Claudia sits there giving Lou the cold shoulder & the silent treatment, icing him out so Louis only talks to himself--I HOLLERED.

My daughter KNOWS!!! DRAG HIM, CLAUDIA!! ^0^

But then I cried, cuz WAIT. If Louis is talking to himself, is this also factoring into why he's seeing DreamStat? Cuz Lou's also desperate for connection, which he can't get from Claudia anymore either! 😭

Louis said DreamStat "came by invitation," as a colorful & vibrant "distraction" (read: comfort) from the dull monochromatic grey Eastern European land. But Lestat is bloodsplattered & filthy just like everyone else.

The question of his guilty conscience: what does Lestat feel/think about Louis? And what is Louis projecting?

That's all Louis wants to hear--that Les misses him and forgives him.

"I'm glad it was you...a la fin." We still need confirmation that Lou slit Les's throat, not Claudia. Cuz this will also point to how much Lou is lying to himself about how betrayed Lestat really felt--that his death would be better by Lou's hands than Claudia's. Is Lou making himself feel better by giving Les the coup de gras, and thinking Les is grateful to him for it?

Cuz he's clearly scared to death that WHEN--not IF--they reunite, Les will be pissed and hate/kill him.

Cuz Lestat's love was what kept Louis alive--Lestat loving Louis saved/damned Louis' life. (The Merrick of it all, istg.)

So it's WILD that Louis thinks this. That the split second Louis finds happiness, the boogeyman Lestat will come and kill him, or take it from him--or just be there as a hallucination constantly reminding Louis of what he left behind.

As an aside:

It was a BAT--that's cute! XD

Louis in denial as he tells himself choosing Claudia over Lestat was worth it. And Dream!Stat chanting "I do" like frikkin wedding vows, then choking on the words/vows as a vampire bat claws out of his throat--I CANNOT with this show anymore.

This is interesting--the 7000 people he killed in Eastern Europe were a necessary evil--Lou calls them "souls," when Les called them "the Meat" and Claudia called them "Kill Juice." And in Paris he only kills once every other day. They ALL feel like murder to Louis. But Louis KNOWS he never killed Lestat!

He put Lestat in the dump the same way Grace put his name on that tombstone--it's the DISTANCE that's killing them.

It's separation & absence, which they HOPE will make the heart grow colder--when we all know that's not how the saying actually goes.

So who are you REALLY fooling, Louis? Cuz it for sure ain't Claudia!

She said "you slow us down!" 💀 But Louis warned you: "I can barely speak French and English. I'd just hold you back.... You don't need me. You think you do, but you don't. You're smarter now. You see trouble coming a mile away." If only they'd've BOTH remembered that bit once they got to PARIS. 💀💀💀

This dude, I swear. No wonder he never joined the Theatre; he can't lie for ish! 😅

And I OOP! 👀

By the end of the episode we get Louis' BEAUTIFUL "You and Me" monologue to Claudia, and she finally accepts his apology and promise that he won't kill himself like Draciana did.

MERRICK COME THROUGH! 😭

Which nearly made me cry when you finally see DREAM!LESTAT SITTING RIGHT THERE. 😭 Who is Louis REALLY talking to!?

As he always does when in denial & running from his problems (all the way to effing Romania, ffs), alcoholic!Louis "runs to the bottle and to bad beds."

I REFUSE.

I CANNOT.

I SHAN'T.

Louis, if you don't stop right this moment ISTG! 😭😭

I love this effing show, omg what a great start to the season!

[therobotmonster]

My Retro-Cartoon Ramblings, Part 5

I am not going to insult anyone by telling them they need to watch Gargoyles. This fact is self-evident.

Taken series-by-series rather than by franchise, it is the king of the Battle Animal Genre, even if they're not technically anthros.

Great characters, great story, great animation, a fan-frikkin' tastic voice cast, as deep of lore as you could hope for. The fact that it has yet to be rebooted or resurrected or turned into a movie is baffling.

In my book, the way you reboot a kid's franchise to work for a sophisticated audience is you "Gargoyles-it-up". Rich characters, a sorrowful undertone, scenery-chewing villains and a satisfying lore.

But Will Riker in a robot Gargoyle suit is also here. (He represents capitalism.)

Now taken by franchise, the TMNT of course rule the battle animal roost.

They made the genre, even if there were others who were scrapping for that place at the time. I can't tell you the kind of switch that went off in kids heads when we first saw this:

You can not understand what the initial TMNT wave was like unless you were there to get caught by it. Context doesn't help. A nation of children botched our save VS ridiculous but extremely fun bullshit, and my kidvid/toy aspirations crystalized just a bit more.

What gets lost is just how bonkers the show actually was. While remembered more like an AdverTtoon in the Has/Ken model, with wisecracking action figures going on sci-fi capers, the reality was way more Looney Tunes. An old lady pulls an assault rifle on the boys in episode 1!

The whole thing is exceptionally cartoony, though not in the way a lot of latter-day crossovers would have you believe. The world is less wacky-for-wackiness's sake, and is more the exact kind of world where "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" make sense.

