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âWhat If Venom Bonded to Moon Knight?â What IfâŚ? Venom (Vol. 1/2024), #5.
Writer: Jeremy Holt; Pencilers and Inkers: JesĂşs HervĂĄs and Geraldo Borges; Colorist: Ceci de la Cruz; Letterer: Ariana Maher
#Marvel#Marvel comics#What IfâŚ? Venom#Moon Knight comics#latest release#Moon Knight#Mr. Knight#Marc Spector#Jake Lockley#Doctor Strange#Stephen Strange#Venom#Loki#Loki Laufeyson#I continue to want to gush about the art direction of this issue#Iâm always heart-warmed when a big factor in Moon Knightâs success is the whole system working together#that and just sheer force of will punching whatever obstacle is in the way#and I feel those last two last panels communicate a lot of that in a very minimalist way#and letâs be honest Iâm a very simple person I also just think they look cool
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hi :) so i saw u were doing the match up request things and wanted to try one! could it be for ninjago, i like men (unfortunately). lets see, soo..iâm a girl, half porto rican-half white (i was raised bilingual i know Spanish and english) have a little bit more curvy pear shaped figure, a few freckles on my cheeks, bigger lips/smaller nose, i have brown curly hair, my smile is squinty, and i have central heterochromia (the much more common, kinda lame version of having two different color eyes) where the outside of my eye is green and a sharp ring around my iris is yellow (my mom calls them my stars<3) and, yeah for appearance ig thats it. as far as personality, iâm really just like if loralai Gilmore from Gilmore girls didnât like coffee. i love photography, art, nature, cats, i collect old post cards/old photographs, i have an old 2003 digital camera i thrifted that i bring everywhere, my favorite colors are green/pink, i love taylor swift and mitski and alex g, i read comics, i take pictures of every tree andddd⌠lots of other stuff but i ramble haha anyways have a wonderful day<3<3 to infinity and beyond, mars âď¸
From one central heterochromia haver to another (yours sound so pretty tho,,)⌠I match you with:
Lloyd Garmadon!!
A few headcanons:
He thinks itâs so cool that you know English and Spanish
Heâll ask you how to say something in Spanish, then proceed to repeat it in the most American accent youâve ever heard
Heâs trying tho :(
You guys bond over your love of nature and comics
Lloyd loves to go on hikes/nature walks with you, and heâll help you find neat things to take pictures of
On that note, he 100% supports your photography hobby
His room is gradually overtaken by photos youâve given him
Heâs not complaining though; he adores each and every one
As for your love of comics, you guys give each other recommendations and swap issues
You love to gush about your favorites and predict what will happen future issues
You absolutely lose your minds when you end up being right
If/when you move in together, you adopt a cat
Youâre both huge cat people, so that little fuzzball gets treated like your biological child
You always speak super affectionately about it when in public, so people actually assume that it is a human baby
Theyâre so confused when they find out itâs a cat
This becomes a bit of an inside joke between you two
Lloyd likes to call you âdear,â âlove,â and âbright eyesâ
(He loves your eyes so much)
He likes to be called âbaby,â âhoney,â and âsweetieâ
A drabble!
You smiled to yourself as you snapped a picture of a grove of aspens, their leaves tainted a sophisticated gold that was complimented excellently by the afternoon sunshine.
âOver here!â You heard Lloyd beckon, making your head snap over in his direction.
Moving away from the aspens, you came to a gnarled old tree. Lloyd was standing proudly in front of it, pointing to it with a huge grin. âIsnât it cool?â
You nodded eagerly, readying your camera already. A few seconds passed, and the little click never came. You pursed your lips, disgruntled. âI canât get a good angle.â
Lloyd frowned, his brow furrowing in contemplation as he stared at the tree. Then, with a sudden light in his eyes, he stepped closer to you and dropped to his knees.
âGet on my shoulders.â
You hesitated, but decided that the picture would be worth the effort. You squealed as he practically jumped to his feet, jostling you perilously.
You finally snapped the perfect picture. Grinning at your camera, you rubbed Lloydâs head affectionately.
âThanks, sweetie. You can put me down now.â
Lloyd hummed in thought, drumming his hands on your knees for a moment before continuing down the trail with you still on his shoulders.
âLloyd! Put me down!â You laughed, playfully smacking his head.
âNo.â You could hear the smile in his voice.
It wasnât until you completed your walk that Lloyd finally relented and put you down.
âFinally! You rascal,â you giggled, shoving him lightly.
âHey, you got some good pictures, didnât you?â
You huffed. âOkay, I will admit that.â
Lloyd winked with a good-natured grin. âGlad I could help.â He kissed your cheek, grasping your hand before continuing on your path home.
And a song!
My Love Mine All Mine (Mitski)
'Cause my love is mine, all mine
I love, my, my, mine
Nothing in the world belongs to me
But my love, mine, all mine, all mine
âŚ
My baby here on earth
Showed me what my heart was worth
So, when it comes to be my turn
Could you shine it down here for her?
Thank you for your support! You truly do mean so so much to me <33 I hope this was okay!
(divider by saradika)
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You got any thoughts on Superman Birthright?
Probably my second or third favorite Superman origin, and the one that has my favorite Clark/Lex interactions.
Real pity it didn't get to stick as the "canon" origin because I like it a lot more than the Byrne origin that preceded it and the Johns Secret Origin that succeeded it. Smallville's influence is undeniable, but not a detriment, I like the Kents as flawed younger parents rather than wizened flawless mentors (if they have to be alive still when Clark becomes Superman that is). Pa Kent struggling with feelings of alienation with regards to Clark growing up and taking more of an interest in his heritage is still one of my favorite Pa/Clark moments in Superman's history. Ma Kent being a UFO buff is a great idea, apparently Waid had a story about that he never got to tell. I wonder what it was? Would probably make for a nice Annual or fill in story now that he's back at DC.
Lois is great of course, for all the reasons she usually is, as is Perry who gets way more panel space here than he usually does. Lois and Perry's relationship here is hilarious, love the gag where he writes out two lists of reasons to fire or keep her respectively. "No good place to hide the body" had me cackling. Jimmy though is just kind of there, he's the pal who has Supes back as always, but he's heavily overshadowed by the rest of the cast. Only real disappointment for me in terms of the core cast members.
There's a lot to like here in it's handling of Clark Kent as well. Love that Waid actually shows us Clark has travelled the world to gain some perspective, that he's not naĂŻve or clueless, simply idealistic. He's seen the cruelty of the world up close, and he's also seen the way people react when they realize they're dealing with someone who has "gifts" (whether that's himself or Lex).
Showing us some of Clark's pre-Daily Planet journalist career is also a big pro for me, that's an area of Clark's life I wish got fleshed out more. Waid manages to establish a divide between the Clark and Superman identities that still makes the two feel different without it being a repeat of Pre-Crisis. It's a return to Superman being more "real" while Clark is more of a disguise, but "Clark" isn't bumbling so much as overlooked and ignored (which if you've lived in a big city is pretty much exactly how you get treated as a newcomer). His co-workers barely acknowledge his existence, Lois isn't giving him the time of day, Perry tears him a new one for not having a story to turn in about the ongoing alien invasion on time, Clark has to suffer in the trenches over the course of the story to prove himself.
Like Morrison's Action Comics run, this origin tries to fold a lot of the original Golden Age attitude back into Superman. This incarnation is a man with a temper, him shooting a gun then catching the bullet before it hits the guy who sold guns to a school shooter is literally a recreation of a Golden Age panel. Yet this isn't a "retro" take at all, despite being from Christopher Reeve's biggest fan. Waid writes Clark as someone who makes mistakes, fucks up in ways you don't typically see Superman do, and has a lot of doubts about whether or not he can live up to the task he's set before himself. Doesn't help that Metropolis doesn't welcome him any more easily as Superman than it does as Clark.
Public opinion about him is divided at first, then swings heavily to negative as Lex frames him for a false flag Kryptonian invasion, only to finally recover after he saves the day and exposes Lex. Personally I like Superman to have to work for that glowing reputation he usually enjoys, and if Lex is involved in trying to turn the public against him, so much the better. The anger and contempt towards Lex he demonstrates in particular sets the tone for the relationship between the two in the modern day.
Speaking of Lex, my God, this has got to be one of my favorite takes on him, and on his relationship with Clark, both pre and post Superman.
As adults Waid nails the Post-Crisis status quo of Lex being a selfish piece of shit who hides his nature behind a façade of philanthropy. For all his attempts at projecting an aura of power and intelligence, both of which he has in spades, Lex is so clearly defined by the lack of love and understanding he was shown as a youth. It's Superman "disrespecting" him, by not being happy to pose for photos with Lex after seeing him commit an act of sabotage, that pisses Lex off. For this "crime" Lex does everything he can to smear Superman to the public, and entertains holographic fantasies of dissecting Supes to copy his powers. He quips that killing Kal is "genocide" since he's the last of his people, something he demonstrates no empathy for at all given he laughs in Clark's face when he realizes Superman doesn't know he's the last.
Waid's Lex is probably one of the most monstrous incarnations, yet one of the most sympathetic as well. For my money, Waid is the one who convinced me that Clark and Lex being friends back in Smallville is a good thing.
One reason is that Clark gets to see how people react to "gifted" individuals. By observing the way Lex is treated for being unlike the rest, Clark gets a taste of what's to come if his own abilities were ever exposed. This has the dual benefit of establishing why Clark puts so much effort into making people feel at ease, and also establishing Lex as sympathetic for being unable to hide like Clark can.
The second big reason is that it shows why Clark thinks there's a chance Lex can be redeemed. Birthright Lex wasn't a monster from the start. At first he tried to help, but it always backfired. Doubling the efficiency of the milking machine scared/hurt the cows and upset Pa Kent, his ideas for how to improve the local government got rejected, and of course his experiment with Kryptonite. Sad twist of fate that Lex mistaking Clark's look of pain for the fear/disgust he sees everywhere else is what causes Clark to eventually give him that look of disgust for real when they reunite as adults. But having their first interactions be friendly instead of hostile makes Clark's hope that Lex can become a force for good feel grounded in reality instead of hopelessly naĂŻve.
Can't gush enough about Yu's art either, he can make Superman look bright and inspiring, or scary as hell. His take on Metropolis makes it look and feel like a "City of Tomorrow", someplace exciting and dangerous, a city that needs Superman to protect it. Yu's Krypton is also one of my favorite incarnations, love that he gave Lara the S-curl! That's one idea from the DCAU I wish had become sacrosanct for all future origin retellings. Lara doesn't get to have enough influence on Kal to my tastes, so any little bit counts.
Sadly overlooked as it was coming out due to Azzarello and Lee doing For Tomorrow, it seems like it's risen in status after the fact. The S-shield being a symbol of hope on Krypton in addition to the El family crest has carried forward thanks to the DCEU (which is hilarious given Waid's feelings on that franchise).
Waid has another Superman project coming up next year with Brian Hitch that appears to be a "Year 2" follow up to Birthright. No clue if it will actually take place in strict continuity with Birthright, honestly it feels weird to have anyone but Yu do a direct followup to that, but Waid has said that a Superman run from him would basically be an issue 13 that continues from this story. I'm excited to see Waid take another big swing at Superman, I think he still has it in him to put out a great story, and Birthright being out of continuity may end up being to everyone's benefit. If this ends up being Waid's last Superman story, I hope he gets to do whatever he wants with the Birthrightverse. Kill off the Kents if that's his desire, I know he prefers them dead (as do I). Fingers crossed whatever he comes up with is good.
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Bear Trap (Part 2/3)
Art done by @doodles-by-noodles
Kyoko was hunched over Makoto, her eyes were darting from place to place over his body. Taking in every gash and tear before acting. Time was critical. She needed to know exactly how to treat him, or Makoto could die right there in front of her. Judging by the sound of his breathing, stressed and heavy, she could tell heâd already lost a lot of blood. Well, not that you needed her expertise to determine that. You could just look at the splattered pink around them.Â
âIt doesnât look good,â She had said to Byakuya. It doesnât look good. Seriously?
âNo shit it doesnât look good,â he spat out, sounding as intolerable as he did the first day theyâd met in the killing game âI do have eyes, you know.âÂ
Her right eye twitched. The logical side of her said this was just how Byakuya handled stress, by disconnecting himself and becoming irritable instead. The emotional side of her wanted him to shut the hell up. She opted to spare him little more than a glare before placing a hand on Makotoâs neck to check his pulse. It was beating rather hard and fast. It was strange really. She felt as though he was already dead. But that didnât make any sort of logical sense. He was warm, he was still bleeding, he was shaking, and panting. All of this was right in her hands to be directly experienced. But he still felt like he was dead, putting her fingers to his limp neck.Â
She had a morbid thought just then. About how her talents were used to help after a death, never really before one.
"You need bandages,â Byakuya said, ever so helpfully, âhow else will you stop the bleeding? Or did the panic render you useless?"Â
Kyoko took a deep breath.Â
Makoto wouldnât fight right now, not during an emergency, and neither would she. Itâs just how he copes. Itâs just how he copesâŚ
"Tear up your jacket then.â She stated, âIâm not certain mine will be enough."Â
She had to spark herself into action. She couldnât let herself fall to something as simple as shock. She had been given mortician training as a part of the Kirigiri Family teachings so that she would have complete expertise on how different injuries came to be. She could glance at the wound on his back and see that it was given to him by the claws of a Mono Unit at a rather awkward angle. As she tied torn pieces of her blazer around his wounds so that theyâd hold pressure - she only had two hands after all - she was able to get the entire story of all the brutal suffering Makoto just went through.Â
She had seen bodies fresh from the morgue slapped down onto a table in front of her. She had witnessed the aftermath of horrors such as slit throats and dismemberment. She had once solved a case in which she found the victimâs severed head hidden underneath the floorboards in a safe. But Makotoâs disfigured leg, mangled to the point where she wondered how it was hanging on, bone sticking out after tearing through the skin, sharp from where metal teeth caused a clean break: THIS out of everything that she had witnessed in her life was what made her want to throw up.Â
His arm was also rather damaged. It was hard to make out under torn fabric and blood, but it seemed more salvageable than his legâŚshe just neededâŚ
"Togami. Your jacket.â Her tone was unforgiving.Â
âIâm working on it.â Byakuya retorted back, a hint of offence in his voice.
Itâs just how he copes. She felt like her patience for Byakuya was a rubber band in her hands, slowly getting pulled in either direction.
âWork harder."Â
"You should be concerned with yourself.â
Deep breaths. The band was taut, shaking from force.
âIs this the best of your abilities?"Â
The band snapped.Â
"At least Iâm actually doing something to help him!"Â
Byakuya paused midway through tearing his blazer. Byakuya thought of himself as a capable man, but all his capable talents extended only towards self preservation. The one time he wished he had the skills to help someone else he could only stand and watch. There was nothing that Byakuya hated more than being helpless. Kyokoâs words reminded him of the time Aoi slapped him back in the killing game. One of the many wake up calls Byakuya had received over the past few years.Â
He could remember as clear as day, the wake up call that Kyoko herself had given him back when they hated each other. His fury at being incorrect over Sakuraâs death, at not understanding the case, had all been snuffed out when Kyoko told him he simply lacked any emotional capacity to understand. Kirigiri Kyoko of all people.Â
Hearing her remind him of his uselessness now with such a harsh tone. Well, it felt like she hated him all over again.Â
He was still angry. Angry that he cared, angry that he wasnât prepared, angry that he was faltering.
"What do you expect me to do?â He demanded. He spat out the words, but his heart was desperate to be given a task.Â
âMake sure our emergency call earlier went through. Update the Foundation on the situation.â Right, that all made sense. How had he not seen that before? It almost made the emergency feel like a quick business move. He could handle that. Kyoko looked up from tending a wound on Makotoâs stomach, the worry in her eyes made him feel sick. ââŚand when youâre done, try to keep him awake."Â
"Keep him-? Heâs awake?â The boy had been so still and silent since theyâd discovered his mangled body Byakuya hadnât even considered that possibility. Upon further inspection Byakuya realized Makoto was never still or quiet. The distance heâd kept away from the scene prevented him from hearing the panting or noticing the trembling racking his body.Â
A simple âyesâ was all heâd gotten in response. He didnât push or question any further though, it was clear Kyoko had a lot to focus on right now. Makotoâs life was in her hands, and neither wanted him to die like this. Kyoko could only estimate the ETA on help arriving, and she was fearing they would be too late. Memories flashed through her mind of running stitches through the skin of a banana peel during training. But she had nothing to work with, and certainly nothing sterile. Kyoko didnât believe in God, but she prayed that an infection wouldnât strike later.Â
It was looking hopeless.Â
âThey said theyâll be here with a helicopter in half an hour."Â
Right. She forgot Byakuya was even there. She tied another knot over a wound. Despite her heartbeat moving her entire body with its pounding, her hands remained steady. Just like when stitching banana skin shut. Another deep breath, her hands will stay steady. Any mistake could cause an issue. Mistakes could cause browning fruit to gush between the stitches. Nothing more than an insignificant rotting pile of ruined fruit splattered and smothered against the street like-
"Donât just stand there, â she took another deep breath, her hands will stay steady, âkeep him awake."Â
When Byakuya came over to take place near Makotoâs head she waited for him to pass her the tattered cloths sheâd been waiting for. She ended up discovering heâd already thrown them to her side. She needed to focus more. She was by Makotoâs lower body, only half a mind paying attention to what Byakuya was doing.Â
Makoto had never looked so disgustingly pale before, and he was the kind of person to lose all color when frightened. His mouth was slightly parted as his breathing continued to take a toll on him. A cold sweat had begun to break out on his clammy face, with a fever glowing across his skin from the blood loss and pain. What made Byakuya the most concerned though were his eyes, half lidded and staring at nothing in particular. His eyes fluttered, but his pupils were lazily taking in the world around him as if he was trying to understand what was going on but couldnât take hold of anything tangible.
Byakuya held a hand up and froze. He was unsure what to do, all of this was out of his element. He wanted to push it all an armâs length away. It was a simple task. Just keep him awake. But did he know what to do? In movies heâd seen people slap others awake. But Makoto was hurt, so shouldnât he be gentle? Why was he even fussing over the method? There was no need to hesitate. Heâd touched a corpse before, he could push through any nerves to handle this.
Byakuya put a hand to his face. After an unsure pause his thumb slowly caressed the skin of his cheek in an act of comfort that Makoto probably didnât even register.
"Naegi, can you hear me?"Â
There was a delay in his response, eyes heavily rolling side to side before settling on Byakuya. After the first small victory he prepared to speak, licking his lips and swallowing thickly. The delay felt like hours.
