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just-like-playing-tag · 3 years ago

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Personal highlights from the fourth chapter of the fanbook!!! You can read the entire chapter translation here :)

Thank you so much @/1000sunnygo for the translation!!!!!!

According to Shirai, one of the reasons why Emma needed to be a girl is because of her so called "soft idealism" in not wanting to kill demons, which (somehow????) could come off as "uncool" or "naïve" to readers if coming from a guy (?????????????). However Shirai also says that “he wished Emma's words were acknowledged even if it came from a male protagonist instead of having the stereotypical expectations of what a man should be like”, which is nice in its own way.

The idea of a demon with no face under the mask, which was used both in chapter 103 and later in chapter 155 for Legravalima's transformation, was inspired by an old note Demizu left on a early draft where she commented on how it would be “creepy if a demon is actually faceless if you remove their mask”.

Sugita comments that Shirai often used to say "I wanna draw another jailbreak!", like dude same 😔😔

Shirai says that the escape from the bunker felt close enough to a new jailbreak, but the sadness of knowing that Yuugo and Lucas would have had to die “overshadowed the joy of being able to draw an escape again.” (╥﹏╥)

Sugita thinks that since most of the adults of the story are selfish and filled with hatred, it was nice having Yuugo and Lucas as adults who were loving and caring towards the kids. I never thought about it that way, but it's actually a very sweet fact. Yuugo, Lucas and grandpa Alex for the best adults awards!!!

Shirai speds time complimenting Sandy's good heart and ability with the younger kids which has me (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Shirai actually addresses the matter of Lucas not having recognized that Minerva's voice in chapter 110 was too young to belong to an adult: he says that there was too much noise for Lucas to suspect the difference.

While Sugita had repeatedly asked Shirai and Demizu to make the series darker, he jokingly says that Andrew's face was overdoing it- Shirai remembers Sugita saying “It's too scary! The children will cry!” pffttttt

Sugita actually had Andrew's face at the end of chapter 110 censored because the original illustration was too gorish (the mangled half of Andrew's face was blurred)

Andrew survived the explosion by doing the opposite of what Yugo and Lucas did: using his subordinates as a shield.

This is such a cool fact yet I feel like I didn't want to know ಥ_ಥ

The initial plan was to have one of the children shoot (and supposedly kill?) Andrew, but “it was more satisfying to let him be eaten after he called the children "food" ”; I actually really like this detail. Shirai also says that thanks to the stray demon, Ray didn't have to become a murderer. Thank goodness! For once Shirai chose the non-traumatic way for Ray XD

The wild demon saying “uh” after eating Andrew is indicative of it gaining human intelligence. Said demon was supposed to reappear in his human form, but that plotline was ~once again~ discarded.

Shirai regrets not having named Andrew Bernard or Bell had him been female, both references to Tinkerbell. I love this!! Wish you had thought about it sooner @Shirai ahah

Vincent calling Norman "James" instead of "boss" in chapter 112 was him just being playful

Hayato "looks as a protagonist", since his design was taken from a resistance leader from a discarded plotline. Shirai's initial intention was to make him cool and serious, but Sugita suggested to make him kind of a fanboy of Emma's group to reflect how amazing they had become.

Sugita (jokingly) says he “used his absolute authority as the editor to make Anna and Ray interact”, since he likes them as a couple

During the serialization, Shirai used to calculate the timing of information release of both the SJ serialization and volume release so that magazine and volume readers could enjoy similar revelation simultaneously. Following that logic, he synchronized Norman's riapparence in the manga and the volume 12 “merry Christmas Vincent” to happen around the same time, which was also when anime season 1 started airing.

THIS Q&A:

Q: Why do Peter’s men wear sunglasses?

A: Because Peter-sama is too dazzling.

Shirai says the symbol on the back of Norman's Minerva cape is the crest of the demons who lived at the hideout. Though I'm not completely sure it was intentional, the choice of having Norman wear the robes of a demon while planning the eradication of demons is... Peculiar, and also kinda ironic.

Peter and Andrew are related!! Andrew too was born from a branch of the Ratri family.

Okay this matter is tricky, but I think it was actually explained how there's demons like Musica and Sonju's horse and the demon pigeons that won't eat human meat. Apparently as of this panel of chapter 103 (which is also one of the few things included in the anime, ahah)-

There's five different species of demons, one of which - fourth column - may have gone extinct. Out of these five species, only one includes humanoid demons, who thus are the only ones who need to eat humans in order to maintain their form.

Also the Demizu note at the end of the chapter is such an highlight:

How he [Shirai] never gives up. Till the last minutes, he keeps adding corrections. I really admire his belief, “I'll surely bring a better result than the last time”. This “I'll bring something better than last time” mentality is a huge thing. Usually, when I make corrections, I feel like maybe it was better the last time. So I always used to think it's best not to mess with my arts too much. But I changed my mind after seeing Shirai sensei. There were times I'd be surprised to receive a text message at 4 am (laughs) It made me worry if he was resting properly.

You have my heart Demizu-san 🥺🥺🥺

#tpn #the promised neverland #I swear one day I'm rereading the whole fanbook and noting down everytime Shirai says something in the lines of #“I had already in mind a way to develop this but I discarded it not to make the story too complicated” because he says it all. the. time.#tpn emma #tpn legravalima #tpn yuugo #tpn lucas #tpn andrew #tpn sandy #tpn vincent #tpn peter ratri #tpn manga spoilers #tpn fanbook #Thank you again Sunny for your job 🥺🥺🥺#mine #Do you think... The Andrew-demon would maintain their hatred for the kids? It's something interesting to think about 🤔#Edit: Wait more notes: I've been wanting to continue doing these fanbook sums for a long time-#but unfortunately couldn't work on them until recently ಥ_ಥ #I'm already halfway through correcting rereading the following chapter post so please look forward to it if you'd like to!#If everything goes smoothly I plan to post the remaining two chapters on the next Sundays #And Sunny if you're reading this: I'm too shy for directly tagging you ahah #But thank you for your hard work I hope you enjoy reading this and I wish you have a wonderful day / night!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

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whitehotharlots · 3 years ago

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The point is control

Whenever we think or talk about censorship, we usually conceptualize it as certain types of speech being somehow disallowed: maybe (rarely) it's made formally illegal by the government, maybe it's banned in certain venues, maybe the FCC will fine you if you broadcast it, maybe your boss will fire you if she learns of it, maybe your friends will stop talking to you if they see what you've written, etc. etc.

This understanding engenders a lot of mostly worthless discussion precisely because it's so broad. Pedants--usually arguing in favor of banning a certain work or idea--will often argue that speech protections only apply to direct, government bans. These bans, when they exist, are fairly narrow and apply only to those rare speech acts in which other people are put in danger by speech (yelling the N-word in a crowded theater, for example). This pedantry isn't correct even within its own terms, however, because plenty of people get in trouble for making threats. The FBI has an entire entrapment program dedicated to getting mentally ill muslims and rednecks to post stuff like "Death 2 the Super bowl!!" on twitter, arresting them, and the doing a press conference about how they heroically saved the world from terrorism.

Another, more recent pedant's trend is claiming that, actually, you do have freedom of speech; you just don't have freedom from the consequences of speech. This logic is eerily dictatorial and ignores the entire purpose of speech protections. Like, even in the history's most repressive regimes, people still technically had freedom of speech but not from consequences. Those leftist kids who the nazis beheaded for speaking out against the war were, by this logic, merely being held accountable.