It's the one thing that makes OG Fred Wolf TMNT unique among all its other variations, reboots and predecessors. Everywhere else, the boys are the barometer for weird. They're the out-of-place thing in a (more) sane world.

In 87, they might live underground, but the turtles are cool-kid everyman characters. They're normal New Yorkers compared to the tourists from Dimension X and the horde of mutants, robots, robot-mutants, and a grown man calling himself the Shredder that show up each week.

Coming out of the first major wave of turtlemania was like awakening from a fugue state.

[what-if-i-just-did]

Destiel Prompt List 13. Human!Impala ships it.

Trigger Warnings: temporarily implied vehicle theft, mention of fake death, mentions of carseks, mention of internalized biphobia, implied sexy times, using humor to deflect

Baby, Why Haven't You Yet?

"...." "Dean? What's wrong?" Sam said, looking from his brother to the place he was staring at. "Baby's gone." Dean said blankly, like his brain hadn't quite caught up yet. "I parked her right there! I swear." He said, pointing to an empty parking space. "Dean, maybe you're just getting your landmarks wrong. The Impala didn't just dissapear." Sam says, exhausted from the hunt. Witches, man.

"You think I'd just misplace my Baby?! I know where I parked her, Sammy. See? It's two spots away from the grafitti and right next to this double-parking douche. She's gone. Someone stole my Baby!" "Dean, calm down, I'm sure it didn't- uh hi, yeah?" Sammy was cut off when a guy tapped his shoulder. The guy was wearing jeans and two flannels, he had dark hair and he was barefoot.

"Hey." The guy said, in what can only be described as a bedroom voice. "Uhm. Hi? I'm sorry, do I know you?" Sam said. The guy's eyebrows raised. "Well, I'd like to think so. You've only been riding me for years."

Dean's eyebrows raised.

Sam nearly choked. "Uh, Wh-ha??- "

-----

Once the situation was cleared up, it was almost funny. The guy wasn't really a guy at all. He was.. the Impala. Those witch-bitches? Yeah. They magicked his frikkin' car. Dean was not happy. Sam still thought it was kinda funny. When they asked him what they should call him, he'd said he liked it when Dean called him 'Baby' and they should just call him that, and he'd winked, which gave Dean that moment of bi panic he always had which Sam found hilarious.

They'd jacked a car and gone back to the Bunker, where they called Cas, because honestly, what were they supposed to do with this?

They'd started looking for some way to reverse the spell, but with the witches already dead, most ways to reverse a spell were out of reach. Rowena was currently on a stretch of 'being dead' so they didn't call her. (At this point, nobody believed it when Rowena, or Gabriel, or Crowley was dead. There was this unspoken rule though, not to contact someone if they were 'dead' unless it was an apocalypse-size emergency)

Sam piped up about the fact that they hadn't even asked Baby if he wanted to get changed back, and Dean shut him up about it.

-----

Then someone mentioned something about how Dean was such a womanizer and Baby said something that would have some.. repercussions. "Oh I remember that... You haven't had sex in my backseat in quite some time, Dean. It's a shame, I would have loved to see you and the Angel. You have a bed now, of course, but I do miss it."

Baby didn't realise everyone had stopped moving untill he looked up again. "Why are you staring at me? I thought we got past that part."

-----

"What do you mean you're 'not like that'? Dean Winchester I have personally witnessed you being had by more than a few drunken mistakes worth of men in my backseat, don't you dare get biphobic on yourself. Have you and Cas really not gotten together yet? You both love eachother and Lord knows you find him attractive. What's the issue exactly, it's been years for Chuck's sake."

Now everyone was staring at Dean. Who was kinda sorta maybe turning incredibly red and tried to play it off with humor. "Uh. Not cool, Baby. You can't just out someone like that, and add the fact that I'm a bottom. This is betrayal, you know." He said, and nodded.

"Dean..?" Sam tried. "Sammy, just... I know, okay?"

"Dean... " Cas said deeply. "I-.. I know, Cas, I'm sorry, I never-" and oh.

-----

Sam could handle a little making out, but he's fairly sure he was gonna need ear bleach for the sounds that happened when Dean and Cas stumbled to Dean's room, joined at the lips.

Taglist: @ldthegreen

(yes we're imagining John Barrowman as Baby okay)

[timidtresleches]

Yall ever watch the stupidest fucking GMOD animation EVER as a teen. The stupidest thing ever. And you KNOW the title of the video, you REMEMBER. but the video was so little viewed and the original creator probably deleted it so you can NEVER see it again.

Rest in piss Scout "who wants to see me! Without my Pants" TF2 and Medic "ein, zwei, drei.... CENTIMETRES" TF2, you'll be missed only because I can never show my friends why the fuck I just randomly spout the entire script of that stupid fucking video in call.

Anyway I have autism here's the fucking script of this stupid video.

Scoot: YE YE YE IMMA frikkin Sex C? HO HO HO, HOHO kiwi. WHO WANTS TO SEE ME! without my pants

Heavy: MEEEEE

scoot: LOOKIT THIS *unzips pants* YOU SEE THAT??