"T'gamiâŚ..kun?â Makotoâs lips felt heavy as he spoke.
There was an ache in Byakuyaâs chest that he wasnât used to, âThe one and only."Â
Makoto let out a breathy laugh. His face turned into this familiar dopey, trusting smile that he hated and loved all at the same time. His eyes seemed to lose track of Byakuya for a moment, he tried to match where they went.Â
"Hey, eyes on me.â Makotoâs expression seemed to sink a little.
âW-âŚ.where'sâŚ.â He sounded completely breathless and confused, âwhereâs KiriâŚ?â
âSheâs right here.â
His head barely moved as he tried to see past Byakuya. Through his blurred vision he could make out that familiar lavender hue. Even with the trembling caused from blood loss he relaxed at the sight, letting out a breath when he processed. He closed his eyes, he didnât see any reason to be scared anymore.Â
âHey, donât you dare. Open your damn eyes.â Byakuya sounded angry with him, but he was too busy basking in relief. Â
âYou'reâŚ.both ok?â His voice was barely above a whisper, if it wasnât so quiet around them Byakuya would have to strain to hear it.Â
âOf course we are.â It was that rare reassuring tone from Byakuya. Short lived before the anger came back, âI believe I gave you an order did I not? Open your eyes."Â
To stress his point, Byakuya patted the side of Makotoâs face repeatedly and rather annoyingly. Both of them felt like they should be worried at how hard it was for him to simply open his eyes. It was like prying something off of hardened glue. Byakuya grit his teeth, he had a dreadful feeling that if Makoto closed his eyes again they wouldnât be opening any time soon.Â
"ETA?â Kyoko asked bluntly.
Byakuya didnât take his eyes off of Makoto, âfive minutes havenât even passed yet.â So, theyâre both impatient then. Makoto seemed to grin a small bit hearing Kyokoâs voice.Â
Heâs conscious, Byakuya reminded himself, which means that he can keep him awake by talking. But what the hell could he say? His mind felt blank, desperately pulling at drawers to find a single conversation topic locked away in his mind. But Makotoâs eyes were still on him. Perhaps the contact was grounding enough? But for how long? Makotoâs breathing felt heavier than before.Â
âWhy is he breathing so hard?â He opted to talk to Kyoko instead.Â
âHeâs lost a lot of blood."Â
"Heâs warm.â
âHeâs lost a lot of blood."Â
"Shouldnât that make him cold?"Â
"Iâd rather it not get that bad. Iâm sure his hands are cold if you check.â
She was right, his hands were icy cold. Makotoâs hands always felt a little chilly compared to his. Byakuya always ran hot like a furnace while Makoto was always chilly enough to wear multiple layers (I mean, a hoodie under a blazer? Really Makoto?). But this sensation felt like there was no blood in his hands. Wasnât that a symptom of shock? His body was prioritizing vital functions just to keep him alive. Byakuya wished he could roll Makoto onto his back and elevate his legs like heâd been taught. But heâd seen the gashes on his back. It was the only injury he really took in.Â
âYou idiotâ the words came through grit teeth, âgetting yourself into a mess like this for us to clean up. Typical."Â
Guilt could be read on Makotoâs face for a moment. ââŚyeah.â Byakuya once again felt a pang in his chest. Was that really all Makoto had to say?Â
Kyoko managed to do something while working that made Makoto wince. Byakuya didnât think for once, he just continued to rub slow circles across Makotoâs face.
"Hang in there.â Makotoâs face hadnât relaxed much, still strained with all the pain he was feeling, âI do not permit you to die like this. Understood?"Â
Makoto groaned in response, leaning into the hand that was cupping his face. Once again his eyes lost track, doing a big loop around before snagging back onto Byakuya.Â
"HurtsâŚâ he said, breath hitching as more pain shot through his body.Â
âYou can handle this much. Youâll be fine.â
Earlier Makoto felt relaxed when Kyoko and Byakuya had arrived. Their very presence gave Makoto a hope that heâd survive this. But Byakuyaâs expression had gone from angry to worried. His eyebrows were furrowed, creasing lines across his forehead. If even Byakuya was openly worriedâŚhow bad was it?Â
Makoto felt another harsh shiver run through his body. His face felt hot but everything else was like sharp winter air kept blowing over his skin. As the shiver travelled up his spine it caused pain to flare again. He was met with a harsh reminder to open his eyes from Byakuya. His breathing felt even heavier than before, each breath taking more effort than the last. Byakuyaâs face was shifting again, but Makoto could hardly make it out through the greying swirls of dots across his vision. Ah, Byakuya looked scared. So Makoto was going to die then? The only sound he could hear was his own rabbit quick heartbeat threatening to break free from his tattered ribcage. Byakuyaâs mouth was moving, but none of it made sense to Makoto. He couldnât even read his lips. One second it was quick, then slow, like time itself was blending together into something incomprehensible.Â
Makoto blinked slowly.Â
âNaegi?â Byakuya had gone from tapping his face to shaking his shoulder. He didnât get much else besides a distracted groan from Makoto. âNaegi, can you hear me?â
âDonât shake him like that!â Kirigiri scolded, frustrated as she tried her best not to let the movement interfere with her work.Â
Byakuya felt like a life was slipping through his finger tips. His own breathing felt tight in his chest from the pure anxiety that Makotoâs unresponsiveness gave him.Â
âNaegi if you donât answer me right nowâŚâ his nails dug into the boyâs shoulders.
Makotoâs eyes rolled up, dropped down, fell to the left, all as if there was a weight to it. Another slow blink. More odd drifting. Not a single response from him.Â
âMakoto, say somethingâŚâ Byakuya ordered, pausing to watch the boyâs face; his voice was quieter than he wanted to admit. âMakoto!"Â
Makoto sharply inhaled at the sound. Byakuya sounded scared. Byakuya was never scared. "NnâŚ.â Makoto frowned a little bit in worry. He felt like he was drowning, being pushed beneath thick murky water and whenever he got close enough to the surface to even understand a little bit of what was going on he was shoved back down again. He could see Byakuya look towards Kyoko for a moment and watched his expression fall.Â
FocusâŚfocus. If he could just make out the words they were saying. His vision left him for a moment, greying out as his body felt weirdly numb and tingly. It wasnât a bad feeling. If Makoto were to die here and nowâŚheâd be happy to die next to the people he loved with this strange not-bad feeling. It was much better than bleeding out alone and in pain surrounded by the mascot that caused all this suffering in the first place. He could just drift away, and be able to die peacefully, a luxury most people didnât get any more. If he could see his own face he was sure a weak smile played on it.Â
âWhat do you mean?!â Byakuya snapped, he glared at her out of habit.
âI mean⌠just lookâŚâ Kyokoâs busy hands paused momentarily to grab more fabric from the dwindling pile. Byakuya looked away from Makotoâs face and his breath caught in his throat. The limb Kyoko was working on barely resembled a leg anymore. She had done a decent job at cleaning up the wounds but it only made it more apparent how⌠disfigured it was. Nothing about it seemed right.
âHe canât-â the words welled up in Byakuyaâs throat. He couldnât speak the words into existence. If he did, then it would become an undeniable reality.Â
But Kyoko didnât have that same hesitation, âThereâs no way his leg can recover from this, and thatâs without factoring in the high risk of infection.â
Byakuyaâs eyes were glued to the horrific sight. Despite the sight of death becoming background noise to them all, it put a pit in his stomach. He felt disgusting. Like any second now his lunch would come back up. Look closerâŚit was a miracle the leg was even hanging on at all. Kyoko was right. He would lose his leg.Â
Makoto, just barely through the swirls of gray blurs and black spots, could see the desperation and worry on Byakuya and Kyokoâs faces. It was only a small thought in the back of his mind at first. Just a little whisper. But eventually it became bright and loud. A scream next to his ears. A new hope.Â
He didnât want to die. Not like this.Â
He couldnât leave Byakuya and Kyoko heartbroken. Theyâd drown in the despair. Letting their trusted friend, their partner in survival, die after doing everything they could to try and save him? It would be heartbreaking. But Makoto couldnât even make out the color of sky anymore. He couldnât move his fingers. He didnât know if it was possible for him to get out of this one alive, but he wouldnât spend his last moments watching people he loves suffer.Â
â âs⌠okâŚy âŚgamiâ Makotoâs tongue felt like lead and moved sluggishly in his mouth. Byakuya wished he could take any form of comfort from the broken sentence.Â
The fever from Makotoâs face had gone cold, leaving him with all his blood washed pale skin on full display. Byakuya had to pause to pinch the bridge of his nose.Â
âDonât talk like that, you moron. I know what youâre trying to do.â and he did. Byakuya knew that Makoto was trying to make himself and Kyoko more at ease. Even while walking on a tightrope between life and death the bot still wanted to make sure his friends were okay. Byakuya felt rigid in a mixture of irritation and worry.
âIt⌠dâsnât hur.. nymoreâŚâs okay."Â
The words made cold fear run down Byakuyaâs spine. He clenched his fists, glaring down at Makoto like heâd insulted him. But his voice was weak, "I told you to stopâŚ"Â
"ReallyâŚI prâŚmiseâŚâs not going to be badâŚ"Â
Byakuya grinded down on his teeth with enough force to hurt his jaw. He exhaled harshly, ignoring Makotoâs words and turning to Kyoko, "Will you hurry up and save him already?!"Â
"Iâm doing my best! Thereâs not much I can do!"Â
ââre both⌠really strong⌠you cân overcome âŚânythingâŚâ Makoto felt a lump in his throat, he wanted to make it seem like everything was gonna be fine, but he knew that no matter what he said⌠Byakuya and Kyoko were smart. They were smart enough to know he was lying through his teeth. Maybe it was more for him than for them at this point.
âDammit Makoto if you donât stop fucking talking that-!âÂ
"ThaâŚâs why I knowâŚ.youâll be okayâŚâ He struggled to speak, tongue heavy as lead, and still he tried to make the words clear as possible. He was afraid, he didnât want to go, not now. There were so many things left that he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to do. He wanted to tell the two people in front of him how much he cared about them but all he could do was watch as their distress increased. His vision started to fade and he wanted to scream for it to come back. He struggled to breath.
âMakoto!"Â
Byakuya took Makotoâs face in his hands again. The light in Makotoâs eyes were completely gone, unable to properly process the world around him. Despite Byakuyaâs pleas steadily becoming more and more desperate for Makoto to stay awake, he slipped through his fingers like sand. With his eyes drifting to the right, Makoto fell away from the world.Â
And both of them felt it with their own hands. They felt the exact moment Makoto lost consciousness for what could very well be the last time. They both stood there frozen in shock. Byakuya still had his hands on Makotoâs face, just watching as if any second heâd open up his eyes again and apologize for scaring them. Kyoko had her hands up, mid-wrapping wounds. She just stared blankly, unable to grapple with the idea that all her work may have been for nothing.Â
They sat in silence. No one moved.
It felt like gravity had increased, time had slowed down to a crawl and even the gentle whistling of the wind felt subdued and gentle, as if even it didnât want to disturb them. Neither wanted to be the first to move. If they were to move, what were they even supposed to do? Both of their minds seemed to cloud. Was it even worth it to move? Was there even a point? There was too much to process, too many unanswered questions. Too many calls to feelings that would be left unanswered. And yet the world kept spinning sluggishly as if nothing had happened at all.Â
"CheckâŚâ Kyoko felt some clarity dig into her skull, sharp like a breath of cold air, âcheck his pulse."Â
"Huh?"Â
"Check his pulseâŚ! Now!"Â
They both jumped into action. Kyoko grabbed Makotoâs wrist, pressing two fingers into the pulseline with enough force to bruise. It was manic and ineffective. She didnât even think about how she had her gloves on, she just needed to know now. Byakuya was pressing his fingers into Makotoâs cold neck again and again. He kept missing the pulse point and getting impatient when he felt nothing.
When they found it, they both sunk back with relief. They could have passed out from the rush of realization. It was weak, and way way too fast, but it was something dammit. He wasnât gone yet. With a shaky yet confident breath, Kyoko got back to work, hands trembling ever so slightly. Enough for Byakuya to notice, but not enough to comment on.Â
Byakuya slowly let go of Makotoâs neck. He dragged himself back to give Kyoko space. The pick up would be here soon. In an effort to keep contact with Makoto and stay out of Kyokoâs way, Byakuya positioned himself so that he could rest the boyâs head in his lap. He wouldnât be caught dead in this position on any other day but in the moment that didnât matter. He occasionally glanced up at Kyoko to watch her work, but stayed focused on Makoto. If Makoto woke up he was going to be right there and this time he wouldnât let him slip away again.Â
The pick up was almost there.
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Wells Boys x Reader May The Best Wells Win
**These gifs are made by me, please credit if used.
***Also, I'm not dead! This is the last complete draft I have in my drafts box until Thanksgiving and Winter Break. I'll promise I'll be back, I'm just super sick and stressed out with Uni and my premed course work. Apologies for the delay, now enjoy the fic :)
âCisco, itâs so precious,â you gush, sitting beside the mechanical engineering genius as you two sift through various screenshots and fan art on the Cortex main monitors. âWhen did you say the game was being released?â
The three men honestly had no idea how to respond. None of them were getting any form of attention from you today, coincidentally the one person that they were hopelessly pining over. Regrettably you were unaware of their hidden affections, oblivious to the true meaning to their actions towards you. Sherloque was quietly sipping his tea, Harry had his arms crossed with a little glare, and HR was twirling his drumstick around as per usual. All while you and Cisco continued to gush over the small virtual creature. Yamper, is what they heard you coo out with heart eyes and all. A virtual creature from the world of PokĂŠmon that attains the body of a corgi with electric type attributes.
âHe is pretty cute, but Iâm just saying my moneyâs still on Bulbasaur,â Cisco quirks an eyebrow at you with a goofy smile, searching up on a separate monitor. You roll your eyes at him and shake your head, âShould be out by November 15. Are you thinking what Iâm thinking?â
âPre-ordering the game and spending every waking second on it?â You rub your hands together with a smile gracing your lips.
âAll-nighters included?â
âAll-nighters included along with lots of snacks and fizzy drinks.â
âI taught you so well.â Cisco does a little gasp rests a hand over his heart, faking a tear to wipe away like a parent proud of his child. You gave Cisco a big hug before going back to Pokemon surfing for this new game release.
A glare washed over the Wells men at the hug. All three men shared a look of annoyance and rolled eyes at the next set of Yamper photos, this time mini comic panels were included. You were practically in a whole other world because of the dog-like virtual creature. The Wells men reluctantly huddled together in the side lab, a moment of silence passing through them as they looked to one another with blank looks. They neither liked nor tolerated one another yet must play nice for your sake. They find themselves in the same predicament: you were too distracted to be whisked away by one of them.
âAll right, I think we can agree here that âYamperâ is our common enemy,â Harry speaks up with a sigh, as three sets of blue eyes glanced back at you. âAnd itâs only logical for a temporary truce until this Yamper incident blows over.â
âOui, though âe may be virtual, mon cher âas rather become infatuated instead of seeking out moi. Such a shame, âowever-â
âHold on there Frenchy,â HR stops the Frenchman. âNo one said sheâs seeking you out, my handsome friend. If anything, Iâm the one that she enjoys coming to whenever she needs to have a good heart-to-heart conversation or for some Jitters outings. Therefore, a point goes to me.â
âWrong,â Harry roughly shuts HR down as Sherloque mutters to himself about his disgust for the bitterly caffeinated beverage, âneither of you are worthy enough to be in her presence. If anything, Iâm the most practical person she comes to whenever she needs advice or wants someone to spend her downtime with. On top of that, Iâve known her longer.â The dark-haired E2 man smirks in triumph, much to HR and Sherloqueâs chagrin, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark-washed jeans. He does a little head tilt to accompany his smirk, âBall is in my court.â
âIâve got deductive skills, intelligence, and charm. Qualities all women desire-â
â-The only thing you have is that piling debt of alimony to all your exes.â
âLow blow, hardhead.â HR whistled lowly.
âShut it, you mindless fool.â
âNot mindless, creative and optimistic. Iâm not a sourpuss like you.â
âAt least I still have my company and my earth as a home.â
â-Wow, rude much? Or are your bedside manners as good as the dirt in hell?â
â-Yet, you âave your daughter running âalf of it. And you got kicked out of the council. It seems that your genius brain couldnât keep up with the dark matter.â HR and Sherloque has spoken at the same time, the latter going for a hard jab. Well, more like a stab instead of a jab.
Harry ignored the dark matter incident comment. âThat council was toxic, and you know it. Unlike you two, Iâve got combat experience, especially with metas, so that means I can protect her the most.â
âNo woman wants to be with a blunt mallet with raging anger management issues or with a man who canât keep it in his pants whenever he sees a version of his ex.â HR snapped in a low voice, a little smile playing at the corners of his lips.
âWhat did you just say-â
âQu'est-ce que tu viens de me dire?â
Before either man could throw any fists or random objects in the lab, a whooshing sound and red electricity cracks through the air. Harry, HR, and Sherloque found themselves thrown into opposite walls of the Time Vault, one by one. The pebbled interior jabbed at them at the moment of impact before roughly landing on the cold ground. They opened their eyes with an ache reverberating through their body and a groan leaving their lips. HRâs drumsticks had clattered onto the tiled flooring, rolling slightly away from his body. Sherloque's fedora had flown off his head while his cup of tea remains broken in the other room. Lo and behold, the last man they expected to see stood right before them in all his smug speedster glory.
He calmly watched each man gather their bearing and rise to their feet.âIâd say neither of you are the better candidate for my sweet little kitten,â the genius speedster spoke with a condescending tone.
Eobard Thawne with the identity of this earthâs own Wells smirked mischievously at the Frenchman, the novelist, and the war veteran. âMy reasons?â He speaks, when they all gave him murderous glares and rude, yet questioning looks. âThey arenât really of your concern. Just remember," he raised a taunting index finger in the air, "that Iâm smarter, faster, and stronger than you three combined.â The dark-haired genius emphasized those three key words as if to engrave them in the air that heâs the superior one that would win your heart. Each word directed towards each Wells, knowingly attacking each of man's weakness.
âDonât kid yourself speedy,â HR stammers out, both drumsticks now in a tightened fist. He's stood up against Savitar, why couldn't he do the same against Reverse Flash? âSheâs not into villains. You lucked out, so beat it before BA shows up with Iris and the Team.â
A low whistle leaves Eobardâs lips along with a little laugh, raising his hands up in mock defeat. âOh, very threatening.â The smug expression and raised eyebrow gesture never leave his face.