The two conceptualizations of censorship I described above are, 99% of the time, deployed by people who are arguing in favor of a certain act of censorship but trying to exempt themselves from the moral implications of doing so. Censorship is rad when they get to do it, but they realize such a solipsism seems kinda icky so they need to explain how, actually, they're not censoring anybody, what they're doing is an act of righteous silencing that's a totally different matter. Maybe they associate censorship with groups they don't like, such as nazis or religious zealots. Maybe they have a vague dedication toward Enlightenment principles and don't want to be regarded as incurious dullards. Most typically, they're just afraid of the axe slicing both ways, and they want to make sure that the precedent they're establishing for others will not be applied to themselves.

Anyone who engages with this honestly for more than a few minutes will realize that censorship is much more complicated, especially in regards to its informal and social dimensions. We can all agree that society simply would not function if everyone said whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. You might think your boss is a moron or your wife's dress doesn't look flattering, but you realize that such tidbits are probably best kept to yourself.

Again, this is a two-way proposition that everyone is seeking to balance. Do you really want people to verbalize every time they dislike or disagree with you? I sure as hell don't. And so, as part of a social compact, we learn to self-censor. Sometimes this is to the detriment of ourselves and our communities. Most often, however, it's just a price we have to pay in order to keep things from collapsing.

But as systems, large and small, grow increasingly more insane and untenable, so do the comportment standards of speech. The disconnect between America's reality and the image Americans have of themselves has never been more plainly obvious, and so striving for situational equanimity is no longer good enough. We can't just pretend cops aren't racist and the economy isn't run by venal retards or that the government places any value on the life of its citizens. There's too much evidence that contradicts all that, and the evidence is too omnipresent. There's too many damn internet videos, and only so many of them can be cast as Russian disinformation. So, sadly, we must abandon our old ways of communicating and embrace instead systems that are even more unstable, repressive, and insane than the ones that were previously in place.

Until very, very recently, nuance and big-picture, balanced thinking were considered signs of seriousness, if not intelligence. Such considerations were always exploited by shitheads to obfuscate things that otherwise would have seemed much less ambiguous, yes, but this fact alone does not mitigate the potential value of such an approach to understanding the world--especially since the stuff that's been offered up to replace it is, by every worthwhile metric, even worse.

So let's not pretend I'm Malcolm Gladwell or some similarly slimy asshole seeking to "both sides" a clearcut moral issue. Let's pretend I am me. Flash back to about a year ago, when there was real, widespread, and sustained support for police reform. Remember that? Seems like forever ago, man, but it was just last year... anyhow, now, remember what happened? Direct, issues-focused attempts to reform policing were knocked down. Blotted out. Instead, we were told two things: 1) we had to repeat the slogan ABOLISH THE POLICE, and 2) we had to say it was actually very good and beautiful and nonviolent and valid when rioters burned down poor neighborhoods.

Now, in a relatively healthy discourse, it might have been possible for someone to say something like "while I agree that American policing is heavily violent and racist and requires substantial reforms, I worry that taking such an absolutist point of demanding abolition and cheering on the destruction of city blocks will be a political non-starter." This statement would have been, in retrospect, 100000000% correct. But could you have said it, in any worthwhile manner? If you had said something along those lines, what would the fallout had been? Would you have lost friends? Your job? Would you have suffered something more minor, like getting yelled at, told your opinion did not matter? Would your acquaintances still now--a year later, after their political project has failed beyond all dispute--would they still defame you in "whisper networks," never quite articulating your verbal sins but nonetheless informing others that you are a dangerous and bad person because one time you tried to tell them how utterly fucking self-destructive they were being? It is undeniably clear that last year's most-elevated voices were demanding not reform but catharsis. I hope they really had fun watching those immigrant-owned bodegas burn down, because that’s it, that will forever be remembered as the most palpable and consequential aspect of their shitty, selfish movement. We ain't reforming shit. Instead, we gave everyone who's already in power a blank check to fortify that power to a degree you and I cannot fully fathom.

But, oh, these people knew what they were doing. They were good little boys and girls. They have been rewarded with near-total control of the national discourse, and they are all either too guilt-ridden or too stupid to realize how badly they played into the hands of the structures they were supposedly trying to upend.

And so left-liberalism is now controlled by people whose worldview is equal parts superficial and incoherent. This was the only possible outcome that would have let the system continue to sustain itself in light of such immense evidence of its unsustainability without resulting in reform, so that's what has happened.

But... okay, let's take a step back. Let's focus on what I wanted to talk about when I started this.

I came across a post today from a young man who claimed that his high school English department head had been removed from his position and had his tenure revoked for refusing to remove three books from classrooms. This was, of course, fallout from the ongoing debate about Critical Race Theory. Two of those books were Marjane Satropi's Persepolis and, oh boy, The Diary of Anne Frank. Fuck. Jesus christ, fuck.

Now, here's the thing... When Persepolis was named, I assumed the bannors were anti-CRT. The graphic novel does not deal with racism all that much, at least not as its discussed contemporarily, but it centers an Iranian girl protagonist and maybe that upset Republican types. But Anne Frank? I'm sorry, but the most likely censors there are liberal identiarians who believe that teaching her diary amounts to centering the suffering of a white woman instead of talking about the One Real Racism, which must always be understood in an American context. The super woke cult group Black Hammer made waves recently with their #FuckAnneFrank campaign... you'd be hard pressed to find anyone associated with the GOP taking a firm stance against the diary since, oh, about 1975 or so.

So which side was it? That doesn't matter. What matters is, I cannot find out.

Now, pro-CRT people always accuse anti-CRT people of not knowing what CRT is, and then after making such accusations they always define CRT in a way that absolutely is not what CRT is. Pro-CRTers default to "they don't want students to read about slavery or racism." This is absolutely not true, and absolutely not what actual CRT concerns itself with. Slavery and racism have been mainstays of American history curriucla since before I was born. Even people who barely paid attention in school would admit this, if there were any more desire for honesty in our discourse.

My high school history teacher was a southern "lost causer" who took the south's side in the Civil War but nonetheless provided us with the most descriptive and unapologetic understandings of slavery's brutalities I had heard up until that point. He also unambiguously referred to the nuclear attacks on Hiroshmia and Nagasaki as "genocidal." Why? Because most people's politics are idiosyncratic, and because you cannot genuinely infer a person to believe one thing based on their opinion of another, tangentially related thing. The totality of human understanding used to be something open-minded people prided themselves on being aware of, believe it or not...

This is the problem with CRT. This is is the motivation behind the majority of people who wish to ban it. It’s not because they are necessarily racist themselves. It’s because they recognize, correctly, that the now-ascendant frames for understanding social issues boils everything down to a superficial patina that denies not only the realities of the systems they seek to upend but the very humanity of the people who exist within them. There is no humanity without depth and nuance and complexities and contradictions. When you argue otherwise, people will get mad and fight back.

And this is the most bitter irony of this idiotic debate: it was never about not wanting to teach the sinful or embarrassing parts of our history. That was a different debate, one that was settled and won long ago. It is instead an immense, embarrassing overreach on behalf of people who have bullied their way to complete dominance of their spheres of influence within media and academe assuming they could do the same to everyone else. Some of its purveyors may have convinced themselves that getting students to admit complicity in privilege will prevent police shootings, sure. But I know these people. I’ve spoken to them at length. I’ve read their work. The vast, vast majority of them aren’t that stupid. The point is to exert control. The point is to make sure they stay in charge and that nothing changes. The point is failure.