Heavy: wot. PFFFFFF HAHAHAHAHA ITS SO TINY

scoot: AUGH

Heavy: HAHAHAHAHSHA

Scoot: FAT BALD BASTARD

Heavy: MEEEEHHHHHH IM CRYING!

medic falling from ceiling: *snorts* WHAT IS DAS

Heavy: SCOUT IS A MAD, look at his dick! It's just so tiny! LOOK

Medic with a magnifying glass: ein.. zwei.. drei...... CENTIMETRES

medic AND heavy: *straight up chipmunk laughing*

Scoot: D.d..d.DUITSCHE BAG

Medic: GASP scout is STUPID

Scoot: NO! I AM sex c?

Medic: NO!

Fuck I can't remember this part

Scoot: I AM. TOO SEXY FOR MY bonk. TOO SEXY FOR MY boink! TOO, SEXY *immediately dies*

Medic: RRRRRR

Heavy: SCOUT IS A DEAD

Soldier: *appears and does a badumtsss with a missile penis*

Spy: **appears behind medic and heavy** he died a virgin.

Heavy + Medic: NO

Spy: What??

Heavy + Medic: heheheheheh.... *disappears*

Spy: OH... MON... DIEUUUUUUUUUU *video ends*

There's my brainworm guys enjoy I guess. Mondieu

[goodstuffexe]

So,

I did the baffling discovery today that the beginning of this song

And the FUCKING LEITMOTIV OF HTTYD and HICCUP as can be heard at the beginning in

and better in

ARE NOT THE SAME.

But how? Why the fuck would a fan of over 10 years say that those are the same frikkin melody?

I DON'T KNOW. Don't ask me, my brain did an oopsie and I can't get over it.

My friends and I just discovered this while guessing film scores and ofc I recognised the score of Httyd immediately, but then my friend played a song from Ice Age and even if I've watched this film as a child, I don't remember anything from it besides maybe some scenes I've seen of the baby (yikes old animation haha). So I ONLY knew Goodnight Sweet Possums from watching Reels and TikToks (it's rly all over the place, but I can understand it's a fucking beautiful song) and SOMEHOW

I NEVER looked at the name of the audio when I heard it AND just assumed that it was a cover of the score of Httyd, because it sounded (and still does wtf) so similar to me.

And I especially never connected it to Ice Age of all things, where the damn thing is from.

Now I've gone over the notes and I think it's the first 3 that set my mind up for the leitmotiv and therefore get mixed up and guess what? Not even those are the same.

To the left is Goodnight Sweet Possums and to the right The Vikings Have Their Tea and you see that the melody of the first 3 ascending tones is not the same, similar? Sure, but not the same, not to mention that the song goes in another direction after this.

I've compared the two more closely and tho Goodnight Sweet Possums definitely has a different melody, especially after those 5 notes, and is faster, the two are still quite similar by first ascending and then descending, but at different times and have other/longer 'pauses' (PLS don't come at me for this explanation lol I have limited knowledge of music theory, am not playing an instrument atm and just tried to compare the two by the looks heh)

SO

Am I stupid for not considering that this, in the second half totally not like Httyd sounding song, (rly it's just the beginning thanks to TikToks short clips) could indeed NOT be a cover? And that I thought I heard snippets of the Httyd score in other musical pieces, because I listen to it weekly, where really none are, happened before?

Perhaps.

Was my world view shattered like the time I discovered musical songs (not all ofc) where in fact not original and I've been humming a melody that has been all over my feed for months and has nothing to do with Httyd?

Yes, yes it was.

But the song is still damn good wow

Anyways,

is this enough proof that I have adhd now?

ALSO THE TWO SCORES ARE FROM THE SAME COMPOSER JOHN POWELL YOU LITTLE-

Pls does somebody hear the similarities too I'm going mad over this

[faededaway]

I remember telling a friend "I like men who wear lockets/chains with pendants" something like that.

And she said "oh so when he has his clothes off you can bite on it?!"

And see, I wasn't thinking sexually at all! So when she said that it blew my mind. I remember thinking, "wait what? How? I just think they look pretty".

Whenever friends would share pictures of "hot men", I'd be looking at em like I'm cataloguing what hot is.

To me, hot men existed in books where I couldn't see them but I knew them, I knew everything about them. For a while "hot" was synonymous with "caring" and "kind".

Anyway, long story short, whenever I ask a man to send me pics, and he sends me a shirtless one, I can't help but be disappointed. I'm not asking to be "turned on". Just... Just show me the normal you. Nudity isn't inherently sexual to me. It's only sexual within circumstance.

The one man I'm trying to get over rn is someone I've only spoken to once on call and have never seen. He was just so FRIKKIN nice on call.

Anyway, anyway, anyway. I can't help but feel like people should stop treating sexuality and sexual attraction as a cookie cutter thing. Ask me, know me. And then act accordingly (if that's what you want to do).

[chridys-space]

This. Just all of this.

I was complaining about this with a friend just a little while ago but struggled to pin down what it was exactly that bugged me. The amount of prompts for space orc humans that are just "hey, this cool thing loads of species do but aliens are like whaaaa" is making the genre boring and repetitive. It also feels arrogant and dismissive of aliens, as if they are somehow stumbling across our world in wooden canoes and spears rather than, y'know, frikkin space ships.