âThe moronâs right on this.â Harry had already pulled out the miniature pulse rifle (a pulse pistol, if you will) that he always keeps on him. He was blindsided once by Oliverâs Earth-X doppelganger, never again would that happen. Keeping the energy-filled gun pointed at the speedster, "Youâre the last one sheâd ever want to see or get with. Or have you forgotten exactly what you've done to her friends.â
Sherloque adjusted his cap and remained silent, observing and analyzing the speedster in front of him. He had heard so much about this Wells... Thawne. Stone-hearted, analytical and highly intelligent even from his original time period. A true malevolent strategist to benefit himself, yet he's heard whispers of how his demeanor would melt away when it came to you. However so much pain and underlying anger remain with the individuals of team flash. You wouldnât choose him surely⌠Would you?
âIs that so? Well I guess that decision is up to her, isnât it?â Eobard laughs sinisterly, cocking his head to the side with eyes sparking to life with red. âMay the best man win.â The futuristic speedster speeds away with his crimson lightning licking the air. His mocking laughter echoes through the room.
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Smokey brand Movie Reviews: Run it Back
Iâve been trying to watch Tenet for months. 2020 has f*cked up me entire movie viewing experience, even though it never had to get this bad. I live in the US and my government is sh*t so weâve had to deal with this bullsh*t for a full year. Iâve sat back and watched whole ass countries reopen while we are going into another nation wide lock down because idiots refuse to sacrifice even a little bit for us to get out of this goddamn hole but, i digress. This isnât a rant about the political situation in my sh*thole country, itâs a review of Tenet. Long story short, i finally have an opportunity to check this thing out. I was looking mad forward to the theater experience with this one because Nolan is a master at that but, instead, I'll have to settle for m home theater experience.
The Good
Christopher Nolan is back at it again, giving us spectacle and substance at the same damn time. I love this dudeâs work. Itâs always gorgeous and cerebral and engaging. I mean, he elevated Batman to high art, are you kidding me? Tenet is no different. This film is one of his best. He takes another high concept, grounds it for laymen, and does spectacular sh*t with it. Bro, give this man a Bond film already because thatâs what this is, only laced with tat same energy he instilled within Inception and The Prestige.
The editing in this movie must have been a herculean task to accomplish but accomplish it they did. Itâs devastatingly phenomenal with all of the reversed shots and slighted perspectives you see on screen. I am in awe of the precision it took to make this movie happen. Obviously, it is a real visual feast but the machinations behind the scenes to make everything so goddamn seamless are disgustingly, unabashedly, brilliant. If Nolan doesnât get an Oscar nod for this sh*t, thereâs no justice in the world. It really is a technical marvel.
I touched on this a little before but this movie is f*cking gorgeous. The set pieces are breathtaking, the aesthetic is lovely, and the shot composition is pristine. Some of this cinematographer can legit be framed and hung in a museum of fine art.
And to keep the gushing going, this sound design is f*cking chef kiss level. I said Nolan is a master at his craft and that come through, one hundred percent, with the mixing in this movie. Itâs more than just the soundtrack or score, but literally everything. In order for this film to work, he had to meticulously go through and navigate every noise in this film. I donât understand how Nolan can be so precise with his vision but i am SO glad that he is.
This is the most action i have ever seen in a Nolan film and itâs legitimately some of the best. Sh*t is profound, visceral, and brutal. It borders on Daniel Craig James Bond barbarous and i loved it all. Itâs such a juxtaposition from the suave, smooth, aesthetic of the film. I mean, Protagonist literally cheese grates the side of a dudeâs face and walks away like itâs nothing Iâve never seen sh*t so goddamn vicious.
I just really needed to circle back around to this but these set pieces are f*cking extravagant as a motherf*cker. There is one in this flick that tops the plane heist in The Dark Knight Returns. Itâs whole ass miraculous to see and i lament i couldnât see it how it was designed to be properly seen. Nolanâs demand for practical effects always delivers brilliant spectacle.
I love this plot. I love the mechanics and the theories at play here. Iâm a theoretical physics geek so i live for these existential shenanigans. Itâs one of the reasons Inception is one of my favorite films and itâs definitely the reason this one is climbing that list as i watch it in real time. The plot, itself, is textbook spy heist stuff; Fate of the world, mad scientist villainy, ticking clock, mcguffin, etc. However, the theories therein uplift the material and make that mundane plot, so much more.
Okay. So, with the praise of the technical brilliance of this film out of the way, i can finally get into the performances and the cast. Of course Nolan mainstay, Sir Michael Caine, makes another memorable cameo as Sir Michael Crosby. Another interesting addition was Himesh Patel of Eastenders fame. He plays Mahir, a fixer; Another staple of these types of Nolan films. Other notable cast members include Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Clemence Posey, Dimple Kapadia, and Yuri Kolokolnikov. Even Fiona Dourif has a role to play in this flick. Chuckyâs daughter is in a Nolan film and i am absolutely shook about it! Everyone delivers their performances with gusto, even when there isnât much of a character on the page to realize. Now to get into the standouts, for better or worse.
John David Washington is f*cking exceptional in this flick, man. Itâs a little jarring hearing him speak sometimes, i keep hearing his pops, but dude delivers like his dad onscreen, too. This is a star-turning vehicle for Washington and he deserves all of the shine. his Protagonist is amazing to see onscreen and can give ever cinematic spy, from Bourne to Bond, a proper run for their money. Washingtonâs swagger and poise make this character one of the best in Nolanâs filmography. JDW is fast building one helluva body of work. Monsters and Men, Ballers, and BlacKkKlansman, and now this? Itâs only a matter of time before JDW is the acronym on top of all the best scripts, all the awards. Dude is primed to blow the f*ck up and Tenet is a massive opening salvo of a career, i suspect, which will be as grand as his fatherâs body of work.
Robert Pattinson continues to prove he is one of the best of his generation, however ridiculous it is to actually work with him. his Handler character, Neil, kind of steals all of the scenes. Dude is witty, calculating, and mad aloof but never a bore. Pattinson delivers this performance with a smarm that feels slathered on in heaps but is just too decadent to ignore. He reminds me a lot of Hardyâs Eames from Inception and thatâs high praise. Eames was my favorite character in that flick. Itâs been a banner year for old Patts. The Batman his limping along, Tenet is a masterpiece, The Lighthouse was inspired, and he was disgustingly horrid in The Devil All the Time. Dare i say, olâ BatPats becoming one of my favorites working today.
God, Elizabeth Debicki is great in this role but there simple isnât enough to properly sustain her talents. Her Kat Barton is so goddamn thin, itâs painful because i know Debicki is great at her job. Sheâs shown her brilliance countless times, almost always uplifting her roles, even if the content is abject sh*t. The Cloverfield Paradox is a great example of that. This isnât her fault. Nolan is terrible at writing women but, just once, if he could actually create a female lead with a bit off agency, i wished it would have been for this film. Debicki deserves so much better but, even with this paper thin caricature sheâs been giving, she uplifts the material and works magic with the scraps.
The Bad
Kenneth Branagh as the antagonist, Andrei Sator, is a little cartoonish for the tone of this film. Branagh always kind of overacts like this in most of his appearances so you have to take it with a grain of salt but, in order to really come across as sinister like they want you to believe this dude is, someone else should have played this role. He does an admirable job but the character was just realize pitch. I can see Javier Bardem or Mads Mikkelsen killing totally this sh*t
Nolan continues to shortchange his female characters. He is the worst at writing chicks, man, i swear. Itâs a shame, really, because everything else around them is always so interesting. Itâs one of dudeâs few flaws as a storyteller and itâs my biggest gripe with his craft. The machinations of Tenet are so intriguing but poor Elizabeth Debicki doesnât even get to really play in that world. She definitely works with what she has but, ultimately, her character is mad flaccid and itâs a crying shame.
This isnât a knock on the film at all but the fact i had to watch it on a regular ass television, however large and 4K that is, just ainât the same. Nolan films are meant to be seen on the biggest screen possible, at least at first. I hope to god this thing gets a re-release when this COVID sh*t blows over.
The Verdict
I loved Tenet. Loved it. I loved the concept going in but actually seeing it, finally experiencing it, and i am hooked. Itâs a stunning f*cking film and Nolan pulled out all of the stops. His writing, direction, and overall vision to put this jigsaw of movie together is absolutely profound. Even with all of this on his plate, he Nolan was able to articulate this to one of his best casts and two of his strongest leads. John David Washington and Robert Pattinson come through and kill this sh*t. This movie would not work without these two cats. Seriously, JDW was to be a star after this, and he still might be, even if this thing didnât get the theatrical release it absolutely needs and deserves. BatPats did his thing and killed another performance, further proving heâs a real actor and not some flash-in-the-pan, sparkling, vampire. Even the supporting cast comes through and delivers outstanding performances. Nolan uses every bit of this two and a half hour run time to deliver a heart-pounding spectacle of espionage and intrigue, rivaling the very best modern Bond films. The only issue i have with this thing is the usual Nolan issue; Bad female characters. Dude canât write a woman to save his goddamn life. Also, the main antagonist is a bit weak. He's a little too Goldmember when he probably should have been more Goldfinger. Tenet is the best goddamn film I've seen all year and i wish, more than anything, i could have seen this thing in a proper theater It would have been quite the experience.
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A kinda thematic end. WishCoin Crab ends our first conversion list. and finally fulfilling a dream of mine to start a big project that I enjoy fully. and I can't say I regret starting this one bit. I have had a blast every day. even days where I couldn't Bring myself to build a card. I love this community weâve developed here and it brings my heart great joy knowing that you all enjoy it. I want to thank all of you so much for helping me start this dream of mine, and I hope you stick around to help me realize the full of this. I know I say this a lot but I love hearing from you all. on my discord, on my Tumblr, in my message box. wherever. I love the Criticism I love the stories, I love helping people with ideas. I love this all. I'll say it again and then get done gushing and down to business. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH, I LOVE THIS COMMUNITY.
Plans for the future.I plan on doing a double. unfortunately It will be a bit late but i plan on converting both War of the Spark and Ravnica Allegiance at the same time, alternating each day. I will update you with more info when that comes around. additionally i plan on going though this set and revamping some of my earliest work. and changing it, so you might see many older posts changing. Im doing this because i unfortunately do not feel proud of them
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now onto brass tax.Over the next few months I plan on working on and releasing a compendium of all the conversions ive made here. along with a few exclusive conversions. these exclusive conversions include.
Split Spells
Legendary Creatures
Planeswalkers and their spells/minions
In addition to this book will also offer a fully fleshed out Quest known asÂ
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There will also be a few additional ideas and content which include but are not limited to
A subclass for Rogue based around the Surveil ability
original ideas for magical items, creatures, and spells.
original art from some very talented artists.
Once I work out some ways of distribution I will update with the relevant info. I currently plan on it being on DMâs Guild and direct transfers. For those who have been a patron for 5+ months will receive a free copy.Â
Additionally a small booklet about the guild lockets will be released for free for all to use. this also spoilers the lockets for Ravnica Allegiance.Â
Any additional info I am unable to think of currently will be added to this post. with an update including the change.
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How I managed to bang my GF's family and friends (Part 8)
At that moment, I was jealous of my GFâs father. This is the sight heâs been enjoying every night? If I were him, I would never let her out of my sight!
 The extra stimulation caused my erect penis to slip right through the top of my shorts. Trying my best to remain unnoticed, I maintained my regular breathing while hiding my face beneath the pillow.
 She knelt down beside me, her eyes now seeing nothing else but my manhood. Her initial reluctance was slowly fading away- her hands now slowly pulling my shorts down to the top of my knees. Biting her lips with her front teeth, I could hear saliva being produced inside her mouth. Now that she is closer to my eye level, I could also properly admire her body.
 The soft satin night gown formed a protruding shape before her breasts, making it obvious that her nipples were actually quite hard at the moment. The green satin was resting on her erect nipples, accentuated by her shapely breasts.
 All of a sudden, I felt a cold sensation on my penis.
 Darting my eyes back to my lower body, I saw something Iâve been waiting for since forever. The index finger of her right hand is now sliding along the shaft of my penis. She then flipped her hand around, running the same finger in the opposite directionâŚ
 It was ticklish yet sensual- perhaps due to her nervousness, I could feel her finger trembling lightly. Like a child afraid of being caught, her eyes were stealing glances toward the direction of my face once in a while.
 Despite this, her finger never stopped for a moment- still playing around with my penis as if she was trying to make up her mind. The uncertainty in her eyes made my member even harder- as the little sadistic demon hidden within my heart enjoys watching people trapped in a moral dilemma.
 She seemed fairly surprised by my penis getting even harder than before. Perhaps this gave her some sort of assurance, because what she did next went far beyond my imagination.
 âUse your whole hand, come onâŚâ I thought to myself, still anticipating her next move.
 True to my expectations, her thumb soon formed a ring with her index finger, with my penis right in the centre of it. She ran her fingers up and down my meat rod, as if sheâs trying her best to squeeze something out.
 However, the very next moment- her head lowered right before my eyes.
 Her luscious lips wrapped around her head of my penis faster than I can react, her fingers still jerking my shaft in slow and sensual motion. My hips started throbbing involuntarily, overwhelmed by the influx of sensation on my sensitive spot.
 What I am witnessing now is a work of art. Like a street performer doing a handstand on a basketball, my future mother in law is working the magic using her tongue. As her head is bent all the way over, I could not see the expression on her face. However, the ecstatic feeling on my penis could never lie.
 This is by far one of the best blowjobs Iâve ever had in my entire life. This made me wonder how much she had been practicing prior to this- but there was simply no time for me to give too much thought to this.
 Speeding up the movement of her hands, I was about to experience ecstasy like never beforeâŚ
 Whenever I have sex, I try my best to not cum that quickly in order to enjoy the ecstatic sensation just a little longer. As such, this is the first time things have gotten out of hand so rapidly.
 There was simply no way for me to hold myself back. Her fingers were relentless, dead set on squeezing out my load as soon as possible. Sure enough, within a matter of seconds- I could feel my penis reaching its limit.
 Trembling steadily on the spot, my hips went a little out of control as my penis started shooting my load. Gushing out of the tip of my penis was an insane load of cum I never thought I was capable of producing. Looking back, I would say it was at least 4 daysâ worth of cum.
 The moment I started cumming, her eyebrows turned into a frown, much like her daughterâs. With our hesitation, she swallowed my load like a seasoned veteran. I was mesmerized by her actions. There was no way a healthy man can resist her charm.
 Her lips soon left my penis, with sticky drool still trailing from the tip. After such an insane load, there was no way my penis could remain erect. I could almost feel a hint of sadness in her eyes when she saw my flaccid penis-
 -and our eyes met.
 It was as if time just stopped all of a sudden. My eyes were staring straight into hers, and the dazed look on her face soon turned into one of horror and guilt.
 She sat up straight, her right palm covering her mouth.
 âOh dear what have I done, oh noâŚâ she cried out, visibly shaken by her own actions.
 Now then, my dear friend. If you were me, what would you have said in this situation? Your future mother in law just sucked you off behind your GFâs back- and it was obvious she was conscious of her own actions.
 If you were to ask me, there was simply no way to end this gracefully. Believing that this was the best thing to say, I allowed the following words to slip out of my mouth.
 âThat was the best blowjob Iâve ever hadâŚâ I replied meekly.
 Before I could say another word, she stood up straight and walked off almost immediately.
 âPlease put on your shorts. Please⌠nothing happened between usâŚâ she pleaded, knowing full well that she has done something irreversible.
 Truth be told, that actually made me feel guilty about this whole plan of mine. But whatâs done is done. And now, I have to do what I can to defuse this unexpected turn of eventsâŚ
 âI know we shouldnât be doing this, but that was amazing!â I continued without skipping a beat, believing this to be the best choice of words. âYouâre my girlfriendâs mother, but as a healthy man, thereâs no way I wouldnât be attracted to a beautiful lady like you!â
 ââŚjust stop, pleaseâŚâ she pleaded, her face now in her hands.
 Not wanting to lose the only chance I have, I continued speaking with no intention to stop.
 âThere must be a reason you did⌠what you didâŚâ I said, careful not to use any sensitive words. âDo you see me that way too?â
 She said nothing, her hands still buried in her arms.
 âYou do, donât youâŚ?â I pressed on, trying my best to prevent her from running off. âI..
 I really like what you did just now⌠that has got to be the best moment in my lifeâŚâ
 Without another word, she walked off, headed straight to her room. Shit, did I need up? Not wanting it to end like this, I followed her and tried to continue the conversation. However, she shut the door in my face before I could even formulate another sentence.
 âPlease go to sleep,â she said from behind the door. âWe will talk about this tomorrowâŚâ
 And so, I did, seeing how there was no chance for me to continue the conversation. Guess its heaven or hell now. If the girls find out, Iâm as good as dead. Time to grab some shut eye for nowâŚ
 âââââââ
 But no, thereâs no way I can sleep after all that. Iâve been tossing and turning in bed for a good 15 minutes. My cock is still agitated and thereâs no way I can sleep like this. Whatâs more, my impending doom is just making me feel even worse.
 I need some sort of release. Even going for a jog would be nice. With that in mind, I left my room and went straight to the living room. 2 rounds around the neighbourhood sounds great right about now.
 Opening the door with one hand and wearing my shoes with the other, I ended up hopping around, trying to regain my balance. Perhaps it was due to the sound I was making; I heard a door creak open.
 âAre you going somewhere?â Her voice shot right into my ears, making me pause almost immediately.
 I turned my head to my side, witnessing her leaving her room.
 âI⌠yes, Iâm going for a jogâ I said, giving a on awkward smile.
 âI shouldnât have reacted that way just now⌠it was my fault after all.â She replied, her answer completely unexpected.
 âAre you free tomorrow?â She asked, looking at the floor.
 There was no way I wouldnât be free after hearing her say thatâŚ
 So, there I was, sweat dripping all over the place, with a seemingly endless stretch of road before my eyes. My GFâs mom was running in front of me, her voluptuous body glistening in the morning sun.
 âLetâs go have a little jog-â was what she said just now, smashing my erotic fantasies of her to smithereens. I thought weâll be talking about the issue at hand and Iâll have another chance at convincing her.
 However, little did I know that weâll be jogging in the park- and weâve been going at it for at least 50 minutes. The weather is turning hot, and Iâm not sure if Iâll last another 5 minutes.
 Just when I was contemplating if I should take a break from running, my GFâs mom started slowing down. She eventually stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at me.
 âHow is it? Feeling better already?â She asked with a bright smile, the embarrassment from last night now but a thing of the past. And all I could manage was an awkward laughter in response.
 âIâve contacted a friend of mine to help you with your⌠problem,â she commented, eyes fixated on my crotch.
 Wait a minute.