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makeste · 5 years ago

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BnHA Vigilantes Chapters 59 - 65: Emergency Catch-Up Blog

before I start, please be advised that the following post will contain a potential MAJOR SPOILER FOR CHAPTER 253, which has not yet been released! please don’t be an idiot like me and spoil yourselves, guys. stay safe.

but anyways yes, this is my recap post for Those Chapters of Vigilantes. at long last. hooray! by the way this is barely edited at all, on account of it being a rush job (see re: the “Emergency” bit in the header). just some raw, unfiltered, [CENSORED SPOILER THING] thoughts and feelings! hopefully it’s readable; when I have more time I’ll try and clean it up a bit more.

so now, first off, credit where credit is due because omg

bless you anon, you saved my life

but let me backtrack! looool so guys, I did a dumb thing and peeked at a spoiler, and read the name “Shirakumo”, and was like FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK and noped out, but it was too late lol. so then I was like “HOW DO I CATCH UP ON THE ENTIRETY OF VIGILANTES IN LESS THAN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS”, fully aware that I probably wasn’t going to do shit and would most likely just spend tomorrow apologizing and shrugging my way through the new chapter. and by the way guys, I’ll go ahead and throw in one of those apologies now, because I’ve had at least a dozen anons implore me to pick up Vigilantes, and I’m fully aware that Aizawa’s past has been covered (including one (1) cloudy boi), and that it’s really good. I just haven’t had the energy to do it! because reading and liveblogging are two very different things, and the latter just takes so much more time and energy honestly. so I kept putting it off and off and off, and now here I am

but then this ask came along telling me exactly which chapters to read in order to get the context I need! so seriously anon, you are the MVP of my week, and I appreciate this so, so much. I am now off to read those chapters, and I apologize to everyone again, but while I will liveblog them, it’ll probably be kind of a rush job due to the circumstances. like I won’t get into every single detail here, because it’s six whole chapters. but I’ll do my best

hmm I don’t know what constitutes the second half of chapter 59 lol so here I am reading the whole damn thing

AIZAWA BEING FRIENDS WITH MIDNIGHT, AND MIDNIGHT HAS A CAT OH GOSH

looool

personally, Aizawa hated school. he would never ever dream of becoming a teacher. how ridiculous. irrational af

“we’ll have you teaching at U.A. soon enough” psssh. not this man, sister

he’s hanging up on her now. honestly I am glad I did not skip the first part of this chapter lol

some wolfman is chasing the protag of this series whose name I forgot, as well as a little girl and ANOTHER CAT. this series has so many cats?! apparently!?

Aizawa is saving the cat. the hero we deserve

the protag whose name I am about to look up wants to adopt the cat, which prompts Aizawa to launch into a 2500-word essay on why he should not adopt the cat

okay the kid’s name is Koichi. he’s apparently 19 in the series, but I don’t know how old he is in this particular scene though because I have the vague impression that the series at large takes place in present-day BnHA time, which would mean this is definitely a flashback. so. ??

OHO, NOW IT’S A FLASHBACK WITHIN A FLASHBACK!!? so this is the Aizawa past thing everyone’s been all “!!!!” about. well here you go guys

young Shouta is staring at an abandoned kitty in a box in the rain

he left the cat, but also left his umbrella over it, awww

and he arrived at class all wet. and his teacher says he can go change his clothes, but he’s all “NAH I’M EMO SO I’LL JUST STAY LIKE THIS”, wow

“I’m powerless” jesus christ Shou get a grip

here comes Present Mic to forcibly lift his best bud’s spirits. they’re in second year apparently

Present Mic, and I mean this in the most loving and affectionate way possible, is the most annoying man on the planet

how was he not just constantly punched in the face at all times. like constantly walking around being punched by people

well well well

something horrible is sure going to happen to you, isn’t it? here I thought you were probably dead, but I’m kinda getting the inkling [SPOILERS, FOLKS, I’M SERIOUS] you’re gonna maybe show up in the latest chapter of the main series, so I guess not! congratulations I guess?? OR MAYBE NOT

“dammit Shirakumo” oh so it’s like that

their teacher deserves a raise. never thought we’d see another U.A. faculty member more done with life than Aizawa himself

hey Shirakumo is giving Shouta his umbrella back, but what about the cat?! SHIRAKUMO ARE YOU REALLY A NICE GUY, I’M NOT SURE YET

meanwhile he’s stripping naked in the middle of class. oh yes. I forgot Vigilantes was like this

he’s using his cloud quirk to censor himself where it counts

“and inside this cloud... is this charming little creature” lol we think he’s talking about his penis but then he pulls out the cat! WELL NEVER MIND THEN SHIRAKUMO

so Shouta is sitting around thinking emo thoughts that are gradually giving way to some decidedly un-hetero thoughts about Shirakumo, who’s doing that shounen thing where he smiles with his eyes closed while being silhouetted against the bright sun. maaaaan. Aizawa you are hella gay my dude

okay next chapter and they’re being assigned internships

Shirakumo’s hero costume is... well let’s just say it’s a good thing he’s got such a badass quirk

he’s riding around on that cloud like Goku. like a fucking Lakitu from Super Mario

now the teachers are talking about the three boys and whether they’ll be able to land internships

“Yamada shouldn’t have a problem. his voice quirk has applications in battle, rescue, and entertainment. but the boy’s a bit distractible.” okay first of all how the hell would Mic ever rescue a person with his quirk. fucking scream them to safety or what. and second, by distractible you mean punchable right. again, all the love

oh my god he’s so cute

lmao this is seriously my favorite picture of Aizawa ever. GO GETTEM SLUGGER

so Shouta is getting bullied by some guy with a decidedly Katsuki-ish quirk, except he shoots jets of fire out of his hands. but anyway he says that fighting Shouta is boring. SHUT UP, YOU. YOU’RE BORING

Shouta is so emo. but he really does want to be a good hero, he just doesn’t know how. he seems very frustrated

he’s lecturing Kumo on not giving people-food to the cat. and now he has picked up the cat and is cradling and bottle-feeding it like an infant. bless

this manga really has a gag panel of the cat pissing on Shirakumo afterwards, like. see this is another reason why I haven’t exactly been in a rush to read it sob. my sense of humor doesn’t really seem to align with Furuhashi’s

oH MY GOD

high school Midnight is the coolest person I have ever seen and I want to be just like her when I grow up

aaaaand she is literally not wearing any clothes except that belt and those boob-holsters. which, I mean, it’s not like she really dresses any differently in the main series, but this being Vigilantes, I’m sure we’ll get another half a dozen pages showing extreme close-ups of her costume from various angles. again, another area where this series and I don’t quite see eye to eye, but it’s all right since we’re just passing through here

and one year later they wrote a literal law limiting how much exposed skin a hero costume can show. oh Midnight. meanwhile I forgot how much this series makes me appreciate Horikoshi, flaws and all. I’ll take a thousand Minetas over this shit honestly. at least Mineta always gets his comeuppance. but anyway

they have named the cat “Sushi”

Midnight is straight up taking the cat lmao

Yamada got an internship. one down, two to go

Midnight’s back and showing them a video of the cat pooping. one joke about the cat’s bathroom habits in a single chapter was not enough, we’re going for two. not like we have anything more important to cover, like Aizawa getting an internship and something terrible and tragic happening to his boyfriend. let’s just keep talking about cat poop

okay here we go, Midnight says her boss will take them as interns

“Loud Cloud” lmao. home run hero name. GOAT

so Shouta’s chasing a villain and nearly got crushed by a safe that he threw at him, but he’s being saved by some guy who I’m guessing is his boss

oh my

this is the kind of weirdness that only a manga can get away with. I wonder how this idea came into being and whose idea it was, Horikoshi’s or Furuhashi’s. maybe the two of them hitting each other up back and forth in a text chain. “so I’m doing Aizawa’s flashback now, who do you want to have him to intern under?” “hmm I don’t know but I was thinking literally Prince”

Prince is chewing Shouta out something fierce

I thought I was prepared for these Aizawa flashbacks, but some things you can never be prepared for

lol he asked Shouta how he fucked up, and Shouta started listing all of his tactical errors, and Prince interrupted him and is all “I’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT THAT GLOOMY FACE” listen son just who do you think your intern is. THAT’S JUST HIS FACE LEAVE HIM ALONE

he says Aizawa wears his stress all over his sleeve and bums people out

he’s telling him to smile! now where have we heard that philosophy before

hello

I’m just reblogging this panel because of reasons

so Shouta is sulking in the locker room, and Shirakumo is showering off and says his MO is to keep smiling even when he screws up

now Midnight is texting Shouta 500 cat pictures

lmao we can’t see Shouta’s face, but Kumo is streaking in and is all “THERE’S THAT SMILE, SUNSHINE!!!!”