I actually wrote a story in the genre out of frustration at seeing these types of prompts. I tried to make it interesting and approach it differently, but nearly fell into the human exceptionalism trap as it's so widespread. I don't know if I completely succeeded, but it was open-ended and interesting I think.

Not every prompt or story is like this, but a boring majority are. It would be nice to have more variety in the genre or even have different interpretations of humans. Some ideas off the top of my head:

- Magic is real and exploring/tourist/invading aliens are from a post-singularity civilisation that can't perceive magic

- A post-singularity civilisation struggles to remember what pre-singularity life is like and both sides try to deal with the collisions and lessons that can occur, or old wounds and inequalities thought healed by the singularity are remembered, realised, and reopened at seeing their mirror in human civilisations

- A particular alien species can sense and use wormholes innately (like how birds might be able to see magnetic fields for navigation) and they are surprised or curious by human technology that replicates their ability or brute forces wormhole transportation. The aliens had little need to develop the algorithms to seek and navigate wormholes so the humans' machines are unexpected (if they haven’t met other species using technology to navigate wormholes)

- Last one for now, and it's less of an idea than a suggestion? A thought? I dunno. Using our own biases and historical examples, we can have varied stories that are a bit more uncomfortable. One aluen civilisation speaks to us slowly and loudly as we don't speak their language and don't have universal translators. Another civilisation infantalises us and our achievements, or claim that some outside force made our inventions because "there's no way for such an uncivilised world to invent nuclear tech by themselves". Another civilisation sees our cultures as indistinct and quaint, using them in new and perhaps inconsiderate ways

Sorry, that got away from me a bit. Long story short, the genre needs more introspection and variation as it's a bit too navel-gazey and "humans hoo-rah!" at the moment, as well as being pretty European/US American centered

that 'humans are space orcs'/'earth is space australia' thing really aggravates me.

In one part b/c of the aftertaste of whiteness the folks writing it tend to have (where the majority of what they put as 'universal' human culture is straight-up white shit a lot of the time) Especially the all humans are the same shit just, no. Very no. Like, there's implications if humans do only have one culture/language/etc in yer setting b/c it implies someone did some genociding and forced assimilation.

And the other part being that I have a Biology degree and like?

Austrailia isn't actually that extreme or that different from anywhere else on Earth. Humans are litterally not unique even on this planet, we're just the only homos left (for now, we won't exist forever. the lifespan of species, especially mammals isn't terribly long comparitively speaking). Humans aren't the only species on this planet that uses fire, or washes food, or wears things, or uses tools to hunt, or even the only things to throw spears, or drasticlly change the envornment to suit our needs, or do agriculture.

-> Convergent evolution is a thing. More likely than not alien visitors would probably have run into something similar to us at some point.

-> Anywhere where life exists, life competes and fills niches. Any alien world would very likely be just as much a 'death world' b/c predator/prey/parasite/disease interactions tend to make shit weird and dangerous.

(side note: All worlds are fucking death worlds, just in general. If a planet has life shit dies, if a planet doesnt have life then introduced life will die without protections b/c its native conditions arent fucking compatible with life)

Another part is the inherant lazy writing these people do for their aliens.

And also I just don't care for Human Exceptionalism. Just in general. especially when fuckers who think that Human Unexceptionalism has been a trend when they're talking about shit that uses the Human as Normal/the EVeryman trope and ??? that's still fucking human exceptionalism to make humans the baseline and every other species the weird/different ones

[jjfantasy]

Just another day

I struggled and I struggled and I did it due to @edenofalltrades's cheerleading. <3 Thank You again, you're the best.

For “Please don’t make me socialize.” Tumblr prompt from Ale. Hope you like it.

Link to AO3 (x).

One day later so... Happy Cheap Chocolate Day!

-

Rey groaned miserably and plopped to Finn’s bed, twisting and turning. She faked wailing and covered herself with a blanket, but couldn’t stop a giggle when her roommate looked at her with disapproval from his bathroom.

„Can you stop that?” Finn scoffed, buttoning a checkered shirt.

Rey peeked from under the blanket. „Please, don’t make me socialize. You know I’m bad at it.”

Finn shook his head. „I’m well aware, we both are as befits engineering students.”

Another lament sounded from under the blankets. „Then why are we doing this?”

„I want you to meet Rose, it’s time,” he admitted and returned to the bathroom.

Rey stuck her nose in the air and followed him. „Why on Valentine’s Day though? This seems like the least romantic idea ever,” she asked and sat down on the closed toilet.

„Believe me, she doesn’t mind. She’s actually looking forward meeting you,” her friend answered weirdly, his gaze avoiding her hard stare in the mirror.

„Finn,” Rey warned, knowing her best friend all too well. „What’s the catch?”

He rolled his eyes and walked past Rey back to his tiny room. It was the only type of apartment two working students could afford. „There’s no catch,” Finn said quickly. „Remember what you said yesterday?”

Rey’s nose crinkled. „That even my brother’s got a date on Valentine’s and I don’t?”