 While Iâll admit that Iâm the one who came up with this ploy, Iâm not the one who decided it was a good idea to play with your future son in lawâs dick. Seems to me like sheâs still in denial about her needs.
 Very well then, letâs see how this will play out.
 We left the running tracks, still drenched in sweat. Her decathlon singlet was soaked through and through, showing off the sports bra she was wearing beneath the singlet. Along the way, I could observe other men- young and old, throwing dirty glances at my future mother in law. I suppose the charms of a matured lady really knows no bounds.
 To my surprise, my future mother in law wasnât planning to rest under the HDB block. Instead, she called for the lift. Did we just run all the way to her friendâs place?
 After a short elevator ride, I followed her lead to a home just around the corner. At that point, I was actually kind of nervous. I was too tired to be nervous before, but now that my heart isnât trying to rip a hole in my chest, I can finally think clearly.
 Perhaps sensing my nervousness, my mother in law tried to reassure me.
 âDonât worry⌠everything will be fine!â
 Within moments, I could hear the door creak open. I wonder how this friend of hers is like? And how is this friend supposed to âhelpâ me with the situation?
 My eyes widened, as the person behind the door stepped into the openâŚ
 From behind the door, an Indian lady came forward, greeting the two of us with a bright smile. She looks like someone in her early 30s, but her bubbly attitude made her seem younger than she really is.
(Original thread: http://tiny.cc/td3x6y) (To be continuedâŚ)
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Different Kisses with Himchan
Thanks for your request, and patience for me to answer this! Since B.A.P is one of my ult groups, I was so excited to receive another member to write kisses for (only Zelo to go!) but the more I sat here thinking about Himchan, I realised just how relatable he is as a person! So this has been a really nice journey creating these kisses and I hope you enjoy them!
Kissing Himchan happens as often as his compliments for you do. Youâre forever falling deeper in love with him with every kiss.
First kiss:
Your first kiss with Himchan came a few weeks into your relationship. Himchan is a romantic and it doesnât take him long to fall in love with someone. You worked at a cafĂŠ he frequented often and over time you had a steady stream of flirty banter whilst you made his coffee. Because heâs a straight-forward type of guy, when he found that he couldnât stop thinking about you he asked you out on a date, and it was a good thing he chose to do this when you werenât using the coffee machine because you were that stunned you would have burned yourself. Of course, you accepted and starting seeing Himchan frequently for dates.
And whilst he was always open with his conversations with you, connecting with you endlessly over any topic, the physical side was delayed compared. It wasnât as if Himchan didnât want to do more than hold your hand or cuddle up with you. He had been ready to kiss you from the first date. But he was trying to be gentlemanly, especially since you had mentioned you hadnât dated in a while.
It confused you as to why he held back. You could tell he wanted to kiss you, the urge obvious in his dark eyes whenever you caught him staring at you. Soon, you anticipated him finally crossing that line and kissing you. You waited for it on every date or time you spent together. But nothing.
Finally, after waiting all day long you simply reached over and kissed him briefly whilst he was talking to you. Himchan blinked slowly, trying to process what just happened. âWas that a kiss?â
âIâve waited for you to kiss me for so long, so yes!â you told him exasperatedly, watching as a slow grin crossed his lips. There was now a glint in his eye that you frowned at as he edged closer.
âYou call that a kiss?â he repeated before cupping your face in his hands, pressing his lips onto yours with demand. It was needy and heated and by the time he pulled away, you were breathless.
Public kisses:
Since that first kiss, Himchan has kissed you whenever and wherever you are, so being out in public is no issue for either of you. Youâre naturally very affectionate with each other and always holding hands or touching in some way, exchanging endless smiles and kisses during whatever task youâre up to. Himchan loves spoiling you and taking you out shopping is one of his favourite pastimes, kissing the top of your head and chuckling when you get excited over your finds for the day. You love nothing more than choosing things out with him in person, for you, him, your home â everything. Thereâs something endearingly normal about doing this together, since heâs away so much with his job, and it makes you both more open with your PDA, lots of gentle kisses in between visiting stores.
And whilst Himchan loves having date night within the confines of your home, he definitely prefers getting out and exploring the world with you. From museums and art expos to endless coffee shops and restaurants, Himchan is in his element if he can make new memories with you. Kisses infiltrate every activity, mostly being pecks or brief embraces but when the adventure out starts to wind down and you think about heading home sometimes these kisses can turn deeper, searching for a new activity to fill the night with. Heâs so smitten with you and being out with you all this time has Himchan thinking of how much he loves you â and how much he wants to cherish you forever. Quite often these kisses signal the end of any outing and itâs time to head home and get lost within each other.
Private kisses:
Himchan at home is comfortable. You both have an equal love for connection and communication so when youâre alone together thatâs all you focus on. Even when it comes to chores you do them together, living that sweet domestic life. Himchan is excellent in the kitchen which helps you out as youâre not always the most proficient in there but you definitely get an A+ for effort. He loves when you cook for him, gushing over how good it is and how happy he is being fed by you. Kisses often follow after every meal, much like cuddles on the sofa and getting entangled in with each other as you watch TV or movies together. Thereâs nothing super exciting about your daily lives behind closed doors and yet you wouldnât change it for the world. You spend a lot of time just talking, able to converse over any topic and becoming intellectually energised from being in the company of someone who also lives for in-depth conversations. A lot of your relationship is verbal; Himchan is always complimenting you for something. Heâs also known to scold you too! He is a nagger, it comes with his nurturing ways and because you are his special person, he always wants the best for you. So when youâre not looking out for yourself, expect him to have an opinion about it. But heâll always follow it up with a chaste kiss upon your lips to wipe away that pout youâre giving him too.
Heâs definitely affectionate in a physical aspect too. Himchan loves being able to touch you, it feeds into that need of connection you both have. Little touches infiltrate tasks, his hand reaching out to grab you and give it a little squeeze before carrying on. Kisses can be like this too, reaching for each other in passing, a quick peck getting you through whatever youâre focused on. When you both have time for each other though, Himchanâs a huge advocate for cuddling and not letting you go, and youâre definitely not going to complain about this.
Making out:
Himchanâs love for you means heâs always expressing himself to you. Whether itâs verbally with compliments about how beautiful you are or with how often heâs holding you within his arms and placing soft kisses upon you, heâs forever showering you in love. Which means itâs very easy for making out to occur in any situation. Sometimes all it takes is one look in your direction and youâre moving into his arms with haste, or during a really sensual cuddle session, either way, things are definitely going to slip into a land of pleasure. Whilst a lot of people see Himchan as dominant and rather dirty, I personally feel he is definitely more about the sensual, romantic side to loving you. Sure, he can sometimes demand more of you when feeling needy for a climatic release, most of the time though; Himchan is going to take his time with you. He truly worships you and this is shown through his approach to making out, pulling you into his lap and gripping at your upper thighs as he languidly kisses you. It might be slow but this is definitely delicious and heightening, the intricate way his mouth his moving on yours makes you moan out in delight often. Your hands are threaded through his hair and gently tugging when his own start to explore over your back and waist, running in circles that drive you as mad as these endless kisses are. One kiss falls into the next; stealing your breath and making your heart swell with further adoration. And when heâs had enough of just tasting your lips, heâll move down to your neck and any exposed skin on your chest and shoulders, sucking and kissing a trail that has you writhing in his lap. Of course, this is causing some major friction downstairs so making out has a very probable chance of heading into the bedroom. After all, his shirt is already undone by now and your noises are making him grunt in approval â itâs time to take this to another level of pleasure.
Morning kisses:
Himchan loves waking up with you securely within his arms. Like a security blanket, you have safely made it to another morning with him and heâs so happy to soak in all your natural beauty. He cannot help but lean in and kiss whatever part he can reach first, if youâre spooning, itâs your shoulders heâs now mapping out with his lips, and if youâre facing him, heâll try to find your mouth, kissing along your jawline and waiting for your head to turn enough so he can find your lips and claim them with a lot of soft kisses. Himchan is a man of many kisses, often following one up with another until youâre whining about not being able to breathe. Mornings are soft and endearing, whether you only have five minutes or an hour to enjoy wrapped up in each other, you both make the most of it until itâs time for a coffee run and to finally continue on with the rest of the day.
Making up:
Himchan is very stubborn and argumentative. Although your excellent communication means fights are not very frequent, he has an opinion and will be vocal about it if he believes itâs something to bring up. Arguments are often loud and full of defensive behaviour, both of you not backing down from your thoughts until itâs gone too far. And itâs around this point where, whether he felt he was still right or not, Himchan is beginning to feel guilty for yelling so much. If you also have started crying during the fight, it would literally break him to see you that upset.
Even with his stubbornness, Himchan readily makes up with you after the fight is over. He already struggles enough with his own self-critical ways; he doesnât like the idea of letting things between you both fester. Kisses are thus needier than usual; wanting to make sure your connection isnât damaged in any way. You can both discuss when calm how to approach your issues but making up physically definitely comes first. Despite his need for your love, I donât feel heâs one to often have make-up sex. For Himchan, sex is a way of expressing his ultimate love for you in a pleasurable session. With the heightened emotions after an argument, heâd much rather hold you close to him and mindlessly run his hands through your hair, telling you how much he loves and needs you always.
Coffee kisses:
Of course, his specific kisses start out here â Himchanâs favourite thing besides you is coffee! Much like Taekwoon, another self-confessed coffee addict, Himchan always has a lingering aroma of coffee on him. His kisses naturally taste like the beverage as well, especially when heâs just refuelled himself on caffeine. Although you once worked as a barista, coffee isnât your favourite beverage but you do seem to find immense comfort in the taste and smell of Himchan. And when heâs away, you definitely to miss this, feeling withdrawals from not being around someone that always smells and tastes like coffee.
Thankfully his lips are always available whenever heâs home to fulfil your own addiction, and he loves whenever you sigh in content after plucking the taste from his mouth. Himchan makes a huge point of drinking his coffee and then finding your lips to make up for lost time.
Playful kisses:
Although he can be serious and talk with you for hours on end, Himchan is also very capable of having fun and creating a playful atmosphere with you. Heâs a bit of a dork and definitely a jokester, loving to hear you whine in protest at his antics. He also has a great habit of embarrassing you with his cheesy aegyo which you secretly adore even if youâre cringing. Itâs when you start blushing or vehemently protesting that Himchan cannot help but laugh, kissing you in between his bursts of joy. Heâs already known to kiss you multiple times in a session but when heâs playful theyâre like little love bullets all over your face, making you giggle until youâre breathless. When youâre both trying to calm down from this, youâll stare at one another and grin, knowing this was a perfect healing session to brighten you up and de-stress from the daily grind of life.
Selfie kisses:
Himchan is huge on making memories. And what better way to document them than with using technology and taking endless photos. Himchan is a selfie king and you are his queen, so it makes sense that you take a lot of photos together. From dorky to couple aesthetics, you have them all and every day, every trip and every special moment is well documented in photos. It makes sense that a lot of these moments have at least one kissing photo captured, always feeling immense joy in exploring together and adding new memories to your journey in life together. Kisses arenât staged like with some selfie kisses I write for; theyâre more genuine and caught in their raw form. Some are on each otherâs cheeks or you pecking at Himchanâs hand that youâre holding to hide your face when youâre not wearing makeup. And then there are the ones where you reach for one another and kiss, not paying attention to the camera at all but getting caught up in one another. They are your favourite photos with Himchan and can be found in many of the framed photos you have around your home together.
Jealous kisses:
Because you are everything to Himchan, heâs not very good when it comes to sharing. As much as he likes having you around his members, heâs not afraid to speak up â especially when it comes to Youngjae â if he feels you are getting too close to them physically. Himchan knows that itâs harmless but it still evokes the green-eyed monster all the same, his whining incessant until he has you in his arms and away from whoever was disrespecting his values. The same can be said whenever he feels jealousy towards people he doesnât know well, though he wonât be as vocal. He will glare and strategically place an obvious hand on you that shows youâre his significant other, interjecting into conversation if he feels the need to establish his role in your life in a subtle way. Most of the time you just let these antics go, feeling a bit apologetic if you realise just how worked up he is. But sometimes, when your interaction with someone else feels unwarranted for his jealousy, you get annoyed, shrugging him off and walking away when itâs acceptable to do so, and giving him a look if he comes after you to quit it. In your eyes, you only ever see him and whilst you understand jealousy, you donât see why itâs still a problem after all these years. You love him and youâre very open to showing just how much you love Himchan too. In the moment, youâre not paying attention to how his insecurities are affecting him and heâs not one to openly talk of them either, so you may miss some of the cues that would soften your mood.
When youâre alone, heâll pull you into his arms firmly and demand your kisses, to remind himself that you do in fact only want to be with him. Itâs in these moments, as he claims more of you, that he can seem dominant, wanting to show you that you shouldnât ever make him jealous again without knowledge of the consequences.
Reassuring kisses:
This one really follows along with the previous section well! Himchan is self-critical and whilst he exudes confidence well, he sometimes hides his inner feelings behind this. As a nurturing type of person, Himchan is good at looking out for everyone but because heâs so occupied in helping others, he often comes up empty on that same nurture for himself. Heâs a perfectionist as well; loving on what he often sees as flaws within himself is very difficult. He often struggles with feeling good enough as a person, even if heâs exclaiming it in false confidence to others. The type of person who easily says heâs fine when heâs not so he doesnât worry others, especially you. But youâre someone who knows all of his habits now and can tell when he needs to rely on you. He wonât openly tell you he needs you, not wanting to seem incapable in front of you, but he has tell-tale signs. When he starts asking what you think of him in an outfit or how he looks, that is actually when he needs your comfort, your reassurance that he is someone of worth. Unfortunately, Himchan has faced a lot of judgement on his appearance since he was labelled as the visual in B.A.P and over the years this title has been a heavy burden on his shoulders.
Thankfully he has you, someone who knows how to lift him up without pushing him to open up to all his concerns. Youâll tell him he looks handsome as often as you can, and compliment him in a way thatâs not vague. Specific compliments really reassure Himchan and make him feel comfortable within his own skin again. Heâll kiss you after every compliment, telling you how much he loves you when he pulls away. And, if the problem is bigger and he really needs you, after youâve comforted him like this, heâll open up and tell you whatâs bothering him, thankful to have you to lean on and guide him through his troubles, kissing you softly in between when he feels overwhelmed by your love and support.
Thank you kisses:
Final kiss and letâs end it on a sweet note. Himchan knows everything about you. He is so observant that he has things sorted for you before you even know you need them. Even though youâre accustomed to him doing things for you and all the care he has for you, it still overwhelms you when he picks up on the little things. When he knows that youâre having a hard time and surprises you with flowers or when youâre struggling with something and he actively comes to help you solve it. Everything he does for you makes you feel more love for Himchan and you never thought that was possible. You have endless gratitude for his place in your world and even if you dedicate yourself to him for the rest of your life, youâre certain that wonât ever be enough to show him just how much he makes your life that much sweeter to live.
You try to tell him often though through thanking him. Like above, specific reasons and compliments are really special to Himchan and you often follow these up with kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him along with your lips. When you pull back and smile up at him, you know heâs aware of just how thankful you are for him and everything he does.
 Dating Himchan is rewarding. He is your biggest advocate for health and wellbeing and always there for you in any and every situation. Although heâs not so good at looking out for himself, you do a pretty darn good job at making sure he is always feeling fulfilled, cherished and wanted, and will happily do so for the rest of your life too.
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Fenris/f!Hawke modern AU: Tequila
Chapter 5 of Damned Spot is up on AO3! It ends on a bit of a cliffhanger BUT THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP EITHER TONIGHT OR TOMORROW, I PROMISE. Posting this one tonight for @dadrunkwriting Friday!
In which Fenris and Rynne flail around like awkward idiots in the wake of the previous nightâs party. Tiiiiiiny hint of smut. Previous chapters can be read here: [1] [2] [3] [4]Â
And beautiful art of this fic can be seen on the Tumblr of my partner in life and crime, the ever-talented @schouteâ.Â
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2:21pm - you had fun last night. admit it!
Rynneâs phone made a little swish sound as it whisked her message away to Fenris. She grinned to herself as she pulled her sunglasses from her forehead down to her nose, then stepped out into the brilliant afternoon sunshine.
She was still on a high from how great the party was. After the intensity of the conversation on the balcony, Fenris had spent the rest of the night by her side. Theyâd both continued drinking, and heâd started loosening up, and Rynne lost her breath every damned time he laughed. He talked more than sheâd expected, firmly sharing his opinions in the ebb and flow of conversations as they moved among the various groups of people in the house, and he was justâŚ
He was so fucking smart. And articulate. And surprisingly opinionated. Rynne hadnât expected that either, given how infrequently he participated in chit-chat at the Hanged Man. But now that sheâd seen him talking more freely, it was more obvious than ever that his customary reserved silence masked an unceasing river of thought rather than a lack of anything important to say.
His opinions didnât always match with hers. In addition to the lyrium issue, Fenris favoured the death penalty and really seemed to hate big corporations like Amazon. Rynne, on the other hand, supported rehab for convicted criminals and didnât particularly care where her stuff came from as long as it was cheap. She and Fenris butted heads a few times, and the conversation became rather heated on more than one occasion - too heated for Isabela, who complained that this was a party and not a courthouse - but somehow, Rynne always managed to diffuse the tension and make him smile.
And as soon as Fenris smiled, every hint of cogent thought fled her foolish brain.
Heâd followed her from the couch to the kitchen to the games room, scoffing at her jokes and returning her teasing with rapid-fire retorts that made her laugh so hard her stomach hurt. Heâd point-blank refused to dance with her, but it hadnât stopped her from dancing up on him like the shameless tart that she was. At one point, while she was twisting in front of him like a snake, he put his hand on her waist.
Fenris had touched her. Touched her of his own free will, twice in a single night. Heâd shaken his head and smirked at her as his elegant, tattooed fingers squeezed her waist, andâŚ
Makerâs balls, Rynne really wanted to fuck him.
But it was so much more than that. Usually Rynne was happy to hop into bed with whoever caught her interest, and if the fling became more than physical, that was a happy plus. But with Fenris⌠She got the sense that that wouldnât work for him, and that sheâd have to wait for him to come around to the idea of sleeping with her.
Rynne didnât care. She was more than happy to wait. She would wait for him for months if she had to, because she could happily admit the truth: in the space of less than two months, sheâd become more attached to Fenris than to any other romantic partner sheâd ever had.
Fenris knew her worst secret, the one sheâd been forced to hold most closely to her chest, and he didnât think she was a horrible person for what sheâd done. Heâd given her a few secrets of his own, and she knew that was no small thing for him. Somehow, for some reason, Rynne trusted him at a visceral, instinctual level, just as much as she trusted Piper and Cullen. And in the most uninhibited depths of her heart, she knew that she would wait for him for as long as it took.