OH SHIT NOW IT’S A FEW DAYS LATER AND THE VILLAIN IS BACK BUT THIS TIME SHOUTA DONE GOT HIM SOME GOGGLES!! the path from adorable to sexy begins. the Longbottoming

oh shit the goggles belong to Shirakumo. the gayening. and they were roommates

Shouta’s using his quirk!

and the bad guy is all “I don’t need my quirk to crush you” and straight up demolishing the fucking pavement yikes

and Kumo is leaping at him from above and whomping him on the head

yay they caught him. and Shouta is...

he’s trying. they’ll coax a real smile out of him yet! just show him a Youtube compilation of Logical Ruses

now he and Shirakumo have matching pairs of goggles. I’m just gonna assume this means they are married

the fire hands bully guy from earlier is coming over to start some shit again

he says he also realized the importance of eye protection through his internship. and Mic says he stole the idea from him

now the class is partnering off for two-on-two battle training, and Kumo is partnering with Shouta

they’re going up against Mic and Fire Hands, and for some reason they’re making a wager of it. whoever loses has to stop wearing glasses. this is easily the stupidest thing I have seen in this series yet, not to mention the most accurate

Kumo’s grinning at Shouta and saying the goggles symbolize their friendship and they have to defend them. you know, lovable scamp stuff

now Shirakumo and Shouta are double teaming the Fire Hands guy and taking him out in seconds because OF COURSE THEY DID. lol he never fucking stood a chance

but Shouta’s handing the glasses back and says that two-on-one isn’t fair so he’s calling the wager off

aaaand Fire Hands is snatching them back and stomping on them. and says he doesn’t need them

listen you dingus, yes you do fucking need them. and also he says he didn’t lose! wow this guy really has his head up his ass. I’d say he reminds me of a CERTAIN SOMEONE, but you know what, I’ll give Mr. Certain Someone his fair credit though, because he managed to get his shit together long before his second year. Fire Hands still needs to grow up

the teacher is telling him he missed the point of the exercise, and FH is literally ignoring him and running off wow

apparently Mic also gave up his sunglasses and got himself a pair of goggles. well we know that’s not gonna last. and for that matter, Shouta’s gonna change out his goggles for a different model as well. ohhhhh some tragedy is on the horizon I just know it, this is gonna hurt

Shirakumo says the three of them should start their own agency. ahhh. buddy I’m here reading this from the future, and I gotta tell you, son... shit’s awkward as fuck

and he’s pointing out all the different ways they complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses

Shouta says he can’t do anything on his own, but Kumo says that just means he’s suited to teamwork

Kumo’s inviting Midnight to join them, but she’s declining lol

Shouta’s looking at the sky all dramatically. oh baby this is it isn’t it. things are about to get rough

“one week later”

NOO THEY HURT MY PRECIOUS PRINCE

SOMEONE IS CALLING FOR BACKUP AND THE CAMERA IS ZOOMING IN ON A BUSTED UP PAIR OF GOGGLES, FUCK EVERYTHING

now we’re cutting to Mic and Fire Hands and FH replaced his sunglasses with a pair of goggles. goggles are just the in thing now

Fire Hands talks about Aizawa so much I’m starting to ship the two of them now as well. damn Shouta how many high school boyfriends did you have??

so they’re fighting off some toad monster and it’s absorbing all their attacks

meanwhile Shouta and Kumo are literally helping kindergartners to cross the street

look at this

it’s beyond my comprehension how anyone could possibly mistake this man for anything but a future teacher

even Kumo is commenting on how natural he is at working with kids

oH MY GOD the kids waved goodbye and said “bye Eraserhead” and it prompted a little smile

Kumo says Shouta psychs himself out and convinces himself he can’t do stuff, but really he can do just about anything if he puts his mind to it. aww. and he’s right!!

oh shit here comes the toad

so this toad’s name is Garvey, and he’s literally wanted for murder oh shit. and he has a Fatgum-like quirk that can absorb attacks and store them up to release them

and some idiots hit him with a combined attack that ended up powering him the fuck up. well shit

so Prince is placing a rose in between his teeth and getting ready to fight this toad off. do it I believe in you

now a lot is happening all at once, jesus. Shouta and Kumo were trying to evacuate the kids but then the toad just appeared right there like wtf, and then Prince also showed up out of nowhere and went to hit the thing with a flying jump kick

aaaand he’s getting blasted into a building

oof. and getting even further blasted now. welp

Kumo’s protecting the kiddos with his Nimbus quirk!

OH FUCKING SHIT AND THEN HE GOT CRACKED IN THE HEAD BY A GIANT FALLING ROCK

is this bitch fucking dead now. I can’t believe they fucking Obitoed my bro Shirakumo

so now the toad is looming over them, and Shouta realizes he’s the only one left standing, and all his doubts are filtering into his mind as he desperately tries to think of how to stop him

and Shirakumo’s... gourd... thing... is klunking in out of nowhere, and it has a little speaker on it, and it’s all “YOU GOT THIS AIZAWA” and wtf. this is like something out of a weird fever dream

OH SHIT BOYS AIZAWA SHOUTA DONE GOT HIS GAME FACE ON NOW

THE LONGBOTTOMING CONTINUES

so now he’s leaping fifty feet into the air, somehow, and thinking that his Erasure quirk will at least level the playing field. well all right then! you go boy

now it’s raining and of course bolts of lightning are dramatically hitting the ground all around them

Shouta’s kicking off the lil power toad lumps one by one lol

literally just jumping all around and kickin’ stuff

oof he took a bad hit. but he’s sitting back up!

Kumo’s disembodied gourd voice keeps shouting encouragement at him though, idk. so there’s that

he says Shouta’s strong and he won’t lose, and Shouta is all “RAHHHHHHH.” you guys, if 1-A ever found out about this flashback they would never let the man live it down. hell I’m not gonna let him live it down. okay then. Mr. RAHHHHHH

he’s doing some weird stuff with his capture weapon now. I think maybe he grabbed a rock with it and chucked it at the guy

and now the guy is shooting all his toad lumps at Shouta all at once! WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

yooooo Shouta literally grabbed them all with the capture weapon and he’s CHUCKIN’ EM ALL INTO THE DUDE’S MOUTH Y’ALL THIS IS SOME REAL FUCKING SHIT LMAO GET WRECKED

so the guy is blowing up from the inside out. yeah that’s what you get for murdering Shouta’s childhood friend you piece of shit

and Shouta’s collapsing in exhaustion but happily shouting “SHIRAKUMO I DID IT” before he passes out. oh my god don’t tell me Kumo is already dead and Shouta just hallucinated his voice or some shit. THEN WHO WAS GOURD omg

oooooof here we go

[places both hands on Shouta’s shoulders and looks him dead in the eye] son I don’t know how to tell you this, but Shirakumo has been dead for twenty years

wow can someone just fucking tell Shouta already so he stops depressing everyone and making an idiot out of himself. geez how long are you all gonna stand around despondently shooting knowing looks at each other in the rain

so they’re picking up the gourd speaker thing and OF COURSE it’s visibly broken and there’s no possible way Kumo’s voice could have been coming out of it. especially since he has been dead for twenty years. here’s a picture of his grave. oh shit what’s that little grave right next to his?? OH MY GOD IT’S THE CAT. OH MY GOD

oh fuck me

Y’ALL REALLY DID THESE BABIES LIKE THAT. HORIKOSHI!! FURUHASHI!! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW I WANT A WORD!!