Finn leaned over the windowsill and took a peek at the street, searching for a taxi he ordered. „Yup.”

„What’s wrong with it? I’m happy for Ben. I mean, I happen to know Archie Hux, he’s a great aircraft architect but hell must’ve froze if my brother has a date,” Rey accented on the last part. „Thanks, peanut, but I don’t need a pity party.”

Her best friend grabbed the keys from the desk and walked over to the coat hanger. „Look, sunshine, it’s totally up to you,” Finn sighed and put on his brown leather jacket. „You’re the one making a big deal out of it. I’m not asking you to chaperone a dinner by candlelight, it’s just a beer at Jimmy’s. No pity party.”

A sound of car horn reached the living room.

„You comin’?” Finn asked one, last time and opened the front door.

Rey narrowed her eyes. „Well, I do feel like onion rings, anyway,” she admitted and ran to her room. „Gonna change real quick.”

It was Finn’s turn to groan. He knew her ‘quick’ style, thank you very much.

-

„I should’ve gone with jeans instead of a dress,” Rey grimaced when she stepped out of the taxi. She peeked inside the pub through the windows and found people inside weren’t dressed much different than on a regular night.

Finn stood up behind her and put his wallet inside his jacket. „You’re fine. I’m just happy we finally got here. There’s Rose,” he said and pointed to a petite, dark-haired girl on the other side of the bar.

Rey was about to remark how cute Rose is when she shrieked, „FINN LUCAS YOUNG.”

Rose wasn’t sitting alone. On the other side of her table was sitting a well-built, dark-haired man. Rey was able to see his back only, but Rose seemed very much entertained with the story he was telling, gesticulating vividly with each word.

„Goddammit, I will kill you, I knew it! I walked into this blind date like a lamb into slaughter,” Rey spat and hit Finn’s thigh with her small purse.

Finn put his palms over Rey’s shoulders as she shook with rage. „Calm down, it’s not a date I swear.”

„Does he know about it?” Rey asked wryly and nodded towards the bar, tightening the coat around her.

„He doesn’t know you’re coming,” Finn breathed, a little tired by his friend’s mood. „You decided last second to go, remember?”

Rey made a sour face. „Well, if you put it like that.”

„Listen,” Finn started and lowered his hands. „Poe’s great, believe me. He really saved my ass last month, lending me his notes for the physics test. That’s how I met him, he’s your mother’s new assistant.”

„Great, he knows my mother?” Rey grunted, interrupting him. „I need a drink right now.”

„Don’t worry, first round is on me,” he reassured her.

„You better.”

Then his look softened. „Just between you and me, please don’t bring it up. His co-pilot died in a crash a couple weeks ago, he needs all the distractions.”

Rey looked terrified. „No! The controller's malfunction?”

„That one,” Finn confirmed. „We good?”

„Good,” she whispered, feeling like a total bitch, and followed him into the crowded pub.

It was loud and foggy inside, and their usual table was pushed to the side to make room for a dance floor in front of the live band playing. Rey winced as she walked by - the things people did for Valentine’s day. The fanciest way she ever celebrated it must’ve been drinking a whole box of wine with her ex, behind old swimming hall in the hole of a town she and Finn grew up in.

Valentine’s - it just wasn’t her thing. Her head turned towards the table, where Finn’s friends were sitting at in a company of beer mugs. Now that could be her thing, she thought and watched them talk happily.

Her eyes focused on Finn’s girlfriend as they approached them. At first, Rey ignored the male friend, less torn about his presence, more wanting to give full attention to Rose. After all, she heard so much about her and in all honesty Rey was just as curious to meet her.

Finn leaned over the table to give a quick kiss on Rose’s cheek and made space for the girls to meet.

„Hi!” the smaller woman squealed and clapped her hands, before pulling Rey into a hug. „Thanks for coming, I’ve heard so much about you from Finn.”

Rey almost choked due to the amount of strength this little person put into the hug, however, felt genuinely delighted with this warm welcome. „Thank you. Same to you,” she creaked and gesticulated awkwardly.

Then she looked to her right where Finn greeted Poe with a bear hug and a couple of pats on the back.

She hated everything and everyone in that moment, fully aware she froze while gawking at the man. It was typical for a military man to be well-built but this one was ridiculously handsome to it. Rey found herself quickly studying his face with a verdict of liking it and liking it a lot.

Poe approached her, tactfully ignoring her weirdness. „Hi, I’m Poe,” he introduced himself and extended a hand towards her. „Poe Dameron.”

„Rey Solo,” she managed to reply while shaking his hand. Was she smiling? It felt like she put everything into it, yet somehow she wasn’t sure.

„I know,” he replied and smiled widely at her, „Finn told me about you too.”

Rey shot a dirty look towards her best friend.

„What?” he asked and put up hands, „We’re friends since we’ve been 7, we’re flatmates, you’re a big part of my life, shoot me.”

„I just hope you didn’t share the embarrassing parts,” Rey warned and sat next to Rose, who made space for her by moving to the other seat.

„Don’t worry, the night’s still young and believe me, these stories are the best,” Finn grinned and winked at Rose, who giggled and covered her mouth.