But hopefully it wouldnât take too long.
She cheerfully hummed along to her tropical house playlist as she made her way to Athenrilâs coffee shop in Lowtown. She was so busy rehashing the happy events of the previous night that she was halfway to Lowtown before she realized that Fenris hadnât texted her back.
She pulled out her phone and swiped through to her messages.
2:33pm - fine, play coy, i dont mind ;) 2:33pm - seriously though iâm really glad you came
She popped her phone back in her pocket, but to her happy surprise, it dinged less than a minute later.
2:34pm - Thank you for having me.
I havenât had you yet, she thought cheekily. But she would keep that thought to herself. For now, at least.
2:34pm - anytime ^^ 2:34pm - are you super hungover? did i wake you up? lol
2:34pm - No. Iâve been up for hours. Some of us donât have the luxury of blackout curtains in every bedroom window.
Aw. So snarky, she thought fondly. She could imagine the crease of his eyebrows and the smirk on his lips as he texted her. The image fostered a warm feeling in her belly, and she grinned to herself as she stepped into the road.
âHawke! Be careful!â A strong female hand grabbed her elbow and pulled her back, and Rynne squealed in alarm as a taxi screeched around the corner in the spot where sheâd just been standing.
âFuck!â Rynne gasped. She pulled out one earphone and stared up at Aveline, who was scowling at her with a look that she usually reserved for shoplifting teenagers. âAv! My hero! Kirkwallâs finest at her very best! How are you?â
âIâm fine. But you need to pay attention to your surroundings,â Aveline scolded. âTurn your music down. You would have heard that cab coming if your music was quieter.â
Rynne tilted her head playfully. âSorry, I couldnât hear you over my music. What was that you said?â
Aveline pursed her lips. âVery funny.â She waved a hand for Rynne to cross the street, and they made their way in the direction of Lowtown together.
âSeriously though, how are you?â Rynne asked. âHowâs Donnic?â
Avelineâs expression softened at the mention of her husband. âHeâs well, thank you. Enjoying paternity leave.â She smiled slightly, and Rynne grinned at the pinkness of the police captainâs cheeks.
âAnd howâs Carver doing?â Rynne asked. âI hope he listens to you more than he ever listened to me. It would be embarrassing for a police officer to get another ticket for parking in a no-parking zone.â
âHeâs doing very well,â Aveline replied. Her tone held a hint of censure. âHeâs a hard worker, you know. A good addition to the precinct. And yes, he listens well, so no complaints there.â Aveline shot her a sideways look. âItâs been a while since youâve seen each other, hasnât it?â
Rynne shrugged casually. âYep.â It had been about six months, in fact. But it was better this way. It wasnât like Carver wanted to see her, anyway.
She changed the subject. âWhat are you doing out in these parts, anyway?â she asked. âI thought you were more of a desk jockey these days. Are half of the precinct on vacation or something?â
Aveline pursed her lips again. âA good captain keeps her eyes and ears on the street whenever she has a chance,â she announced. She gave Hawke a knowing look. âYou should be grateful that Iâm out and about. Youâd be roadkill otherwise.â
âThat I would,â Rynne chuckled, and she slipped her hand through the crook of Avelineâs arm. âCare to escort me the rest of the way to Athenrilâs, just in case I decide to wander into traffic again?â
Aveline smiled. âIâm afraid not. Iâll be leaving you here, actually. Iâm off to the docks.â She patted Rynneâs hand, then pulled away. âBe careful,â she warned. âVolume down!â
âYeah, all right!â Rynne waved and popped her earphones back in at full volume, then pulled her phone out again.
No further texts from Fenris. The ball was still in her court.
2:40pm - hey, those blackout curtains are necessary ok 2:40pm - you donât know this, but im actually a vampire 2:41pm - i spontaneously combust in direct sunlight 2:41pm - none of that sparkly diamond skin twilight bullshit. iâm the real deal
She held her phone loosely in her hand as she strolled along. When he didnât reply a few minutes later, she lifted her phone and tapped out another message.
2:44pm - what are you up to today? wanna hang out later?
She sent the message before she could stop to think twice. Maybe she was being overeager, but sheâd really enjoyed spending time with him last night. They were both off work until Tuesday, and if she had to wait that long to see him again, she would drive Piper up the wall with her gushing.
By the time she reached Athenrilâs coffee shop, he still hadnât replied. But as luck would have it, he didnât need to. As Rynne stepped into the cafe, she instantly spotted a familiar black-clad and hooded figure standing at the counter with his hands shoved into his pockets.
She grinned, then sashayed over to him and leaned against the counter. âExcuse me, sir. Are you a janitor? Because youâve swept me off my feet.â
Fenris recoiled at her abrupt appearance, then his eyebrows rose as he recognized her. âHawke! What are you doing here?â
âInspecting the goods, of course,â she said. She bit her lip and gave him a coy smile.
To her slight disappointment, he didnât smirk in return. Instead, he ran a hand over his hood and dropped his gaze.
Rynne straightened up. âIâm picking up an order,â she explained. âItâs our usual after-party thing. Unfortunately, I drew the short straw for pick-up today.â She stood on her tiptoes and waved at Emile, who held up two fingers to her.
She nodded, then turned back to Fenris. âDid you get my text?â she asked brightly.
âI did,â he confirmed. And he said nothing more.
Rynne frowned slightly. He wasnât looking her in the eye. Maybe he was just really focused on getting his coffee, but she was getting a distinctly weird vibe from him.
Well, heâd been weird when she first him, and that hadnât thrown her off. âSo. What are you up to today?â she said. âWant to come over and hang out with us?â
âIâm sorry, I canât,â he said. âIâve⌠I have errands to look after.â He nodded at the barista as she handed him his coffee, then turned away from the counter and from Rynne.
Her stomach started writhing. What was wrong with him? Had she done something wrong? She could hear Isabelaâs voice in her mind telling her to brush him off and let it go, but Rynneâs shameless, prideless tongue wouldnât stop wagging.
She followed him as he moved toward the door. âDo you want to go for dinner with me?â she blurted. âThereâs an Antivan tapas place that just opened in Hightown. I havenât been there yet, but Varric said the fish tacos are to die for.â
âNo,â Fenris said bluntly. âI mean - no, thank you. I will see you on Tuesday.â He finally looked her in the eye - the briefest, most neutral look - then pushed open the door to the coffee shop and left.
Rynne stood dumbly near the door as she watched him leave. Then she slowly made her way back to the counter.
âHĂŠ, Hawke!â Emile glided over and handed her a tray of drinks and a paper bag as he reeled off their regular order.  âOne Nevarran spiced chai, one espresso, one black drip coffee and one Arlathan apple spice, and one mixed box of Orlesian petit-fours⌠hey, are you okay?â
She hauled her face into a smile. âYeah,â she lied. âI just remembered I havenât done my taxes yet.â
Emileâs face fell. âAh merde, I havenât either! My father will have a fitâŚâ He pulled his phone from his pocket and began madly tapping at the screen.
Hawke grimaced guiltily and backed away from the counter. âEr, sorry! Iâll, uh, see you later.â She hurried away from the counter and left the cafe, but as soon as she was on the street again, she let her smile fall away.
Her chest felt heavy, like someone had dropped a pile of rocks into her rib cage. Why was Fenris being so cold? Maybe sheâd said something stupid last night that she didnât remember. She had been pretty drunk by the end of the night. Maybe theyâd argued about something
Or maybe she was just a deluded idiot, and he wasnât actually interested in her at all.
She pulled her sunglasses down to hide her burning eyes. It doesnât matter. Heâs just a boy, she told herself. A handsome, intelligent boy with hidden depths, but still just a boy. As Isabela would say, boys come and go - literally and metaphorically - and they were imminently replaceable.
Maybe if she kept telling this to herself, the stupid childish pain in her chest would go away.
Maybe if she kept telling this to herself, she would start to believe it.
********************
Hawke slid Fenrisâs water with lime across the bar. âHey,â she said.
He nodded. âHawke,â he greeted, but sheâd already glided away to the other side of the bar.
Fenris watched her wistfully for a moment, then lifted his water and turned around on his stool to face the rest of the pub. The Hanged Man was relatively quiet, as was usual for a Tuesday; they didnât do karaoke on Tuesdays, so the customary mix of 80s new wave and 90s grunge was pumping through the speakers and carrying the conversational susurrus of the laid-back post-work crowd.
Fenris sighed quietly. He slid his hand into his pocket and idly toyed with his phone. This was the first contact heâd had with Hawke since heâd run into her at Athenrilâs cafe on Sunday. She hadnât sent him a single text since then.
Sheâd only started texting him regularly about a week ago, but it was odd how quickly heâd become accustomed to the presence of her sunny swearing and ridiculous typos on his phone. Since the run-in on Sunday, sheâd gone completely radio silent. It wasâŚ
Necessary, he told himself. It was necessary. She was getting too close, and Fenris couldnât let that happen. The closer she got, the more dangerous it was for them both.
Heâd been a fool at the party on Saturday. On the balcony during that moment of weakness, heâd told her Danariusâs name, and it was a foolish fucking mistake. Knowing even that much information was a risk to them both. What if she tried to Google Danarius, and someone was spying on her search histories and tracked her down to get information about Fenrisâs whereabouts? Fenris used a VPN for all his online browsing, but Rynne didnât seem the type to care about that kind of thing. Fenris wasnât ready for Danarius and his men to come after him. He needed more time.
If Hawke learned anything more about Fenris, it could compromise his goals. His revenge would be at stake. Worse yet, Hawke herself would be in danger, and Fenrisâs blood ran cold at the thought of any harm coming to her.
He briefly turned back to the bar and lifted his water. As he sipped from his glass, he glanced at Hawke again; she was leaning her elbows on the bar and giggling with a pair of businessmen.
âPuppy eyes.â
He turned and met Piperâs shrewd amber gaze. âWhat was that?â
âPuppy eyes,â she repeated. âThatâs what Merrill would call your face right now.â Her eyebrows were lifted and her lips were pursed; her expression was the definition of unimpressed.
Fenris frowned and turned away. âThere are no puppy eyes.â
Piper snorted. She leaned over the bar and stared at the side of his face. âThis would be cute if we were all sixteen. News flash: weâre not. Weâre all fucking adults.â
Fenris refused to look at her. He restlessly ran his thumb across his phone. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYes you do,â Piper retorted. For a long moment, she stared fixedly at him as though he was a bizarre piece of art, then straightened up and wafted away.
Fenris scowled at her slender back, then replaced his glass of water on the bar and went to sit by the door of the Hanged Man. Only one bouncer was needed on Tuesdays to monitor the inside the pub, but Fenris couldnât help but wish he could sit outside today.
An agonizing few hours later, after the waitstaff had cleaned up and gone home, Fenris made his way to the bar while Piper and Hawke were starting to lay out the cash. But before he could say goodnight, Piper raised her eyebrows at him.
âI have to leave early,â she said.
Hawkeâs head whipped up at her words. âWhat? Since when?â
âSince two hours ago,â Piper said pertly. âCullen got off work early tonight, so guess who else will be getting off early?â She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Hawke groaned and rolled her eyes. âWow. That was a stretch, even for you.â
Piper snickered and bumped Hawkeâs hip. âIt was clever and you know it.â She smiled as Hawke chuckled, then turned back to Fenris. âCan you help Hawke to count the cash?â
Fenris tensed, and Hawkeâs grin immediately slid away. âWhat? No! I can do it on my own-â
Piper flapped her hands. âNo, Fenris can help.â She looked at him. âI asked Varric already, heâs paying you for an extra hour. That works out for everyone, right?â Piperâs tone was light and friendly, but her eyes were like daggers on his face.
He clenched his jaw and gave her a hard stare, but her strong chin was belligerently lifted, and⌠well, the whole point of being here was the money. If he was being paid for an extra hourâŚ
He turned his gaze to Hawke. âIâll help. Tell me what to do, and it is done.â
Hawke stared at him for a second, then smiled tightly and shoved a pile of twenties toward him. âFine. I hope you can do math.â
He frowned slightly. âOf course I can.â He sat on a bar stool across from her and lifted the pile of bills.
âGood,â Hawke said. âBecause I canât. Pipes is the brains of this operation.â
Piper laughed. âNice try, bitch. Youâre brilliant too.â She checked her phone, then hitched her purse onto her shoulder and waved at them. âCullenâs just outside. Have a good night!â
âBye. I hate you,â Hawke called to her departing back.
âLove you too!â Piper chirped, and then she was gone, leaving Fenris and Hawke alone.
Hawke stared blankly at him for a second, then shot him an alarmingly bright smile. âWho wants a drink?â She turned away and grabbed a lower-shelf bottle of tequila, then pulled out two shot glasses.
âOh. Er - perhaps just one-â Fenris said dumbly, but Hawke was already pouring him a shot.
The pushed the tiny glass of tequila across the bar to him, then poured one for herself and immediately drank it. âWant a piece of peach with that?â she asked. âPiper calls it Fenâharelâs Fuzzy Cock. Well, she does when we add some lime juice to it. Three ingredients makes it a cocktail.â She winked at him as she poured herself a second shot.
âNo,â Fenris said. âNo peach is necessary.â He downed the shot and winced at the harsh burn of cheap liquor, then began counting the stack of twenties.
Hawke chattered the entire time they were counting the cash. Fenris listened as she complained about her favourite food stand in Lowtown closing last week and an outlandish anime sheâd just finished watching and how she was planning a trip to Rivain in a couple of months. He watched with no small amount of wonder as she managed to swiftly count the cash and write the amounts on a spreadsheet while simultaneously talking and pouring them shot after shot of tequila.
By the time the task was almost done, Fenris was feeling a little hazy from the drinks, and he wasnât sure how helpful he had ultimately been. âYou may want to check this,â he confessed as he pushed a pile of dimes toward her. âI counted twenty-three, but I⌠I may have miscounted.â
She grinned at him. Her coppery eyes were brilliant from the booze. âSome helper you are,â she teased. She quickly counted the coins again, her face briefly furrowing into a frown as she counted them, then gave him a satisfied smile. âYouâre good,â she said, and she wrote the amount on her spreadsheet, then began to tally it all up with a calculator.
Fenris watched her as she worked. She hummed to herself as she tapped in the numbers, some song that was vaguely familiar to him from earlier that night. Her face was peaceful and her tiny smile was sweet, andâŚ
Venhedis, he wished his life really were this simple. If only he really was just a man working at a pub with a beautiful woman who hummed happy songs while she counted the cash. But this kind of simplicity, of uncomplicated peace and quiet⌠This was as foreign to Fenris as his native language was to her, and there was no point pining for something so bright when all his future held was blood.
She looked up from her spreadsheet and tapped at the computer over the till, then punched her fist in the air. âYesss. Counted the cash while drunk. Pipes and Varric will be so proud! Or horrified. I canât decide.â She grinned at him, but her smile froze when she met his eyes.
He stared at her, unable to breathe and unable to look away from her stricken expression. Then she dropped her eyes and began replacing the cash into the drawer. âFenris, can you put the bigger bills into that envelope, weâll lock it up separately in the safe-â
He reached out and took her hand. âHawke,â he blurted, âI⌠I am sorry.â
Her hands went still, and her eyes darted back to his face. âSorry for what?â she said faintly.
He hesitated as he realized that he wasnât entirely sure what to apologize for. He hadnât forced Hawke to talk to him, after all. Sheâd flirted with him and garnered his unwavering attention without any particular encouragement from him. He hadnât asked her to be his friend. He hadnât asked her to become the first person heâd trusted in a very long time. If he was sorry for anything, it was that heâd indulged her incessant attempts at conversation and gotten them both into this uncomfortable position in the first place. Â
But he couldnât tell her that, not without explaining why they couldnât be⌠whatever she clearly wanted this to be. Finally he settled on a cheap diversion. âYouâre a beautiful woman. Is there no one else who has your attention?â
Her eyebrows leapt high on her forehead, and she smiled. âIâm sorry, I didnât quite catch that first part.â
He gave her a chiding look. âIâm a Tevinter gangster with yearsâ worth of blood on my hands,â he said bluntly. âNone of those things bother you?â
She turned her hand in his grip and squeezed his fingers. âYouâre not a gangster anymore,â she said.
A wriggle of guilt burrowed into Fenrisâs belly, but Hawke wasnât finished. âBesides, if I was interested in anyone else, Iâd be with them. Iâm only interested in you.â
He stared at her with growing puzzlement. âWhy?â he said hoarsely. Now that he thought about it, he genuinely wasnât sure why she was so drawn to him. He wasnât even particularly nice to her. Kaffas, heâd been a downright ass the last time heâd seen her, and purposely so.
She raised an eyebrow and smiled slowly at him. âWhat, you want me to list all the reasons?â
With horror, he realized that it indeed sounded like heâd been soliciting compliments. âNo,â he said hastily, but it was too late; she was already pouring more shots and talking.
âYouâre smart. Youâre funny when youâre in the mood. When youâre not in the mood, your angry face makes me want to rip my clothes off. IâŚâ She trailed off and ran a hand through her tufty hair. âYou get me, Fenris. Or I thought you did.â She downed the shot and poured herself another. âIt also doesnât hurt that youâre fucking gorgeous.â She tilted her head. âWhy are you asking me this? Do you like me?â
With a slightly shaking hand, he gulped the shot sheâd poured, then watched as she filled his glass again. âThat is not the issue,â he hedged. âWhether I like you or not is irrel-â
She bluntly cut him off. âItâs a simple question, Fenris,â she said. âDo you like me, or donât you? I canât tell, you see. I need you to break it down for me like the idiot that I am.â
He shook his head in growing exasperation. This was not where heâd meant this conversation to go. Where⌠where had he meant this conversation to go? He couldnât quite remember.
He lifted the shot glass to his lips. âWe shouldnât be together,â he insisted, then downed the shot.
She frowned, then placed her glass on the bar with a clatter and poured two more. âI told you stuff about me that no one else knows. And I thought⌠I thought it was the same for you. Was I wrong?â
âN-no,â Fenris said. He was feeling increasingly agitated. He was starting to get the distinct sense that he was being interrogated; ironic, since he was the one who had clumsily started this conversation.
âThen whatâs the problem?â she asked. âDo do you like me or not? Thatâs all that-â
âYes,â he finally snapped. âYes, I do, all right? I like you, Hawke. I think about you, and⌠in fact, Iâve been able to think of little else.â He snatched the shot from the bar and gulped it in one big swallow, then slammed the glass on the bar and glared at her.
Her mouth had dropped into a comical little âoâ. Fenris dragged a hand through his hair. âWhy are you staring at me like that?â he demanded.