so now Fire Hands, who is trying his best to be comforting but is just SO BAD AT IT, is all “Aizawa you went toe to toe with this thing and beat it YOURSELF!! ALL ALONE!!!” jesus christ I need a minute

OH DAMN A CALLBACK TO THE RAIN “THIS KINDA FITS OUR VIBE RIGHT NOW” LINE but now it’s saaaaaaaad oh no

I mean. I knew going in that this was going to be Aizawa’s sad childhood flashback about his friend Shirakumo whom something very terrible happened to. it’s not like I’m even surprised. I knew what I was getting myself into here. but damn that still hurts

do you guys think that having a permanent image of his best friend forever immortalized as a cheerful seventeen-year-old, and being forever haunted by the memory of that seventeen-year-old being cut down in the prime of his life, might have given Aizawa Shouta lasting trauma which carried over into his adulthood and makes him do desperately reckless things when children are at risk, such as leaping into battle against an army of villains all alone. dammit now I want to grab every single problem child of 1-A and shake them roughly and scream at them for all the sleepless nights they have doubtless caused this man

so now here he and Mic are both being sad

aww Mic. I’m sorry I keep wanting to punch you in the face. it’s just reflex

and now it’s one year later and the class is gearing up for the sports festival

well look who is almost fully done with his metamorphosis

you will soon be a beautiful butterfly

he is literally going to sleep in the middle of class. well depression makes people tired. sigh

he’s got his familiar goggles now! and he’s kicking FH’s ass and lecturing him on how to fight better. damn his character development is complete

and he’s helping FH to his feet aww. definitely boyfriends. this man gets around

his teachers now say that Shouta has gotten too complacent, if anything, and phones everything in once he knows he’s got a passing grade, and only gets passionate when it comes to practical exercises

and now we’re cutting to the gym and Shouta is indeed training passionately while Mic sits in the corner looking bummed. all these kids have been through far too much in their young lives

Shouta’s handing in his career aspiration form, and he wrote that he wants to start his own agency and focus on “fighting, and nothing else”

his scruffy facial hair is already starting to come in now. it’s true what they say, having a tragic past does indeed make you hotter

anyways but can we get this boy a hug!? anybody?? hello??!?

now they’re graduating and Shouta is disappearing in a poof of smoke and now there’s this big panel with flashbacks to his career up to the current point in Vigilantes!

and we’re back in the ~present~ and he’s telling Koichi to take good care of that cat. aaaand, I guess that’s that. geez. that was a lot

so there you go! the Aizawa flashbacks! they were very sad! all in all I really enjoyed them! so now, if Shirakumo isn’t actually dead (seeing as it’s a shounen manga that pays homage to comic books, so safe to say that People Not Actually Being Dead is a Certified Phenomenon, like it’s definitely a THING THAT CAN SOMETIMES HAPPEN), well then. tomorrow’s chapter is sure going to be interesting to say the least. lulz but maybe I’ve got it all wrong though. guess I’ll find out!

#bnha 253 #bnha vigilantes #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #shirakumo oboro #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha vigilantes spoilers #makeste reads bnha #makeste reads vigilantes #the real question is what the hell ever happened to this prince guy #I refuse to believe he just disappeared off the face of the earth #how is he not a top ten hero #probably because he got knocked out by the toad villain in like two seconds #and his sixteen-year-old intern had to save his fabulous behind #well hats off to a legend #wherever he is now

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not-a-christmas-tree · 4 years ago

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i just watched the dallas theatre company les mis here are my observations

IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THIS PRODUCTION I SUGGEST YOU DO! DON’T READ THIS IF YOU DON’T WANT SPOILERS THOUGH!

so, in case you didn’t know: in 2014, Dallas Theatre Company did a modern interpretation of les mis. i just watched it on youtube (i will link it later, i promise) and took SO MANY GODDAMN NOTES so here they are!

ACT ONE

(Look Down-WHID)

starting out strong! we got some HARSH TRUTHS ABOUT THE JAIL SYSTEM!! blatant police brutality happening BASICALLY the entire first part of the song. it hurts me.

note on the cops costumes: they legitimately terrify me and they are dressed in like. full riot gear.

okay so,,,valjean wraps the rope from his bag around his neck at the end of WHID. this is interesting bc, a) he’s trying to find a solution as to what he should do after the Bishop and that’s a direction I’ve surprisingly seen no one take, but b) this part has the same melody as javert’s suicide, when javert is ALSO trying to figure out what he should do after his perception on life is altered. for a moment there, they both are on the same page, the page being suicide. however, only one of them takes that choice.

the above makes the lines (in both songs) “i’ll escape now from that world / from the world of valjean” ESPECIALLY interesting because. in two different ways, they did escape, but they ALMOST had the same conclusion for a brief second.

(At The End Of The Day)

in ATEOTD fantine ends up being the last one working, causing everyone to look at her with varying degrees of annoyance or frustration. She do be hardworking doe

OH SHIT KIDS IN THE FACTORY!! three little kids run up to the foreman when he’s giving daily stipends to the ladies!! (they’re also the last to be paid, giving significant sass to foreman who also sasses back)

Girl #5 mockingly calling fantine “innocent sister” when 5 is white and fantine is a WOC...that’s kind of interesting given that that can be read as SERIOUS racial profiling on 5’s part

foreman looks like bob’s boss in the incredibles but like. tall lmao

(I Dreamed A Dream)

her look of like,,shock-but-not when everyone from the factory exits and she takes off her bandana,,,that. that is good acting

her transitions from chest to head voice are so good

i’m kinda sad she isn’t younger?? or just. doesn’t look super young bc fantine is supposed to be like. early twenties. she’s not 45 and had a decently long life before she died, no, she’s young. she was taken advantage of. that’s the whole point. but that’s sUPER little like this lady is way too good

she has the perfect mix of sadness and regret plus anger and shameless hope. like. kudos to you allison blackwell you’re a dope fantine

the cry on “killed the dream i dreamed” brb sobbing

(The Dock Scenes)

MALE PROSTITUTES I REPEAT!! MALE PROSTITUTES!! (no idea what wig he’s wearing tho. he was done dirty in the wig department)

oh male prostitute is prostitute #1!

oh damn there is. lady def on some bad drugs with her kid passing behind fantine on the bench. ouch.

hoo okay they did n o t censor lovely ladies!! (mini note: camera person has the camera down an AWFUL LOT on these docks scenes lmao)

there are cops on the docks. gross.