Poe cleared his throat and rolled up the sleeves of his cream shirt. „Can I get you anything to drink, girls?”

Rose raised her half-full glass. „I’m still good, thanks.”

„Rey?”

„Anything dark, not sweet, from the tap, thank you,” she answered and wanted to fall underground when Poe looked at her funnily, eyes narrowed and a corner of his mouth quirked up.

„I’ll join you in a second, Poe,” Finn replied and took his and Rey’s coats to a hanger.

Rey shut her eyes, eyebrows furrowed, waiting for inevitable.

„Wow,” Finn laughed. Damn him, he knew her too well. „That went relatively smooth, even though you went full deer in the headlights there.”

„Shut up,” Rey spat and forced a smile at Rose, who was watching two friends with interest. When Finn joined Poe at the bar, she added, „Sorry, about that.”

Rose fixed her bean hat and smiled back at Rey. „That’s okay. You’re fun to watch, it’s like me and my sister when one of us is in a mood,” she assured.

From the moment boys came back with drinks and Rey relaxed as she poured the liquid courage into herself, the evening turned quite pleasant. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed so much. As she listened to Rose narrate how she met Finn sneaking out of student research group she was in charge of, Poe recounting his friendly quarrels with General Organa-Solo, and Finn tell about their infamous high-school shenanigans Rey thought she almost missed all of that if she decided to stay home.

„So, I heard you’re quite a pilot yourself,” Poe interjected around Rey’s third beer and leaned over the table so she could hear him in the loud local, while Finn and Rose were arguing over the names of The Care Bears.

„Uh, yeah,” Rey confirmed and bent, so their heads were really close. „I’ve got a license so I can borrow my father’s Cessna from time to time.”

Poe’s eyes widened. „Really? Impressive. BeeBee would love a flight with you.”

„I’m sorry?” confused Rey sputtered. „B-what?”

His eyes glistened as he chortled lightly, „My dog. He’s a weird one, loves to fly with me whenever he can ever since he was a pup. It started as a joke, but believe me, the look of indescribable happiness he has whenever I can take him with me... You just have to see it.”

„I’d like that,” Rey giggled and dared herself look directly into his warm, chocolate eyes. „I love dogs, never was allowed to have one, though.”

„Why not?” Poe asked curiously and ran a hand through his black hair. Rey’s gaze followed his movement and suddenly her hands itched.

Rey shrugged before answering, „My brother was allowed a hamster for a test when he was 14 and I was 6.”

„And?”

„Let’s just say it did not go well, my father was very unhappy having to organize a hamster funeral two weeks later.”

Poe hissed, „Ouch, poor fella.”

They easily continued their conversation until around 1 A.M. Poe looked at his wristwatch. „I really need to run, let my furry friend out before I find a present on my carpet.”

„Oh, sure,” Rey breathed, suppressing a growing disappointment inside her chest. „I think I’ll leave soon too,” she continued and nodded towards their friends. Rose was now comfortably sitting in Finn’s lap, as they were sharing a slow kiss.

Finn heard her alright though and broke from Rose. „Do you want us to go with you, Rey?”

Rey shook her head. She didn’t mean to interrupt them, and she knew how Finn was always concerned with her safety. „No, thanks, I’ll catch a cab.”

„We can catch a cab together?” Poe offered as he helped Rey put on a coat. „As far as I remember I live only three blocks down from you.”

„Thanks, man,” Finn said and he and Rose stood up to say their goodbyes.

Rey did not understand why, but when she and Poe left the pub heavy silence fell between them. As they waited for their taxi, she tried starting the conversation anew but failed to get the words out.

10 minutes later they were sitting in the back of the car when Rey allowed herself to take a peek at Poe. He was looking out the window as if contemplating over something intensively.

„So, hey,” Rey forced herself to talk, causing his head to turn in her direction. „Thanks for the beer, if BeeBee would like to be my passenger-”

„Can I kiss you?” he blurted out, completely stunning Rey.

Rey blinked a couple of times, wondering if she heard him correctly. „I’m sorry?”

„Would you allow me to kiss you right now?” Poe repeated slowly, but with more confidence.

„Yes,” was the only thing Rey managed to breathe before he got closer.

She clung to him, allowing herself to support her hands on his shoulders, as his mouth closed on hers. He cupped her left cheek in his palm and pressed his body into hers. They struggled a bit with the position until Poe was pushed back to his seat, Rey at his side, no space between them.

The faintest of moans came from both of them and a thought that she was hitting all the cliches that night fled through Rey’s mind. The confusing part was she was loving it.

Just when Rey tilted her head to give Poe better access the taxi stopped at her address.

„I’d ask you to come up with me, but I know you’ve got a friend waiting for you at home,” Rey said and handed the driver her part of the payment, smiling softly at a breathy Poe.

„Yeah,” Poe managed to say, looking like a walk in this freezing temperature could do him a solid. „I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

Rey was already out the door and answered him through the lowered window, „You don’t have my number.”

Poe waved his phone in front of him, „Trust me, by the morning I’ll have it.”

She laughed and waved as the cab drove off.

Valentine’s Day, who knew?