Her expression slowly lifted into a brilliant smile. âI didnât expect you to say âyesâ,â she said. Then she burst into laughter.
Fenris planted one elbow on the bar and pointed at her accusingly. âYou see? This - your - you laugh like this and it⌠You drive me mad with your incessant flirting and your laughing and that macabre little dress of yours with the skulls-â
âOh, that dress,â she drawled. Her voice was vibrant with mirth, like laughter smoothed and curled into speech. âYou liked that dress, did you?â
âIâŚâ He buried his spinning head in his hands, then scowled at her again. âI wanted to peel it off and watch it pooling around your feet,â he growled.
Her eyes widened, and Fenris watched with a nearly-vindictive rush of satisfaction as her cheeks turned pink. âWell, fuck me sideways,â she breathed.
Her evocative curse painted a brilliant picture in his mind: Hawke naked and sweaty, stretched on her side while he slid up behind her and stroked the inside of her thigh⌠Â
A roar of heat blazed through his chest from throat to groin, and he dragged in a heavy breath. His eyes were fixed on her lips, her plump and parted lips, and suddenly it felt like he couldnât catch his breath, not even if he was panting for it.
Then Hawke lunged toward him and hooked her hand around the back of his neck, and before he could do more than gasp in surprise, she was kissing him.
Hawke was kissing him. Hawkeâs lips, her fingers on his neck, it was⌠she was⌠Â
The next thing he knew, he was on his feet with one hand gripping her short dark hair as he leaned over the bar and kissed her back, and she was whimpering against his lips like the wanton little thing she was. There was a faint clatter of coins as she splayed her palm on the bar - the bar, the fucking blasted bar that stood between them, separating them and stopping them from doing something stupid-
She petted his neck and released a tiny sob of want when he nipped her lower lip. âFenris,â she begged. âI want - IâŚâ
âCome here,â he breathed. This was a foolish thing to do, an act of complete idiocy, but Fenris couldnât stop: he was drunk on her, intoxicated by the reddened look of her lips and the taste of tequila on her tongue and the sheer shining joy in her eyes, and he wanted this more than heâd ever wanted anything in his cursed life.
Hawke smiled against his lips, then pushed away from the bar and hefted herself onto its surface, and Fenris gaped at her as she clumsily scrambled over the bar and onto her feet beside him.
She grabbed the lapels of his jacket. âNow, where were we?â
He didnât waste his breath replying. He dragged her against his body and slid his thigh between her legs, then swallowed her rapturous cry with another kiss.
She slid her tongue against his own, then broke away with a moan as he slipped his fingers into her loose camisole and up along her ribs. âFucking Makerâs balls,â she whined, then she gasped and thrust her hips against his leg as he snuck his fingers under her bra and pinched her nipple.
He breathed hard as he palmed her pert little breast. His body was thrumming, heavy and pulsing with the strength of his need for her, and he hadnât felt this way in years. He hadnât wanted this in years, not since heâd had the tattoos branded on his skin. The tattoos represented so many layers of resistance, of pain and emptiness and regret. Especially since leaving Tevinter, Fenris hadnât wanted to be seen with these metaphorical scars staining his skin.
But in this moment, he would strip himself bare in the space of a second if it meant Hawke would strip herself as well.
He carefully licked her lower lip. âLetâs leave,â he whispered.
She pressed her lips together, then gasped again as he pinched her nipple harder. âOh fuck,â she whined. âI⌠Fenris, we have to lock up the cash, I canât justâŚâ
He growled in frustration, and she laughed breathily. âYou making that sound does not make this easier for me,â she panted. She pushed gently at his chest.
He reluctantly allowed her to step away, then penned her between his body and the bar. âA renegade with a work ethic?â he whispered in her ear.
She shivered prettily, and her hands were clumsy as she collected the cash. âExactly,â she replied. âNever let it be said that I shirked my duties to this lovable dump.â She shoved the bigger bills into an envelope and replaced the remaining money in the drawer, then picked it all up and shifted away from him. âIâll be super quick, I promise.â
He allowed her to move away, then shamelessly watched as she hurried to Varricâs office and let herself inside. While Hawke locked up the cash in Varricâs safe, Fenris pulled up his hood and wandered restlessly toward the door.
This was a bad idea, and he knew it. It was stupid and irresponsible, and he suspected that he was going to regret it tomorrow, but it just felt so fucking right. The lingering feeling of Hawkeâs hands on his skin, stroking his neck and pressing against his chest - it warmed and riled him the more he thought about it. He thought about her lips and the sharp taste of her tongue, and it was so fucking wrong and selfish and unfair, and he was powerless to stop.
The distinct click of a lock caught his attention. He turned to see Hawke hurrying toward him with her phone in her hand. âI called an Uber,â she said. âItâll be here in two minutes.â
Two minutes. He had two minutes to do the right thing. To tell her this was a mistake, that he was a complete and utter ass whose only legacy was a trail of bodies and blood and death, and that she should write him off altogether⌠Â
She slid her palms along his abs and lifted herself on her toes. âKiss me while we wait,â she whispered.
He instinctively gripped her hips as she leaned into his chest. âYouâre very demanding,â he said.
âOf course I am. This is everything I wanted,â she retorted. She bit her lip, and her gaze drifted up to his eyes. âYouâre all I think about, too,â she murmured.
And just like that, Fenris was sunk. His resistance and his reasons were gone, obliterated by the woman in his arms, and in the muddled mess of his sex-scrambled mind, he couldnât bring himself to care.
In this moment, all he cared about was her: the charming and infuriating woman in his arms, with all her merriness and her melancholy. And for tonight, Fenris was hers.
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Smokey brand Movie Reviews: Run it Back
Iâve been trying to watch Tenet for months. 2020 has f*cked up me entire movie viewing experience, even though it never had to get this bad. I live in the US and my government is sh*t so weâve had to deal with this bullsh*t for a full year. Iâve sat back and watched whole ass countries reopen while we are going into another nation wide lock down because idiots refuse to sacrifice even a little bit for us to get out of this goddamn hole but, i digress. This isnât a rant about the political situation in my sh*thole country, itâs a review of Tenet. Long story short, i finally have an opportunity to check this thing out. I was looking mad forward to the theater experience with this one because Nolan is a master at that but, instead, I'll have to settle for m home theater experience.
The Good
Christopher Nolan is back at it again, giving us spectacle and substance at the same damn time. I love this dudeâs work. Itâs always gorgeous and cerebral and engaging. I mean, he elevated Batman to high art, are you kidding me? Tenet is no different. This film is one of his best. He takes another high concept, grounds it for laymen, and does spectacular sh*t with it. Bro, give this man a Bond film already because thatâs what this is, only laced with tat same energy he instilled within Inception and The Prestige.
The editing in this movie must have been a herculean task to accomplish but accomplish it they did. Itâs devastatingly phenomenal with all of the reversed shots and slighted perspectives you see on screen. I am in awe of the precision it took to make this movie happen. Obviously, it is a real visual feast but the machinations behind the scenes to make everything so goddamn seamless are disgustingly, unabashedly, brilliant. If Nolan doesnât get an Oscar nod for this sh*t, thereâs no justice in the world. It really is a technical marvel.
I touched on this a little before but this movie is f*cking gorgeous. The set pieces are breathtaking, the aesthetic is lovely, and the shot composition is pristine. Some of this cinematographer can legit be framed and hung in a museum of fine art.
And to keep the gushing going, this sound design is f*cking chef kiss level. I said Nolan is a master at his craft and that come through, one hundred percent, with the mixing in this movie. Itâs more than just the soundtrack or score, but literally everything. In order for this film to work, he had to meticulously go through and navigate every noise in this film. I donât understand how Nolan can be so precise with his vision but i am SO glad that he is.
This is the most action i have ever seen in a Nolan film and itâs legitimately some of the best. Sh*t is profound, visceral, and brutal. It borders on Daniel Craig James Bond barbarous and i loved it all. Itâs such a juxtaposition from the suave, smooth, aesthetic of the film. I mean, Protagonist literally cheese grates the side of a dudeâs face and walks away like itâs nothing Iâve never seen sh*t so goddamn vicious.
I just really needed to circle back around to this but these set pieces are f*cking extravagant as a motherf*cker. There is one in this flick that tops the plane heist in The Dark Knight Returns. Itâs whole ass miraculous to see and i lament i couldnât see it how it was designed to be properly seen. Nolanâs demand for practical effects always delivers brilliant spectacle.
I love this plot. I love the mechanics and the theories at play here. Iâm a theoretical physics geek so i live for these existential shenanigans. Itâs one of the reasons Inception is one of my favorite films and itâs definitely the reason this one is climbing that list as i watch it in real time. The plot, itself, is textbook spy heist stuff; Fate of the world, mad scientist villainy, ticking clock, mcguffin, etc. However, the theories therein uplift the material and make that mundane plot, so much more.
Okay. So, with the praise of the technical brilliance of this film out of the way, i can finally get into the performances and the cast. Of course Nolan mainstay, Sir Michael Caine, makes another memorable cameo as Sir Michael Crosby. Another interesting addition was Himesh Patel of Eastenders fame. He plays Mahir, a fixer; Another staple of these types of Nolan films. Other notable cast members include Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Clemence Posey, Dimple Kapadia, and Yuri Kolokolnikov. Even Fiona Dourif has a role to play in this flick. Chuckyâs daughter is in a Nolan film and i am absolutely shook about it! Everyone delivers their performances with gusto, even when there isnât much of a character on the page to realize. Now to get into the standouts, for better or worse.
John David Washington is f*cking exceptional in this flick, man. Itâs a little jarring hearing him speak sometimes, i keep hearing his pops, but dude delivers like his dad onscreen, too. This is a star-turning vehicle for Washington and he deserves all of the shine. his Protagonist is amazing to see onscreen and can give ever cinematic spy, from Bourne to Bond, a proper run for their money. Washingtonâs swagger and poise make this character one of the best in Nolanâs filmography. JDW is fast building one helluva body of work. Monsters and Men, Ballers, and BlacKkKlansman, and now this? Itâs only a matter of time before JDW is the acronym on top of all the best scripts, all the awards. Dude is primed to blow the f*ck up and Tenet is a massive opening salvo of a career, i suspect, which will be as grand as his fatherâs body of work.
Robert Pattinson continues to prove he is one of the best of his generation, however ridiculous it is to actually work with him. his Handler character, Neil, kind of steals all of the scenes. Dude is witty, calculating, and mad aloof but never a bore. Pattinson delivers this performance with a smarm that feels slathered on in heaps but is just too decadent to ignore. He reminds me a lot of Hardyâs Eames from Inception and thatâs high praise. Eames was my favorite character in that flick. Itâs been a banner year for old Patts. The Batman his limping along, Tenet is a masterpiece, The Lighthouse was inspired, and he was disgustingly horrid in The Devil All the Time. Dare i say, olâ BatPats becoming one of my favorites working today.
God, Elizabeth Debicki is great in this role but there simple isnât enough to properly sustain her talents. Her Kat Barton is so goddamn thin, itâs painful because i know Debicki is great at her job. Sheâs shown her brilliance countless times, almost always uplifting her roles, even if the content is abject sh*t. The Cloverfield Paradox is a great example of that. This isnât her fault. Nolan is terrible at writing women but, just once, if he could actually create a female lead with a bit off agency, i wished it would have been for this film. Debicki deserves so much better but, even with this paper thin caricature sheâs been giving, she uplifts the material and works magic with the scraps.
The Bad
Kenneth Branagh as the antagonist, Andrei Sator, is a little cartoonish for the tone of this film. Branagh always kind of overacts like this in most of his appearances so you have to take it with a grain of salt but, in order to really come across as sinister like they want you to believe this dude is, someone else should have played this role. He does an admirable job but the character was just realize pitch. I can see Javier Bardem or Mads Mikkelsen killing totally this sh*t
Nolan continues to shortchange his female characters. He is the worst at writing chicks, man, i swear. Itâs a shame, really, because everything else around them is always so interesting. Itâs one of dudeâs few flaws as a storyteller and itâs my biggest gripe with his craft. The machinations of Tenet are so intriguing but poor Elizabeth Debicki doesnât even get to really play in that world. She definitely works with what she has but, ultimately, her character is mad flaccid and itâs a crying shame.
This isnât a knock on the film at all but the fact i had to watch it on a regular ass television, however large and 4K that is, just ainât the same. Nolan films are meant to be seen on the biggest screen possible, at least at first. I hope to god this thing gets a re-release when this COVID sh*t blows over.
The Verdict
I loved Tenet. Loved it. I loved the concept going in but actually seeing it, finally experiencing it, and i am hooked. Itâs a stunning f*cking film and Nolan pulled out all of the stops. His writing, direction, and overall vision to put this jigsaw of  movie together is absolutely profound. Even with all of this on his plate, he Nolan was able to articulate this to one of his best casts and two of his strongest leads. John David Washington and Robert Pattinson come through and kill this sh*t. This movie would not work without these two cats. Seriously, JDW was to be a star after this, and he still might be, even if this thing didnât get the theatrical release it absolutely needs and deserves. BatPats did his thing and killed another performance, further proving heâs a real actor and not some flash-in-the-pan, sparkling, vampire. Even the supporting cast comes through and delivers outstanding performances. Nolan uses every bit of this two and a half hour run time to deliver a heart-pounding spectacle of espionage and intrigue, rivaling the very best modern Bond films. The only issue i have with this thing is the usual Nolan issue; Bad female characters. Dude canât write a woman to save his goddamn life. Also, the main antagonist is a bit weak. He's a little too Goldmember when he probably should have been more Goldfinger. Tenet is the best goddamn film I've seen all year and i wish, more than anything, i could have seen this thing in a proper theater It would have been quite the experience.
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I am not alone. You are not alone. 9.18.17.
Ever since I was a little girl I've pictured a life for myself... One that resembled the life I was given. (Unfortunately for me, I was the spoiled youngest child of an upper middle class family, haha - talk about a reality check as a millennial living in expensive southern california!) That picture has changed as I have grown as a person, but it never strayed too far from the lives of everyone I've been surrounded by throughout life so far... I pictured my 25 year old self to be married (check!), travel often, with children that look like tiny adorable versions of us, a modern farmhouse, pretty flowing beach hair, a successful photography business, a lifestyle blog and the physical ability to care for the aforementioned list... I pictured myself having the strength and energy to lift my babies into my arms, to sew the cutest linen clothes for them, to teach them how to grow their own food on our homestead, and to build healthy and meaningful lives with their tiny growing hands. I picture myself pursuing my portrait photography business again. Creating fine art prints in my own studio that would create photos that remind parents why they get up in the morning. Making art that takes a mother's breath away when she sees it on her wall each morning and makes her feel things. Makes her grateful. I want my life to consist of working with my hands... showing up, living. Lately those things are pretty hard for me to do (show up and live, I mean).
"Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he said to me, âMy grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.â Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong." -2 Corinthians 12:8-10
The days are growing longer. I am weary. I don't want to complain, I am not angry with God. I know He has me here for a reason, He has my women's bible study going through the book of James this semester and I know that's no coincidence. I want to paint a picture for you what a day in my life looks like. NOT for your sympathy. NOT for your recognition or praises. FOR you. FOR you to be thankful for each little gift you've been given that you might be completely unaware of and are possibly wasting. (Like I did, before all of this) OR maybe this is for you, just to know that you're not the only one who's life isn't as cute and perfect as the  (probably insecure and depressed) people you follow on instagram! YOU ARE NOT ALONE. And neither am I. And with that said, I'm actively making an effort to be aware of MY gifts too. Life has been very hard so far, but I still have good things. And you do too. Let's not waste them by letting Satan distract our attention away from God's goodness.
In 2010, when I was diagnosed with aggressive leukemia at 19, I thought life was really hard. And it was... but honestly, when I look back at those three formative years that were taken captive by chemo, that was actually easier than dealing with my Chronic Graft vs Host Disease today. That season of cancer was preparing me for this... This slow...and steady... endurance.
It seems like each morning I wake up with new symptoms, each more scary and with more potential to be life threatening than the one before... I have no idea what my life will look like next month, or next year, or in 10 years if the Lord still has me living on this earth. Will I eventually need to be in a wheelchair from how this GVHD is effecting my muscles, and bones? Or carry around with me a supplemental oxygen tank for GVHD of the lungs? Will I need dentures from gum disease and tooth decay that this GVHD of the mouth has given me? Don't even get me started on the ramifications if any of those one things happened... let alone all of them. The emotional toll of living life in extreme dependence of God and everyone around me... The stress that would put on Caleb to live like that?? The potential.. the anxious thought and fear keeps me in prayer.without.ceasing. I'm learning, unfortunately, that those things do happen to some people with GVHD. Not everyone, but some! It's moving in that direction for me more than I expected (I didn't expect it at all. I expected the pretty picture that I painted for you earlier)... and I already know that if I don't continue doing physical therapy stretches on my mouth throughout the day I will lose the ability to speak and eat without a feeding tube.
I'm overwhelmed and out of breath (literally on the couch gasping for as I type this in "notes" on my iPhone... this symptom is new) I'm thankful to have the strength to attend church, but I miss being able to see my friends off in the distance, to hurry to them and to hug them without any physical struggle holding me back. I miss being able to smile at strangers and acquaintances without hesitating. Because of GVHD of the mucous membrane (that's the inside skin/all openings including the mouth/gums) I haven't been able to eat a normal meal without difficulty since June. And I haven't had a flavorful, spicy meal in 2 years. I'll likely need gum surgery and at least one tooth removed in the next few months, and I'm only less than 2 years past my transplant And that's only the mouth.. I also have this GVHD blister on my lip that won't go away, it's been there for two months and sometimes it will crack and randomly gushes blood a few times a day and hurts to the point of forming tears... Which can get awkward when you're by yourself at Trader Joe's! That's the only visible issue I think. But you know what, actually... it's happened enough times in the last two months that I'm kind of used to being more confidently transparent with strangers. Which I feel like has been helpful, to be honest about the struggle in a lighthearted way. It normalizes trials. (Hey! #normalizetrials! I'm joking but did I just make up a thing?! đ except I feel that we should add "with joy" because otherwise that hashtag would become a toxic tunnel of self absorbed whiners. #normalizetrialswithjoy, there we go!) Because life is hard for everyone. Not just me, not just orphans in Africa, not just foster kids, not just the wealthy people in the world who can't buy their happiness, and not just you, whoever you are and whatever burden you're bearing (or about to bear).