(Who Am I-Confrontation)

OH SHIT THEY HAVE A FALSE JVJ IN THE BACKGROUND OF WHO AM I

jvj comforts not-jvj for a second!! (money note was FANTASTIC btw)

fantine being WOC and DYING in a modern hospital also is,,yeesh because. you know. racist doctors.

jvj cries after fantine dies JUST STAB ME NOW OKAY—

confrontation is really funny when u see that javert has a GUN and jvj has A CHAIR

JVJ DID THE LIL RUN ON “live within my care” YAAAAY

(COAC-Master Of The House)

oh boy baby cosette,,so small,,so pure plus classic baby head shake when she sings I STAN

MADAME T LOOKS—OH GOOD GOD

DID SHE SPIT ON MY BABY--

cosette: “please do not send me out alone—“ madame t: “oooooh my gOOOOOD” omg

what the fuck is thenardiers hair i—

WHAT THE FUCK IS THENARDIER IN G E N E R A L

random idea regarding thenardier’s prison tattoo: he has the same number on his chest that jvj has. Meaning he was in jail too. so why isn’t he as messed up as jvj? i wanna say maybe he was in for less time, but like. I doubt it. However, he has a whole ass gang. did the thenardier gang break their boss out of jail? please say yes

him listing things for baby éponine to charge i love it

OH MY GOD THENARDIER FLAUNTS HIS NUMBER WHILE JVJ DOESNT!! jvj hides his past because he believes it will get him into better places (it does, he becomes mayor for god’s sake) while thenardier shows off his past with stubborn pride. while thenardier cheats his way to success, jvj lives an almost honest life where he ultimately suffers due to the stress all the hiding he does gives him

i love that éponine looks like neither of her parents,,,madame t got around huh?

(The Bargain)

I JUST REALIZED THE STAGE HAS A CATWALK DOWN THE CENTER INTO THE AUDIENCE THAT IS THE COOLEST OMG

Instead of madame correcting thenardier on cosette’s name he asks cosette herself which prompts the CUTEST ANGRY YELL OF “it’s cosette!” I HAVE EVER SEEN

also thenardier fuckin MANHANDLING cosette i’m DYING

JVJ LOVES HER SM I AM SOFTTT

(The Beggars)

omg marius is so ADORABLE i love him

gavroche is a style icon

kid holding sign saying “my mom got laid off” POOR BB

i love éponine

that’s it that’s the note

wait a sec was that montparnasse with the prostitute earlier in beggars??

ALSO I SEE AZELMA AND OTHER THENARDIER KIDS PRESENT FOR “turn on the tears!!” THANK YOU FOR UTILIZING THAT LINE PROPERLY

why does enj have a bat?? If it;s not a bat then,,,what is it? someone please help me

marius saves cosette from bad guy gang!! 🥰🥰

bruh javert misses jvj running by like,,,MAYBE two seconds that is hilarious

jav looks so done when thenardier is trying to get out of this lmao i love it

javert looks so cop-like it scares me

(Stars)

the line “safe behind bars” in stars kind of kills me here because as the audience you SEE the cruelty that the convicts face. you see the guy on the ground getting beaten you SEE the chains around their throats and yet. yet javert still somehow thinks that putting jvj in jail is safe? i think the thing to focus on here is not whether it’s safe, because it obviously isn’t. the focus is who it’s safer for, jean valjean or javert?

has it always been “your father” rather than “her father” when marius asks éponine to find where cosette lives?? if they changed it that is SMART because yk. jvj would be ALARMED if he found out he’d been found by éponine but he wouldn’t hurt her. he’s not the guy she has to worry about, it’s her own father. thenardier gave her a job and she’s straying from it, he’s what would endanger her.

THE PLAYFUL BOOP AND SHOVE FROM MARIUS 🥺🥺🥺

(The ABC Café)

“note-ruh daym”

hee hee pretty enjolras

pretty enjolras in skinny jeans even better

OOH we have,,,angry enjolras in this version o k a y

grantaire raises his hand before agog/aghast part omg

“i’ve never heard him ooOOOOh and aAAAAh *excited squeal*

“dan joo-wan” i love texas

bossuet spotted :)

longing gay looks NOT spotted :(

i love enjolras okay but this one is just,,,a little too aggressive. enjolras isn’t just angry all the time, he’s not that one dimensional. of course, there is more of the show to see and i hope he changes a little bit, but so far red and black isn’t doing much for me. enjolras is hopeful, not just angry.

A CAPELLA SECTION IN RED AND BLACK?? I think YES

the amis finding out lamarque is dead has “fuck trump just won the election” energy

okay i was hoping that enj would change his aggression thing when they find out lamarque is dead (bc that’s when most enjolrai figure out what may happen and kinda sober up yk) but. it doesn’t look like he did. there is hope for barricade scenes

OMG LIL NOTE ON COMBEFERRE GIVING OUT FLYERS TO AUDIENCE MEMBERS: that is fucking pERFECT and yk why?? because it’s a call to action!! it’s less obvious in DYHTPS because they’re mostly singing to each other but later in epilogue when the words and melody is repeated, it’s meant as a call to action! “will you join in our crusade, who will be strong and stand with me?” is a cALL TO ACTION AND THEY ARE HANDING FLYERS TO AUDIENCE MEMBERS—that’s officially the only way to break the fourth wall THANK YOU

hey fantine doubles as a student i think!!

HARMONIES ARE C L E A N OOOOH

(In My Life-Heart Full Of Love)

okay yes i already love cosette because she plays awkward-teen-in-love-for-the-first-time PERFECTLY.

book-ish cosette hell yes a cutie

father-daughter forehead kisses 🥺

awkward mARIUS TIMEEEEE

placing marius, éponine, and cosette in a triangle is a MARVELOUS decision thank u for that symbolism

marius checking if he looks good and ép giving him a thumbs up omg

*aggressively tries to sit normally* same cosette

*awkward curtsy* also same cosette

(Attack On Rue Plumet)

robbery time let’s see how they do this

ooh marius and cosette run off but i can’t tell if they notice gang before running

thenardier fuckin SLICES éponine after her scream

NOOOO HER LIL WHIMPER AFTER BEING THREATENED AGAIN

(One Day More)

this lil part between robbery and one day more is interesting bc i legit have NO idea what jvj is thinking here. he keeps looking between his watch (i think it’s a watch idk) and cosette after she runs off to pack so like. what. is he doing here bc he looks like he’s choosing between two things but i don’t,,know,,what things

red berets on the amis are dope btw

i think marius is discussing what to do with éponine here, which is FUN because we all know why she goes to the barricade in the brick :’) éponine might be convincing marius to go to the barricade knowing this is her chance to die with him like in the book

omg

OMG

that stomp bit with the students was the coolest fucking thing i’ve ever seen

END OF ACT ONE

act two will be posted shortly :D

#enjoy my super long analysis on WHID and Stars lmao #i went ham with the english brain #les mis #les miserables #dallas theater company #modern les mis #les amis de l'abc #les amis

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thewhiterabbit42 · 6 years ago

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Three’s Company: Part 3

Key

Chapter Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Series Pairing: Loki x Nymph!Reader x Gabriel

Summary: Gabriel shows up and does what he does best.

Word Count: 2483

Chapter Tags/Warnings: pre-relationship, a little UST

Series Tags/Warnings: Nymph!reader, slow burn, indebted!reader, smut, poly-relationship (more to come)

Author’s note: Please check the warnings / tags with each update, as this series is only loosely planned and ever evolving.

Series Masterlist - coming soon!

<< Part 2

You wonder if Gabriel knows you can sense him. Not so much his energy. He keeps that off the grid so well even your most concerted efforts can’t uncover it, and you’ve come to realize there must be some element of magic involved to help hide him.

Still, there’s something about his presence that registers. It alters the atmosphere in ways you don’t understand. It’s not a physical change. You can’t detect it with your eyes, but your other senses wake up when he’s near, as if shaking off a long sleep, and everything feels brighter.

He doesn’t announce himself, and you don’t acknowledge him. You’re in the middle of reorganizing Loki’s office, something you’ve meant to get to for weeks. More importantly, you’re not done moping yet, and you know the moment the archangel realizes you’re in a sour mood, he’ll not only try to drag you out of it, but succeed.