[sleepyselkiesiren]

I can’t remember who it was, but ages ago someone reblogged a post with this picture and said someone should draw it as Nadia Satrinava

Anyway I’ve come to accept I’m never gonna finish it and maybe the sketch is good enough

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep2 Musings - At the Chateau

More random musings; this time specifically about The Hunt at the Chateau.

I hate these two wenches specifically, but NGL, they look cool here.

Ohhhh, AMC knew what they were doing, going RIGHT for my ovaries! 😍 DADDY TUAN PHAM! 😍😍

Sincere is one thing. HONEST is another, though. Y'all knew those Americans were sus, Armand. They're not buying that "Bruce" BS, Louis, don't sleep on them!

I am SO BUMMED that we didn't get to SEE this scene; I was so excited!

Now I'll never get to see Louis so bored out of his skull by Santiago's thespian charms that he starts snoring in the middle of the play. U_U

Mr. I Could Not Prevent It, what were YOU doing to protect your man? You slaughter random innocent fledglings just for blinking, but you let your whole coven plot Louis & Claudia's demise right under your nose?

Bull frikkin crap!

Daciana been knew. U_U

Who is the coven LEADER, and the coven MASTER?

"COMPLICIT" finna be my favorite word this season, istg.

SO well said, Louis; as this beastly monstrous coven has TWO heads, these SNAKES, this immortal Hydra that only dies when Hercules cuts its head off and cauterizes the wound.

I am SO ready.

I loooove this transition frame; the Moulin Rouge as the most famous French theatre in pop culture, as Louis snaps his sad photos and Claudia whoops and the Theatre Louis sets on fire takes them hunting to a chateau they'll set on fire.

Reminds me of what Lestat said: "there is a veil between us; but it is a THIN veil." Louis will never be "one" with y'all. He's already bound by "a cord you cannot see, but it is real;" all your Mind Gift's mindscrewing can't un-screw Lestat out of Louis' blood! 😜 Louis drags that camera EVERYWHERE, ducking behind the lens, seeing the world thru a Glass Darkly; a warped perception of time & space. Cuz he's STRUGGLING; looking for God; looking for ("the wrong kind" of) love in all the wrong places.

Look at the things he takes pictures of! He's documenting DEATH; a MASS MURDER--"you are chronicling a suicide"--as the coven rides their bikes to the house they're gonna KILL everyone in. This isn't a mere road trip; this is a HUNT.

Equestrian statues & triumphal arches--monuments of blood-soaked imperialism & colonialism.

Hedonistic bacchic revelries. "I want food, I want sex, I want to go home."

Meanwhile, Claudia's high as a kite, on cloud 9.

EVERYBODY, Claudia? As they pan to Louis? "I hate you both!"

I wanna throw up when I remember Claudia's ashes got mixed with the coven's when the Theatre burned down. U_U No justice, and no peace. Claudia, I would've become the most notorious Parisian poltergeist in history--the Pope himself would've had to come up to perform the exorcism, on god I'd make my death everyone's problem.

But the LOOK on Louis' face, omg.

Whole 5 stages of grief in reverse:

Acceptance: he TRIES to "be one with us," taking on the "collective hunger;" smiling (fake AF) as he tries to soak in Claudia's ecstasy; riding in Armand's sidecar, flirting with the "Maitre," cozying up with his potential new beau

Depression: knowing full well he hates the rampant bloodlust & violence, the carnage in the chateau on fire behind him

Bargaining: Mr. I Only Eat Once Every Other Day, refusing to take part the the slaughter but still standing by--you are all COMPLICIT--while they were being killed; and agreeing to have Armand teach him how to be a better killer by honing the Mind Gift, etc.

Anger: The Fire Gift WHENNNNNNN? Foreshadowing AF! Claudia, you WILL be avenged!

Denial: Lestat WHO? Being told straight to his face that Armand knows he's lying, knows he's been collecting alimony & child support checks from Roget, knows Claudia wants to join the coven that set up a frikkin shrine to the dude, knows Santiago's a cheap imitation of Lestat, knows DreamStat's gonna keep haunting the narrative, I can't

An EFFED UP Gothic Romance.

The book stans who keep complaining about this show are just willfully ignoring what AMC's doing here. There is PLENTY we can complain about absolutely! But overall this adaptation is a slam dunk.

[anotherhumanpet]

Jaden stalls for a moment, processing the sudden overload of new verbal information while he carefully looks over his fiancé and nephew. Judas looks well beyond just being stressed out, and seems to be more edging closer into territories that are better identified as panicked; maybe even a bit hysterical. Dennis, on the other hand, looks exhausted, as though he's been put through some kind of trial and doesn't have much energy left to give afterwards. Both of them are at some level of agitation too, though Jaden can't discern what for or why.

Doesn't matter either way. He's been called on to take the reins, and so he will step into the role of Leading Adult with a question first: "What else is he forgetting?"

"Because there is no Rob," Dennis grumbled into the front of Judas, glowering at some middle distance away between his uncles, "I don't know who that is and I don't know why it's such a big deal. Is this a prank?" He cranes his head up to eye Judas with suspicion and frustration, maybe even a bit of contempt. "Did you get into my phone and plant fake numbers for my supposed mom and dad?"