If the peace and joy that I have that only comes from The One True God, can point someone (anyone) who feels lost towards having this same hope and joy for themselves, well then... this very long (and possibly permanent) season of suffering would be worth it for me. I do miss kissing Caleb though. If you're a prayer, can you pray that my lip heals so I can kiss him again!? It's not a silly prayer. Kisses matter. đ
Caleb and I started reading Randy Alcorn's Heaven this week and it has ministered to my soul in such a sweet way, and I had this realization...
I may never be a mother...
I may never be healthy again...
I may never have the life that I expected God to give me...
I may never live to be 30... or 40... or 50...
(or maybe those never's may never happen!)
And God is still GOOD?
God is still Good.
Earlier this week... I wanted to die---(Ok, ok I'm sorry to be dramatic! Correction: Heaven sounds really *incredible* and chronic pain really *isn't*.) After reading and speculating about heaven, and after a very long and painful day, I prayed that God would either heal me or take me home. I begged him not to give me a life of long-suffering at the extreme of others with cGVHD that I've seen. I prayed it as I sobbed uncontrollably in my bed, muffling my tears in my pillow, hoping I wouldn't wake Caleb (who was waking up at 4am that particular morning.) I prayed it over and over for hours. For nights on end. Life has been painful and physically exhausting which is emotionally exhausting. It is physically difficult to move my muscles to get out of bed. To move from my room to the kitchen and to go to the bathroom. It hurts to sit and it hurts to stand and it hurts to walk. I am only comfortable in one position, and that is when I'm laying on the couch sitting up with my legs relaxed in front of me. With my cute ferocious little pomeranian, Danger happily snuggling on my lap. I thought that I would start to feel better as time went on after my cancer treatment, but this past year or so I seem to only feel worse... I'm doing everything humanly possible to improve my quality of life and ability to function... and though my efforts may be toning down many symptoms, it's still hard to function.
And THEN I read Hebrews 12:1-2 "Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. "
My health is a heavy WEIGHT that I carry around on my back. My sin CLINGS SO CLOSELY like an annoying fly that lingers by my food on a hot summer's day. That sin tempts me to want to throw in the towel. But Jesus WEPT in that garden the night before He was crucified. He SUFFERED. He asked God (with willingness and submission) to take that cup from Him, and I'll continue to ask God (with willingness and submission) to take this cup from me. And Jesus still died on that cross even though He didn't want to endure that. He still gave God honor and glory as He endured that trial that He didn't enjoy. And because of that devastating experience that Christ endured because of MY SIN... I have hope of eternal LIFE. So who am I to just give up on this life and these hard things that God has allowed me to endure, because I'm uncomfortable and in pain? I know I'm not the only one out there whoâs in pain. But am I the only one out there whoâs in this much pain, yet has this much hope? I hope not...Â
If Jesus Christ can walk on this earth perfectly and suffer the ultimate long, painful, blood curdling pain SO THAT I HAVE THE OPTION to choose hope over this meaningless, sin-filled, cesspool crap-town of a depressing world, then I refuse to disrespect His name by giving up the hope that He paid for me with His own blood. Jesus didn't die so that I could live a comfortable life on earth, too preoccupied with all the pretty things to need Him. So that I could throw a tantrum when things didn't go my way. He died because He loved me (even though I didn't do anything to deserve it). So the LEAST I can do is endure through this hard life for His sake, like He did for me out of His pure undeserved love. Except I'm not capable of doing it perfectly like He did. So He did it perfectly for me. Then died in the most brutal, slow and painful way ever. Then He conquered death by resurrecting like it was prophesied thousands of years prior. It's pretty cool! And He's coming back soon. And I am so ready for it.
So if you'd like to pray, please pray for my health and for my heart. And for my sweet husband who never stops dying to himself for me (even without stomping his feet or slamming the door or rolling his eyes) and for everyone else he comes into contact with.
MORE SPECIFIC HEALTH PRAYER:
I started a brand new medication last month, it's the first official FDA approved medication for Chronic Graft vs Host disease, it was prescribed to me a few days after being approved last month. It's so new that there's really hardly any research done about it, not even any contraindications known if you google it. IF it's going to work for me, it'll start to kick in within the next week or two. If it works, it hypothetically would help ALL of my cGVHD symptoms Lord willing for as long as possible. And If it doesn't, the rest of my life will likely consist of chronic pain, fatigue and lots of endurance. And growth. And regardless, even still: God's goodness. As I'm writing this I'm laying on the couch with my adorable fluffy puppy snuggling in my lap, having trouble breathing and feel dizzy, but I'm comfortable. It's hard to even focus on writing and articulating thoughts when I feel this way, but I need to get them out. I need you, whoever you are to know exactly what gifts you've been given and to take the time to appreciate them. Or to know that you're not alone in your pains, but press on! Lets normalize trials with joy and be honest with others. Let's not minimize other people's pain. Your pain isn't invalid just because it's different then mine. â¤ď¸
My sister reminded me today of Joni Erickson Tada. What a light she has been to so many... and I can only imagine that she probably had those dreams as a girl like I have and do. And God had a different plan for her... and she is so beautiful, so whole. Full of so much joy. I am no comparison to someone like Joni and all she's endured with such grace... but what we have in common is that our lives have not gone according to our plans, our lives have not been comfortable and they have been filled with physical and emotional pain. But we both have hope in so much more than our physical comfort. We have hope in the gospel.
This is what I'm preaching to myself:
ALL OF JAMES 1 ALL THE TIME
2 Corinthians 12:8-10 From Paul, who went through way more pain and persecution and trials than my tiny brain can ever comprehend. "Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he said to me, âMy grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.â Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong."
Hebrews 12:7-11 "It is for discipline that you have to endure. God is treating you as sons. For what son is there whom his father does not discipline? If you are left without discipline, in which all have participated, then you are illegitimate children and not sons. Besides this, we have had earthly fathers who disciplined us and we respected them. Shall we not much more be subject to the Father of spirits and live? For they disciplined us for a short time as it seemed best to them, but he disciplines us for our good, that we may share his holiness. For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it."
So in light of that Heavenly Father's disciplining love...
"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord." -Romans 8:35, 38-39
âFor God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God. And this is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil. For everyone who does wicked things hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his works should be exposed. But whoever does what is true comes to the light, so that it may be clearly seen that his works have been carried out in God.â -John 3:16-21Â
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Types of Teachers Masterpost
*squeals* first masterpost yay! And if you canât already tell, this particular masterpost is about dealing with your teachers. When you click with them, your teachers can be some of the most helpful people on the planet. But if youâre struggling with a teacher thatâs mean, irritable, incompetent, or unhelpful, this post will hopefully help you handle them. Note that some teachers can be combinations of the types below.Â
Alright, letâs begin!
Speed Racer: This teacher is fast. Really fast. They cover all their material like it is an Olympic sprinting contest. No daydreaming permitted in this class-lost time will guarantee that youâll miss material. The pros? You definitely wonât get bored in this class, and this teacher definitely knows their stuff. The cons? Well, thereâs only one, really. If you donât work your butt off, youâre going to be left behind.Â
how do i handle?: take really good notes, especially if the class is something that youâre not naturally good at. form a study group with people who are both better at you in the class and worse at you in the class. if you can explain the material to each other, chances are you understand. donât be afraid to talk to your teacher after class and ask for clarification or extra practice. bring friends if possible as backup! if they see that you are committed to getting better at the subject they will be more willing to help you. do not complain about how hard the class is to your teacher, however. teachers like this cannot be swayed by whining, and it will not endear you to them. also, if youâre really struggling, donât feel pressured to pull a big fat a+, and drop the class if itâs becoming a strain on your mental health. work as hard as you can, but reasonably. there will be other classes. no need to beat yourself up over this one.Â
Preacher-Teacher: This teacher will often tell you that theyâre not here to teach you x subject, theyâre here to teach you âlife.â Generally, a middle-aged to elderly teacher. They are prone to long, painfully boring lectures, and one student making a mistake will often lead to the whole class getting a âlesson.â Favorite phrases include âback in my day.â A blowhard.Â
how do i handle?: realize that this teacher, for the most part, genuinely cares about you and the rest of the class. they may seem annoying or trite, but they are actually trying to help you, albeit somewhat ineffectually. if you get lectured, stay calm. know that this does come from a good place, but this person also likes to hear the sound of their own voice, so if you disrespect them (i.e. visibly ignoring their lectures, which they regard as gems of once-in-a-lifetime advice), they will only continue to lecture, only this time louder and angrier. stay polite, stay calm, and stay respectful, and you should never have a problem with this teacher.Â
Friendly Fire: This teacher is noted for their snarkiness and for making fun of their students. This is done jokingly, never maliciously, but their sarcastic wit can make you unclear where you really stand with them and when they are actually serious.Â
how do i handle?: honestly, just play it by ear. if this teacher is really mad at you, they will drop the sassy thing pretty fast. also, prepare to get embarrassed by this teacher if you are caught doing something stupid. if you are shy, donât be afraid of them, they will allow you to joke with them as long as you keep it reasonable. and if for whatever reason this teacher actually crosses the line with you, talk to them about it after class. just say, âhey mr./mrs/ms. so-and-so, i really donât like it when you joke about this thing. it kind of hurts my feelings because of x, and if you would just not do that in the future i would appreciate it a lot.â they will listen to you, because this teacherâs main goal is to be liked by their students. if something makes you uncomfortable, they will not do it.Â
Mockânâ Roll: Not to be confused with Friendly Fire. This teacher makes fun of students in a cruel or unpleasant way. It is clear that they are not joking when they say these things, and they will often cross the line between what is acceptable and what is not. Students are afraid to speak in class because they donât want to be targets.Â
how do i handle?: this teacher is a serious problem, especially if they make you feel unsafe. if this is an issue that you are having, talk to an administrator with other students. do not confront the teacher about their behavior. they are going to tell you you are being too sensitive, and chances are they will up the ante even more. if possible, get parents to complain as well. if enough people are upset with this behavior, the teacher will be forced to change, or at least there will be some oversight.Â
Big Ideas/No Ideas: This teacher is erratic and obsessive, switching things around often. Theyâve seen this cool idea on teacher Pinterest and theyâve decided that they absolutely must use it in their classroom. This is used for two weeks, then is dropped and replaced with another idea. The classroom looks like a paint bomb hit it. Art, group projects, sitting at tables or beanbags instead of desks, and other such clever concepts are the norm. Although the teacher longs to be perceived as fun, many students find the constant change of plans confusing and frustrating, and more work goes into redecorating the classroom then actually teaching anything.Â
how do i handle?: stay calm. donât let this teacherâs indecisiveness ruin your interest in studying this subject. if youâre serious about learning, study on your own or with friends who are like-minded. go along with the teacherâs style, but if they ever ask for feedback (which this type loves to do because they really want you to tell them how great their class is) give them honest, but respectful answers. say, for example, âi really liked it when we did x and y throughout the year, but iâm a little confused as to the point of z.â they probably wonât take your feedback, but on the off chance they do, itâs always good to say something. the good news is, this class is rarely too difficult because of this teacherâs loose style, so passing will probably not be a problem.Â
The Nitpicker: This teacher is really petty. They will deduct points from your work for incorrect headings, misspellings, you name it, if they can take points off for it, they will. Thinks their class is more important than any other. While their directions are always clear, having a different essay format can cost you nearly your entire grade. Excuses for late work or missing assignments are seldom accepted, and even then only in the most extenuating of circumstances.Â
how do i handle?: good news is, this teacher is so rule-oriented you can use this to your advantage. have a list of the rules on hand when you are doing their work, and triple-check everything after you are done to make sure you wonât lose points for something silly like forgetting your name. as stupid as it seems, these petty little rules are the teacherâs way of exerting control over you and your classmates. and if you rebel against them, your grade will suffer for it. better to just grin and bear it. also, it helps to have a planner so you can make sure you donât turn in anything late. and if you have a really serious circumstance that your teacher will not make allowances for, talk to administration.Â
BFF Teacher:Â This teacher wants to be seen as a friend to you and your classmates. They will often wear the same clothes that you and your friends are wearing, with interesting results. They will use your slang, and may even want to gossip about other students. May follow you on social media. A little creepy, but more just pathetic.Â
how do i handle?: as cringe-worthy as they are, these kinds of teachers are just desperate for you to like them. be polite, but you donât have to follow them on instagram or snapchat if it makes you feel uncomfortable. itâs nice to have some boundaries.Â
If Youâre Not on the Team Donât Talk To Me: This teacher is a coach or mentor of some kind. Whatever activity they sponsor is their life, so much so that they may neglect their teaching duties in favor of the team. Meanwhile, kids on the team who are also in the class get special benefits, and they may offer extra credit to non-team members for helping them manage the team (giving money to the team, buying team shirts, etc.)Â
how do i handle?: this situation is frustrating, but donât feel like you have to be on the team to survive this teacher. of course, join the team if itâs something youâre really into, but donât just join to get an in with the teacher. chances are you will be miserable. remember, there are more important things in life than being one of this teacherâs favorites.Â
The Cult of the Sun King: If your school has one of these teachers, you probably know exactly who Iâm describing without reading the description. For the rest of you, this is a teacher who has a small, but loyal following of students. Think favoritism on an extreme level. If you get on this teacherâs good side, the class will be easy, but if you make a poor first impression you are doomed for the rest of the year. The class will be legendarily demanding and probably take up much of your time. You will be warned by older students not to take it, and if you do, that you will fail.Â
how do i handle?: if you are in this class, try to stay on their good side. do your work and be respectful and polite. however, donât feel the need to smarm up to the teacher like some of their following will. you donât have to buy them snacks or gush over every lesson. fakery makes no friends, and the other students will see through it. the class is probably not as hard as people tell you it is, but probably will be challenging. if the class is unreasonably demanding (i.e. forcing you to stay up until four in the morning doing lab reports) or takes up time youâd rather use to do other things, drop it. you donât need that kind of stress in your life.Â
Emotional Pendulum: This teacher is, for whatever reason, a hot mess. They will end up telling you way too much about their personal life, and they will be notorious for breaking down in tears or yelling at students over small offenses. They are dramatic, and they will take actions by one student as indicative of the behavior of the whole class. See the class as confidants. Inconsistent and fickle.Â
how do i handle?: keep your head down and do your work. accept that you cannot control the behavior of this teacher. do not attempt to argue or reason with them. this will only cause them to behave even more irrationally. donât get angry at them, however-this teacher clearly has some personal problems that you do not know everything about. if it gets to be too much, contact administration.Â
Grumpy Gus: This teacher will never be in a good mood. Nothing you can do will ever seem good enough, and there is nothing you can do to break them out of their funk. Has a low tolerance for jokes of any kind. Bonus-plays no favorites because they hate everyone equally.Â
how do i handle?: donât expect them to like you. even if youâve always been the teacherâs favorite. itâs not going to work, and theyâre going to mark you as a suck-up. conversely, donât goof around or try to be funny, as this teacher has the worldâs shortest fuse. however, you can count on this type to teach consistently. as long as you arenât looking for a friend, this teacher is easy enough to manage.Â
Politically Active: You know where exactly on the political spectrum this teacher falls because they make it very clear. Not only do they go out of their way to tell you their politics, their whole class is an indoctrination on why their politics are right and anyone who disagrees with them is stupid. Although they may say that they are an âindependent,â everyone in the class knows they are anything but. Usually a history or social studies teacher of some kind. May invite debate, but it is clear that students who disagree with them are immediately written off in their book.Â
how do i handle?: this can be hard, especially if your own politics are completely divergent from the teacherâs. even if you agree with the teacher, the blatant over-politicization of the class may be hard to take. just remember to think critically about everything they tell you and that there are at least two sides to every story. avoid debating this teacher, but if it is absolutely necessary, stick to your guns, but be respectful. you are entitled your own opinion, even if that puts you at odds with them.Â
Grade Games: This is not so much a teacher as a tactic. Essentially, the teacher in question will neglect to put in grades, avoid or be confrontational when asked about grades, and tell you that âgrades are not the only thing that are important.â As a result, you feel unsure whether to come forward with any questions about grades.Â
how do i handle?: all right, i had two of these lovelies last year and i can tell you it is not fun. in my experience, if you do care about your grade, you have to confront this teacher about it. itâs hard, itâs annoying, and it may lead them to dislike you, but this is better than having a poor grade in the class. bother them about putting grades in. ask to see your grades. if your school has an online gradebook that you can access, look at it frequently. they wonât like you, but theyâll at least be careful when grading your work.Â
Cell Phone Appreciation: These are certain teachers who have very little control over the class. Generally these are gym or health classes, but they can be core classes as well. Students will disrespect teachers like this because they are pushovers. As a result, everyone in class will be on their phones or doing work for other classes. The teacher is powerless to stop this.Â
how do i handle?: you canât make the teacher discipline these students, but if you want to get something out of the class, restrict your own screen time (even if other people arenât) and try to pay as much attention as you can. the teacher will appreciate you for it, and youâll see better grades than those who are horsing around.Â
The Comedian: Remember Michael from The Office? Remember how funny he thinks he is, but how un-funny/dorky/stupid he is in reality? Now dial that up to eleven and youâve got the Comedian. This teacher thinks that they are hilarious. In reality, nobody thinks that this teacher is funny and everyone thinks they are weird and trying too hard. Some people laugh to be polite, but most donât. Often this teacher is also a BFF Teacher.Â
how do i handle?: unfortunately, thereâs no easy fix for this one. you canât complain about them unless they joke about something that is really inappropriate, in which case they donât really fit into this category. for this one, youâre just going to have to go with it. donât be rude and burst this teacherâs bubble by telling them theyâre not funny. remember, you donât have to like them.Â
The Bigot: This teacher is overtly racist, sexist, or LBGTQI-phobic. They will make inappropriate jokes, encourage bigoted discourse, or single minority students out as targets. Some students may laugh or agree with them. Others will stew silently but be afraid to confront them.Â
how do i handle?: you donât have to say anything if you donât want to, especially if you donât want to be attacked. however, if it comes to a point where you feel like you absolutely must say something to this teacher, keep your cool. you want to seem like the reasonable one in this scenario. and it is a must that you report this behavior to your schoolâs administration.Â
The Perv: This is pretty much what it sounds like. Will put their hands on your shoulders or make comments about your clothes. May refer to students as âhot,â âcute,â etc. They will check the students out and make suggestive comments about them.Â
how do i handle?: do not confront this teacher about their behavior. they are a sexual predator who needs to be dealt with by administration. keep a log of everything creepy this teacher does so you will have evidence. also, the police should be contacted in an event that this is happening. remember, if enough people get involved this teacher will be removed.Â
tldr: dealing with teachers can be difficult, but if you stick to your principles, stay organized and on top of your work, and donât try to be a teacherâs pet, you should be fine. and if a teacher is making you feel unsafe, contact your schoolâs administration.Â
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Drew Barrymore: âI Came Out of the Wombâ Feeling Comfortable in My Own Shoes
Drew Barrymore signed on to be the face of Crocsâs âCome As You Areâ campaign because itâs âan optimistic brandâ and âuniversal,â she says. âMy kids wear Crocs. I wear Crocs. Itâs for the whole family.â (Photo: Crocs)
Drew Barrymore grew up in front of our eyes. Weâve followed her ups and downs, and downs and ups. Weâve marveled at her endlessly sunny disposition through it all.