He gives you space, allowing you to work in silence while he lingers. The absence of him even when he’s there is just as distracting as Loki’s overbearing presence. Part of you wishes Gabriel would leave, while another doesn’t want to be alone.

The dissonance only inflames your irritability, and you shove a text onto the shelf so hard the entire bookcase jostles.

It’s the opportunity he’s been waiting for, his body suddenly rounding the side of the desk as he saunters up beside you. “What did..,” he pauses, reading the label along the spine. “The death records of the Athenian temple for Aphrodite ever do to you?”

The words are barely out of his mouth before he’s pulling it back off the shelf to verify that’s what it actually is.

“Why do we even have this?” He asks, slamming the book shut before waving it in front of you.

“What exactly do you do around here, again?” You snatch it back from his hand, and your barb earns you a pointed look.

To be fair, if he doesn’t want you asking questions you know the answer to, then neither should he.

“Bother beauties like yourself and look good doing it?” The smile he gives you is devastating, and you’re already responding. Your mood and lips lift around the edges as he leans closer, brows waggling.

Without thinking, you place your palm over his face, smothering his charm as you playfully give him a push. “Put that away.”

He bats your hand to the side, amusement dancing across his features. “I saw that smile. Don’t try to hide it. I see all.”

Clearly not, but you imagine he could if he opened his eyes a little more. Your thoughts stray to recent lore you just happened to be perusing on archangels. Special ordered. In no way related to your current company. Just like your current hotel has nothing to do with it being close enough to a library to make a reasonable request (with a reasonable tip) for staff to make a pickup for you.

He tilts his head, leaning against the bookshelf, and his stare shifts to something more appraising. “What’s that look for?”

With Loki you tend to pause before answering, mindful of the words you choose, but with Gabriel the need to censor yourself doesn’t exist. He may look like your boss, but he holds no key to your bonds.

Besides, there’s nothing you can say that’s any worse than what you’ve heard come out of his mouth.

“I was just wondering what your true form was like.”

His brows raise in tandem, and for a moment he looks on the verge of a serious answer. Any hope is dashed the moment a familiar twinkle enters his gaze.

“If you’re really interested, how about a trade: I’ll show you yours, you show me mine?”

You’re not even sure what that means, but instead of trying to make sense of it, you simply roll your eyes. You don’t need to play his game to notice what lies beneath the innuendo; a slow simmering curiosity that builds the longer you know him.

You imagine he’s seen just about everything in his long life, but you’re certain he’s never received a full blown whammy from something like you. Some can harness it. Some lose their mind. Most simply muddle through it or succumb.

You have no idea how he’d react. You’ve never tried unleashing your magic on the divine. Archangels, in particular, are a wild card. Their grace is powerful, completely unknown to you and many others. Heaven’s children tended to keep to themselves over the ages, and into their corresponding worshippers’ territories. Gabriel is a rarity on so many levels.

Which includes the fact that bad pickup lines actually sound good coming from him. Not that you’ll ever let him know that.

You snort. “Does that actually work?”

He lowers himself onto the edge of the desk, his facade dropping and revealing the casual veneer you’re accustomed to. “You can’t tell me you’ve never used a cheesy line before.”

You’ve dropped many over the ages, back when Loki used to take you into civilization. He used to allow you to mingle among humans under his distant but watchful eye, so long as it was far, far away from other supernatural beings.

The irritation from earlier bubbles up inside you, and you fix the archangel with a direct stare.

He winces before you even snap at him.

“And when do you suppose I’d have the chance to do that?”

Part of you wants to be furious at the ever closing collar around your neck. Part of you realizes you’ve long since lost the taste for meaningless encounters, so there’s little point in being let out. At least not among society.

“Is that why you’re not yourself lately?”

He’s noticed. You’re not sure why this revelation stuns you, but it does. Loki’s usually the one keeping close tabs on you. Too close these days, you guess, which is why he can’t see the forest for the trees, or your increasing need for either of them.

Gabriel has been the one hovering, however. While his counterpart often equates him to the annoying fly buzzing about one’s head, you find him amusing, increasingly endearing, and distracting in ways that have your heart rate climbing and your stomach fluttering whenever you make eye contact.

That, combined with your surprise, has you fumbling with what to say. He picks up on this as well, but this time is different. Everything about him goes eerily still.

“Just because I act shallow, doesn’t mean I always am.”

Merciful Zeus, he’s offended. You’ve seen him angry, bitter, but rarely like you’ve plucked a feather straight out of his wings.

The darks of his eyes grow wider, slowly eating away at the edges of gold, and you realize what the problem is.

“Gabriel, you should keep your distance.” You shrink away from him, allowing time for the quiet assertion to sink in as you turn and pretend to wipe lingering dust off some of the books.

His brow furrows before spiking again. “He hasn’t let you out at all, has he?” There’s no time to answer as he runs a hand through his hair. “That sonofa --”

You’ve only heard Enochian a handful of times. Loki forbids it from being spoken, but there are times, like now, the archangel slips. You have no idea what he’s saying, other than it can’t be very flattering.

He’s still muttering when he jumps off the desk, grabbing you without warning. “C’mon.”

There’s a jolt before his hand even closes around your wrist, energy sparking against your skin and sending a shockwave of effervescence through your system. A dizzying rush follows, the room whirling as the sharp, pristine contrast of black and white melts into muddied, earthen tones.

You can smell it before you see it; know on an instinctual level where you are before foliage springs up around you. You’re far from the city, but not completely off the map. You can feel the lingering imprints of human energy, but it’s background noise against the vast symphony of flora and fauna that greet every one of your senses like a long lost friend.

You let out a breath, watching the way it crystallizes on the air, before wide eyes take in your surroundings. You’ve missed the vibrant colors of autumn, arriving just in time to catch the last vestiges of life echoing in faded, ruddy, and dull tones. What remains is still breathtaking in its own way; a quiet contrast to the neutral browns and smatterings of green that still remain.

The natural beauty of this place becomes lost, however, against your panic.

“You need to bring me back,” you insist. “I don’t have permission to be here.”

You don’t have permission to be anywhere save Loki’s suite, and he’s already issued his judgment on this matter not two hours ago. He’ll be livid if he finds out you left, but it’s what remains when his pride retreats and the flames of his fury have burned out that worries you.

“Please.”

Gabriel’s taken aback by your words, and you realize you’ve never seen what disappointment looks like with him.

Anxiety overlays your misgivings, creating new ones, sending conflict careening against the constant reminder that everything you’ve craved is close enough to touch. You forget yourself, eyes closing as you breathe deep, letting it all sink beneath your skin, if only for a moment.

Gabriel whistles, low and long. “That right there, kid? Exactly why we’re staying.”

You’re head’s not above enough water to realize he’s called you a name he reserves for moments of condescension or great sympathy. All you’re aware of is need, crashing heavily over you, sweeping away your resolve with the tide and leaving a flurry of what ifs in their wake.

There’s a slow, creeping euphoria as the fibers in your being extend, reaching out to reconnect their fraying ends to organic, sturdy threads. Your arm extends, fingertips seeking out a solid source closest to you. Your feet are already moving, guided by a sense that exists only for your kind, until your hand connects with chill kissed bark and everything suddenly stills.

There is peace. It’s in the slumber radiating beneath your palm and the small pearl of life tucked away from the cold. It resonates, with the rays of summer that have kept its leaves well fed, with the rain that’s kept its innermost layers nourished.

You lean forward, your dress snagging at intervals along its rough body. You rest your cheek against it, drinking in its silent conversation with everything you have. It calms and energizes you in a way you nothing else has and you imagine never will.