Jaden blinked once, twice in surprise, then balked out, "What?"

"There's these weird text messages on my phone!" Dennis pulls himself away from Judas to dig into his pants pocket and produce his phone, which is promptly unlocked, tapped at, then handed over to Jaden to show the threads in question. "Like, I don't remember ever sending these or saving these numbers or anything. And it's messed up! I'm frikkin orphaned to you and he wants to joke about it."

Again, Jaden balks, "What?"

"Yeah. Okay." Dennis doesn't want to go to the hospital, questionable figures and alleged dads aside, but he doesn't have the strength to argue against the idea either. As tiresome as a trip may be, it would either shed some light on why his head was trying to kill itself - and him through the process - or at least offer some relief for the pain.

Maybe.

Depends on what the doctors say or do.

Then, in a rather ironic twist of fate and timing, Jaden's Bronco emerges over the crest of the hill leading up the driveway and to the house. He's home early, but it is a blessing this day because there wasn't enough work done to justify a full day's stay. Plus, he pulled rank for the sake of getting home to spend a little time with his boys, blissfully unaware of the situation going on between them.

As such, once he parks the car in the garage and enters the main part of the home through the connecting passage way, Jaden lets out a quick, "Hey!" to announce his presence, only to pause when he sees his boys huddled together in the dining room. Then, he furrows his brow and approaches slowly, cautiously. "What's wrong?"

[im-feeling-hiraeth]

Just finished the manga of Demon Slayer and

I'm speechless.

[littlewarricr]

i think makiko actually has a very romantic/idealistic view of most things, and it really comes out the closer you get to her bc that’s when she becomes more open and honest with her thoughts. for a period she was afraid of hoping for things, but i feel like hope is actually a big part of her character! she isn’t the type to prepare for the worst but rather the type to hope for the best. she isn’t the type to think “ what’s the point? ” and give up when things get hard; she’s the type to keep at it bc there’s gotta be a point when things get easier. of course!! she still doubts herself sometimes! but at the end of the day, makiko is a hopeful, optimistic person.

so i think someone who tends to be very realistic can dampen her spirits or clash with her depending on how they approach things? like if they’re the type to critique her aspirations or views bc she isn’t considering the possibility of failure, she’s gonna get a bit miffed. but suggesting she should think of a backup plan in case she fails is another thing -- like idk?? be nice if you’re going to try and look at things from a realistic point of view?? 

[deb-1106]

So, Hey, Hi. 🙋‍♀️ I've risen from the dead. 😂

First, I want to thank all of you who refollowed me. I know I was mostly gone for a while before I made it official, so I really appreciate the way you welcomed me back. ❤️

The reasons I deactivated were numerous, but ultimately, not as important as I let them be.

That being said ... I'm happy to be back here with you all! I'm ready to read your amazing stories, and yes, maybe even write some again. 🙊

So, if I follow you, please feel free to add me to your tag list. I can't promise that I'll get to everything... but I'm going to do my best (or at least a hell of a lot better. Lol)

That being said, I have no tag list anymore, (except for those poor souls who I call my besties who were with me daily even when I wasn't here.

@ao719 @burnsoslow @sincerelyella @charlotteg234 @choiceswreckedme and @walkerismychoice ... You're on it no matter what. #sorrynotsorry 😋)

So if you want to be added to my brand new taglist... let me know in the comments! ( I'm never sure what a "like" indicates in this situation. 🫣😂❤️❤️❤️

Also... I don't know if any old-timers like me are still here ... but remember when it was fun here? We had Tumblr sleep-overs evenings periodically where we sent FMKs, drabble prompts, silly asks, and other fun stuff to each others inboxes and got to know each other? Maybe we can start doing stuff like that again. Because the choices fandom is slowly dwindling 😔 and if we don't change things, it'll be gone before we know it.

So let's try to have some frikkin' fun around here! 😂🤣🎉🍾

XOXO

[anotherhumanpet]

Growing teenaged boys - demonic or otherwise - are bottomless pits when it comes to food, and Dennis is no exception. There's a reason (or two) why Father Fujimoto is very defensive about their pantry, and assertive about people restocking it while taking freely from it.

"Did you make 'em from scratch or did you find a can of sauce? Either way, they're really frikkin good. I can't even remember the last time I had a sloppy joe. Obviously before moving here, but like.. I dunno how long it's been."

So long as he gets a serving, Dennis is content.

Or, maybe more like a serving a half, cause he's pretty hungry too...

[painsandconfusion]

what series and/or post by someone else have you reread the most?

Hmmmmmm I don't really reread others things mostly because I'm so frazzle brained I can't remember who wrote what.

But I've read HIWTHI twice if that counts? (@whumblr)

The only other thing I can think of is this one post that I can't frikkin find but it's a quick scene where whumpee accidentally instinctively lashes out and hits whumper and whumper is like '....excuse me??' and slowly advances and shoves them around until their back hits a wall and whumpee knows theyre about to get FUCKED UP. I really like that one - will link it here if someone can help me find it 😭