The Santa Clarita Diet star, 42, is as effervescent as ever talking to Yahoo Celebrity about being the face of the new Crocs âCome As You Areâ campaign, which emphasizes being comfortable in your own shoes. Barrymore, who describes herself as âdefinitely a come as you are kind of person,â gushes about the brandâs âjoyful messageâ of âoptimism,â especially in a time when thereâs a âtremendous divideâ in the world politically.
Of course, we had to know if Barrymore could pinpoint the time she started to feel comfortable in her shoes â whether it was turning 40, becoming a mom, or, heck, dancing on David Lettermanâs desk at 20. It turns out she was born that way.
âIâve always been comfortable in my own shoes â ever since I was a kid,â Barrymore says. âIn some ways, itâs a curse to grow up with so much craziness around you,â referring of course to her much-documented parental woes and addiction issues. âOn the other hand, itâs such a blessing to grow up in an environment that is so encouraging of playfulness. I always felt as a kid that it was OK to be myself â even if my job was to play other people, which is sort of an oxymoron. I never had a 20 or midlife sort of like: Now I finally feel comfortable. For better or worse, I came out of the womb very [hums: nanananaaa]. Iâve always just been unable to be anything but myself.â
Drew âcame out of the wombâ feeling comfortable in her own shoes, she says. Sounds about right because here she is at 7 being a total ham on the âTonight Show Starring Johnny Carson.â (Photo: Getty Images)
But, seriously, with all the stuff thatâs happened in her life â most recently the end of her third marriage to Will Kopelman, with whom she has daughters Olive, 4, and Frankie, 2 â how does she remain so sunny? Commitment to the cause.
âI think that itâs a choice. Happiness is a choice,â  Barrymore says. âSome days Iâm just naturally magnetically pulled to it and some days I have to work harder on being happy.â But each day sheâs chasing that rainbow. âWhether itâs an easy choice you make, or you had to go through hell âŚÂ and it feels like a real struggle to get there ⌠every day presents a different level of how easy it is to attain or how much you have to fight for your happiness. But I think always having that goal is anything but whimsical or hippie-dippie. Itâs pleasurable for other people to be around. Youâre going to be happier inside of yourself. Happy is good!â
âHappiness is a choice,â a beaming Barrymore, pictured in September, says. âSome days you have to wrestle and throw down for it, but I think itâs the right battle.â (Photo: Getty Images)
Staying positive is especially challenging these days in light of the political climate, which the ad campaign points out. Barrymore, who was a Clinton supporter, says she tries to find the optimism wherever she can.
âI am very inspired to see everybody rallying as much as they are,â says Barrymore, who was at the Womenâs March in January, which left her feeling full of pride. âOut of a difficult times comes such amazing humanity and protesting and coming together and organizing, great music, great art. Heroes rise in this time. So, yes, I think that is what I go to.â
I love women. I live for my two daughters. And I am full of pride and unity with all women today.
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She continues, âI want to see what people are doing proactively. I think thatâs something that never sat right with me. If youâre not comfortable in your skin, if you donât like whatâs happening around you, donât stay stuck in it. Do something about it. Be proactive. Get on your feet and make a move. I think always putting one foot in front of the other will have at least the beginning of a momentum that will send you in some direction â and hopefully the right one. But staying stuck and idle is never a good choice.â
Drewâs younger daughter, Frankie, marched as well, on her dadâs shoulders, carrying a sign that memorably said, âI like unicorns and reproductive health care for all.â The actress is doing her best to make them aware about whatâs going on in the world, by showing an interest herself â and not being scared to discuss things with them in an age-appropriate way.
âKids see it everywhere, so you just try to speak to them about things that arenât going to completely scare them but invigorate them,â she says. âI never have the news on in my house, but my kids see me reading the New York Times every morning in my bed as weâre starting our day. I like that they know that Iâm interested in the news and whatâs going on. So thatâs a nice analog way to show them first thing in the day. I like going back to the old world of newspapers â I find them so romantic.â
Drew and her girls:Â
Weekend vibes on a windy beautiful day! Photo by dad!
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Barrymore describes herself as a âtraditionalâ mom, which is the opposite of what she had growing up. Her kids occasionally appear on her Instagram feed, but sheâs trying to give them the most normal life possible as she co-parents with their father. Thatâs why she was shocked when, after bringing Frankie to a charity event last month for Society of Memorial Sloan Kettering, which supports cancer research programs, it generated big headlines, including on Yahoo.
âThat kind of freaked me out,â she says. âThat really blew up. I wasnât expecting that. We were just attending a charity event. Iâm very protective of them and donât put their faces out there.â However, her takeaway was, âYou canât control everything, especially when you are trying to participate in something thatâs very lovely. I just try to be as protective as I can be knowing that I canât control every single moment. So I do the very best I can to keep them as private and safe as possible.â
Barrymore definitely couldnât control a recent trip to Disneyland, where her overtired daughter Olive ended up âlike a crazy pancake on the floor.â Her friend documented the moment with her iPhone and she shared it with Seth Meyers as a reminder than a sense of humor is everything when it comes to parenting.
Drew talking about her most recent Disney trip:
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âIâm one of several parents whose kid is writhing on the floor after a long day of trying to run to everything, skipping the nap, and trying to make the most out of the day,â she says. âYour child usually will end up like a crazy pancake on the floor, but thatâs Disneyland and itâs so fun and I canât wait to go back and do it again.â
And there will be more pancake photos to be had. âIt will be my third run and Iâll look forward to the third picture [of Olive melting down]. I have a series of photos of Olive on the floor at Disneyland and I canât wait to add to the photo album. Itâs hilarious. You have to have a sense of humor when your child is melting down sometimes. Guide them into a good place and be able to giggle a little bit too.â
Drew behind the scenes during her Crocs photo shoot. (Crocs via Instagram)
Being able to giggle a little bit is what attracted Barrymore to the Crocs âCome As You Are Campaign,â which she says has a âjoyfulâ message.
âIt had a lot of optimism,â she says. âAll the campaign ideas were just fresh and happy and smiling. Crocs is an optimistic brand that is very universal, very comfortable, very fun, very welcoming. For me, my kids wear Crocs, I wear Crocs. Itâs for the whole family. I tend to like things that are a joyful message â and also economically speaking, everyone is invited to this party, that is very important to me. Everything about it just appeals to who I am.â
And since sheâs become a mom, comfy footwear is an essential for her lifestyle.
âI definitely need comfortable shoes, thatâs for sure. Thatâs 101,â she says when asked about how her personal style has evolved. âIâm a little funky and eclectic and bohemian, which Iâm glad for because I like vintage pieces or mixing prints and patterns still. When you become a mom, you wonder if you have to become conservative in the way you dress, because Iâm certainly very traditional in my values with them. But Iâm glad I can still rock three different patterns all over my body while being a good mom.â
And a good mom she is â as well as an endlessly sunny spirit.
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Book review: How does Alec Baldwinâs Trump impression sound on the page? Yuuge!
Penguin Press
âYou Can���t Spell America Without Meâ
Can anyone really satirize the self-satirized antics of Donald Trump?
Comics have faced that challenge since Trump reassured the nation about the size of his genitals during the GOP presidential debate in March 2016. If parody requires exaggeration, what does Trumpâs real-life performance leave to exaggerate?
Alec Baldwin and Kurt Andersen rise to that yuuuge challenge in their new book, âYou Canât Spell America Without Me.â Theyâre the perfect authors â âthe best people, the smartest peopleâ â for this lavish parody, billed as a memoir by President Trump about his âreally tremendousâ first year in the White House. Baldwin, of course, has raised Trump parody to a fine art on âSaturday Night Live,â and Andersen has been mocking âthe short-fingered vulgarianâ since he co-founded Spy magazine back in the late 1980s.
âI consider myself the worldâs greatest above-average Trump impersonator,â Baldwin says by phone from New York. Although he gets top billing on the book jacket, heâs quick to acknowledge his partnerâs contribution: âKurt did all the writing, and I did all the laughing.â
Their process wasnât quite that simple, but Baldwin clearly admires Andersenâs satiric skill.
âTo get inside the mind of Trump for 200 and something pages â thatâs not easy to do,â Baldwin says. âAnd where Trump becomes more and more unraveled and becomes more and more loopy as the thing goes on, youâve got to make those shifts, and youâve got to make those turns very precisely and very specifically, and I think thatâs Kurtâs greatest gift.â
âYou Canât Spell America Without Meâ is a wacky narrative written in the voice of a boastful reality TV star who becomes president without any idea how government works. In between mad gushes of self-praise, Trump â as imagined by Baldwin and Andersen â excoriates his enemies, mocks his staff and praises his âvery respectfulâ Filipino servant, Rodrigo. (Trumpâs weird fixation on everyoneâs racial and ethnic identity is one of the bookâs many running gags.)
Penguin Press
âYou Canât Spell America Without Meâ
If, like a certain resident of the White House, you donât have time to actually read a book, this one is filled with dozens of hilarious photos. Thereâs Baldwin as President Trump arranging the toy soldiers on his desk, getting a fresh spray-on tan or playing golf while an aide briefs him on the global warming hoax. (âI got two holes in one, maybe more,â he claims, âso many Iâm not even sure.â)
Some moments in the book are clearly ridiculous, such as Trumpâs plan to sing âWe Are the Championsâ at his inauguration (âMike Pence literally pleaded with me not to do that, because it turns out that guy who sang it originally was gay.â) But much of the absurd text hews so closely to Trumpâs own speeches and interviews that the president might skip slander charges and just sue the authors for plagiarism.
That concern crossed Andersenâs mind.
âI was careful to not use any of his tweets raw,â he says with a laugh, âbecause I could imagine Donald Trump saying, âOh, those are my copyrighted material.â â
The trick, Andersen explains, was to find a comic middle ground between the actual president, who he says is âlike an over-the-top fictional character,â and the âcartoonishâ figure Baldwin portrays on âSaturday Night Live.â
âWe wanted to keep it in the realm of possibility and have exactly that kind of confusion: âWait â is this the real guy or a parody of him?â â (Even the bookâs title is an uncanny echo of Trumpâs proclamation on Friday: âIâm the only one that matters.â)
Chapter after unhinged chapter, the president delivers his rambling monologue of feverish narcissism: âIâm going to have my White House lawyer look into whether or not we need a constitutional amendment so I can be president and chairman of the United States. Iâm pretty sure we can just go ahead and do it by executive order, or maybe have Congress pass a bill to make it more official.â
Andersen says producing this parody required mastering the âpalette of Trumpian linguistic ticsâ to create a âfaithful reproduction at the molecular level.â The task went far beyond just repeating âunbelievableâ or âhuge.â He had to learn the presidentâs lexicon. He had to get a feel for the rhythm of those phrases. âThe sentences go on and on and go in all kinds of different directions,â he says, âand they canât be parsed by anything I ever learned in English class.â
No matter how funny this âmemoirâ may be, Andersen is dead serious about the presidentâs weaknesses. âI actually think he has diagnosable mental illnesses of various kinds,â he says. âNot that that means anything one way or the other, because I donât want people to say, âWell, therefore, heâs not culpable. Itâs an illness. We should pity him rather than scorn him.â
âI pity and I scorn him both.â
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Baldwin is more circumspect on that issue, even going so far as to admit to an ironic sympathy for Trumpâs position. âIn my public life, I have been psychoanalyzed by people. There are writers and journalists who venture out on that new journalism diving board not to write what I say but to analyze what I say and give their opinion of my own interior life. Iâve learned you canât render a medical opinion about somebody that youâre not qualified to give.â
But then, come on â who can resist?
âIs Trump insane?â Baldwin asks. âDoes Trump have dementia? Does Trump have any kind of neurological disorder or mental illness? I donât know, but it sure looks that way.â
Well, it sure looks that way in this book. Andersen sees âYou Canât Spell America Without Meâ as a âreplayâ of his old Spy magazine days, when he and co-founder Graydon Carter taunted the garish New York real estate developer. âThe characters from Spy â like zombies â are bringing it back on their own in some weird 25-years-later fashion.â
And this surely isnât the last laugh. In addition to his continuing appearances on SNL, Baldwin mentioned âanother project where maybe a more finely tuned Trump might come into play.â He gave no specifics except to say, âItâs not a movie but a video project where I would want to try to play him.â
Believe me, that could make America great again.
Charles is the editor of Book World and host of TotallyHipVideoBookReview.com.
from News And Updates http://www.denverpost.com/2017/11/09/you-cant-spell-america-without-me-alec-baldwin-kurt-andersen-book-review/
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Book review: How does Alec Baldwinâs Trump impression sound on the page? Yuuge!
Penguin Press
âYou Canât Spell America Without Meâ
Can anyone really satirize the self-satirized antics of Donald Trump?
Comics have faced that challenge since Trump reassured the nation about the size of his genitals during the GOP presidential debate in March 2016. If parody requires exaggeration, what does Trumpâs real-life performance leave to exaggerate?
Alec Baldwin and Kurt Andersen rise to that yuuuge challenge in their new book, âYou Canât Spell America Without Me.â Theyâre the perfect authors â âthe best people, the smartest peopleâ â for this lavish parody, billed as a memoir by President Trump about his âreally tremendousâ first year in the White House. Baldwin, of course, has raised Trump parody to a fine art on âSaturday Night Live,â and Andersen has been mocking âthe short-fingered vulgarianâ since he co-founded Spy magazine back in the late 1980s.
âI consider myself the worldâs greatest above-average Trump impersonator,â Baldwin says by phone from New York. Although he gets top billing on the book jacket, heâs quick to acknowledge his partnerâs contribution: âKurt did all the writing, and I did all the laughing.â
Their process wasnât quite that simple, but Baldwin clearly admires Andersenâs satiric skill.
âTo get inside the mind of Trump for 200 and something pages â thatâs not easy to do,â Baldwin says. âAnd where Trump becomes more and more unraveled and becomes more and more loopy as the thing goes on, youâve got to make those shifts, and youâve got to make those turns very precisely and very specifically, and I think thatâs Kurtâs greatest gift.â
âYou Canât Spell America Without Meâ is a wacky narrative written in the voice of a boastful reality TV star who becomes president without any idea how government works. In between mad gushes of self-praise, Trump â as imagined by Baldwin and Andersen â excoriates his enemies, mocks his staff and praises his âvery respectfulâ Filipino servant, Rodrigo. (Trumpâs weird fixation on everyoneâs racial and ethnic identity is one of the bookâs many running gags.)
Penguin Press
âYou Canât Spell America Without Meâ
If, like a certain resident of the White House, you donât have time to actually read a book, this one is filled with dozens of hilarious photos. Thereâs Baldwin as President Trump arranging the toy soldiers on his desk, getting a fresh spray-on tan or playing golf while an aide briefs him on the global warming hoax. (âI got two holes in one, maybe more,â he claims, âso many Iâm not even sure.â)
Some moments in the book are clearly ridiculous, such as Trumpâs plan to sing âWe Are the Championsâ at his inauguration (âMike Pence literally pleaded with me not to do that, because it turns out that guy who sang it originally was gay.â) But much of the absurd text hews so closely to Trumpâs own speeches and interviews that the president might skip slander charges and just sue the authors for plagiarism.
That concern crossed Andersenâs mind.
âI was careful to not use any of his tweets raw,â he says with a laugh, âbecause I could imagine Donald Trump saying, âOh, those are my copyrighted material.â â
The trick, Andersen explains, was to find a comic middle ground between the actual president, who he says is âlike an over-the-top fictional character,â and the âcartoonishâ figure Baldwin portrays on âSaturday Night Live.â
âWe wanted to keep it in the realm of possibility and have exactly that kind of confusion: âWait â is this the real guy or a parody of him?â â (Even the bookâs title is an uncanny echo of Trumpâs proclamation on Friday: âIâm the only one that matters.â)
Chapter after unhinged chapter, the president delivers his rambling monologue of feverish narcissism: âIâm going to have my White House lawyer look into whether or not we need a constitutional amendment so I can be president and chairman of the United States. Iâm pretty sure we can just go ahead and do it by executive order, or maybe have Congress pass a bill to make it more official.â
Andersen says producing this parody required mastering the âpalette of Trumpian linguistic ticsâ to create a âfaithful reproduction at the molecular level.â The task went far beyond just repeating âunbelievableâ or âhuge.â He had to learn the presidentâs lexicon. He had to get a feel for the rhythm of those phrases. âThe sentences go on and on and go in all kinds of different directions,â he says, âand they canât be parsed by anything I ever learned in English class.â
No matter how funny this âmemoirâ may be, Andersen is dead serious about the presidentâs weaknesses. âI actually think he has diagnosable mental illnesses of various kinds,â he says. âNot that that means anything one way or the other, because I donât want people to say, âWell, therefore, heâs not culpable. Itâs an illness. We should pity him rather than scorn him.â
âI pity and I scorn him both.â
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Baldwin is more circumspect on that issue, even going so far as to admit to an ironic sympathy for Trumpâs position. âIn my public life, I have been psychoanalyzed by people. There are writers and journalists who venture out on that new journalism diving board not to write what I say but to analyze what I say and give their opinion of my own interior life. Iâve learned you canât render a medical opinion about somebody that youâre not qualified to give.â
But then, come on â who can resist?
âIs Trump insane?â Baldwin asks. âDoes Trump have dementia? Does Trump have any kind of neurological disorder or mental illness? I donât know, but it sure looks that way.â
Well, it sure looks that way in this book. Andersen sees âYou Canât Spell America Without Meâ as a âreplayâ of his old Spy magazine days, when he and co-founder Graydon Carter taunted the garish New York real estate developer. âThe characters from Spy â like zombies â are bringing it back on their own in some weird 25-years-later fashion.â
And this surely isnât the last laugh. In addition to his continuing appearances on SNL, Baldwin mentioned âanother project where maybe a more finely tuned Trump might come into play.â He gave no specifics except to say, âItâs not a movie but a video project where I would want to try to play him.â
Believe me, that could make America great again.
Charles is the editor of Book World and host of TotallyHipVideoBookReview.com.
from Latest Information http://www.denverpost.com/2017/11/09/you-cant-spell-america-without-me-alec-baldwin-kurt-andersen-book-review/
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