The moment morphs into something different as another presence shifts closer to you, one that is unmistakably vibrant and demands to be acknowledged.

“By all means, get whatever you need to out of your system,” he tells you. “But I gotta say, if you start humping that tree, I am outta here.”

You open your eyes, pupils large and owlish, and you let out a small laugh that borders on manic.

Gabriel peers around the side of the tree, his own stare dilating in response. “Holy shit, you look about as high as the first time we took you out.”

Out. You’re out without permission. The reminder collars your innate drives, putting them back into check so you can think again.

“We should go.” Resignation has you deflating against the sturdy maple.

“Like hell we are,” he insists, hands on his hips. It’s the most serious you’ve seen him since you offered yourself as a distraction to get him (and Loki by association) out of hot water in Beijing ages ago.

He didn’t listened to you then, either.

“Just who do you think he leaves in charge when he’s away, hmmm?” He questioned. “And as temporary head honcho, I am ordering you to be here.”

Power is shared. Equal? No, not quite. Not in all matters, but hope catches in your throat nonetheless.

You try to recall the exceptions. He never deals with her. He rarely deals with you. Not in official capacity. Not often. Not without orders.

It’s clear the trickster in front of you is not used to being the leash holder, and he begins to shift beneath the weight of your silence. “...if you want to, that is.”

You continue to stare at him, and it’s as if you’re seeing him for the first time.

Gabriel, beneath the hijinks and human vessel, is as unfathomable as his true form; an infinite being, so vastly powerful, and yet he is the softness to the hardened edges that is his shared identity. He has the power to take your freedom as much as to let you taste it, and yet, his offer is based on what you want and need instead of what serves him most.

The gesture has you on the verge of tears or kissing him. You ride the impulse halfway, releasing your wooden anchor to slip your arms around him.

He goes stiff, your enthusiasm knocking him back a step as you leap at him. A part of you knows - shouldn’t touch - but he always has a way of making you forget yourself.

“Yeesh, you must be really desperate if you’re this grateful for fresh air.” He eases his awkward reaction with a good-natured tease and a small pat on your back before extricating himself from your grip.

“Go on,” he gestures toward the forest. “Enjoy, before the clock strikes midnight and we both turn into pumpkins.”

Midnight.

His eyes narrow intently. “What?”

You have no idea what’s showing on your features, only that it’s confusing the hell out of him by the look on his.

“Can we really stay out until then?” Your voice is uncharacteristically timid, a fail-safe chiding with a distant too much the moment the words have left your mouth.

You immediately regret it. You shouldn’t ask for more, not when he’s being so generous already. A brief but intense debate sparks, the outcome muting the brightness in your eyes.

“Never mind.” You shake your head, ashamed to have even thought of pushing, let alone saying anything.

A brief touch along the side of your face brings you back again, though you hold off on looking up. You don’t want him to see your disappointment, to mistake it for being thankless.

“Sweetheart, we can stay out as long your heart desires.”

His answer sweeps you completely out to sea, gratitude restoring the brightness to your gaze. This time you do kiss him, lips catching the corner of his in thoughtless haste. You dance away just as quickly, twirling through the leaves, your excitement blinding you to the way every molecule in his being grinds to a halt and how he deliberately keeps his distance for the next few hours.

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lovelycutebeauty · 6 years ago

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For me, for now.

Hi, I'm Sajan. Sajan Arun P, and I am no longer ashamed of my name but, I am still ashamed of myself. I'm working on that. I want to speak of things. I don't know what or how but I want to try and that counts. Doesn't it? . Snippets of me. With hints of advice. . Consider me your average human. I like things. I like doing things and I dislike things and dislike doing things. Somethings are more important than the others. I love more than I can hate. I even love that I have the ability to hate. So, your extreme optimist. This also indicates that I dream a lot. I have crazy energy backed up with spontaneous ideas. NOTHING CAN STOP ME. Other than, of course, the usual dry spell and depressive moods. I can function properly to an extent. I need recharge time which changes as steadily as my mood swings. . Don't apologise for what you feel. Hide it if necessary but never apologize. . I believe that words are words and should not be censored just like body parts. Although a disclaimer would be nice. Right and wrong should not be left to the unempathethic and unjust. I believe that everyone and everything deserves love and forgiveness. There can be necessary evils in the past but we must not continue using that excuse. Speaking of excuses, if you use them. Make up for it. Also, I'm agnostic. . You are the boss of you. Move accordingly. . Romantic relationships are important but, not the sole fucking reason of existence. Love people, love things, love beliefs, love yourself, love for Love's sake or don't. Up to you. Just don't be blinded and conceited. Love is supposed to be understanding and mindful. It is a mixture. It is wholesome. It can be felt. Love is nice. I hope everyone feels, falls and gets to be loved. Truly. . Never confuse drama with happiness. . I like to watch, write, listen, read, think, express, eat, drink and other various common human activities. You know, dissolve myself into the night sky with just enough stars. Binge watch shows. Binge eat ice cream. Start exercising and forget about it. I want to see more of the world.. Want to see more of my life. People, things, and unexplored parts of the universe! . There's more to your life than the eye can see. Explore in different ways. . I love people. Normal people. Broken people. Healing people. Growing people. I want to be able to help people. I may not be the best fit but I'm not meant to be saving everyone. I can only try to "never be cruel...always be kind" but, hey I'm broken and healing and growing too. I do not have all the answers. I don't even have my answers. I stick to my convenient ways and can only hope to get better ways. I want to help both you and me. To the best I can. . I want to get better, along with everything and everyone. . I also love caramel and butterscotch ice creams and milkshakes. I hate tomatoes, onions, brinjals, cinnamon, cloves, cardamoms, saffron and some people. I'm working on that. I love art and texts. Confrontations and frankness. Tv shows and friends. Movies and skies. Rocks and space. Music and writing. Chemistry and puns. Hugs and nice pillows. Alcohol and correcting grammar while I ignore mine. And much much more that I'll keep to myself. These are mine. I may share them and that's okay. . When I love, I love. . Maybe I love too much. I would've settled for that description but it doesn't work. I'm afraid of not loving enough. I don't know if I can love everything. Nope, I know it. I can't. I simply wouldn't be able to. I am human. I love what I can experience and that is limited. That's why I can never have favourites but I will later on. When I give up on loving everything. Maybe I'll decide that I've loved enough. Maybe I will know what and whom to love. Maybe I will. . At least that's what I think and hope. . I hate goodbyes. It crushes me each time. My defense mechanism isn't perfect. Bad days are when I'm not even Sajan anymore. I don't know how to feel. I can pretend. It's easier than it looks if you know a few tricks but it'll always slip out. I'm afraid that I'll grow up to be the equivalent of melancholy. Unfortunately, I romanticize that future. I somehow convinced myself that that is the best version of me. It's a guilty pleasure. Let's move on. . Pain should be understood. Not hated. . Know this, ye who listens. What I have told you is merely the present's understanding. It will change. I will grow. I will break. I will heal. History may repeat itself, so might I. Take from this what you will, I have said my piece. . The tale is sung. Will you listen to more or will you sing your own?

-T.B

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chromemuffin · 7 years ago

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Quan Zhi Gao Shou / The King’s Avatar Manhua (Chapters 6-10)

Onto the next five chapters! Thank you to everyone who read my weird ramblings in the first part!

There will probably be some overlap between this liveblog and my liveblog of the novel, but I’ll try to minimize it.

Chapter 6: Thief Shouting Thief

How nice of you to offer to help dry clean his coat, Chen Guo!

xD Ye Xiu’s “Oh...” reaction.

Ah, so he actually said this through audio. I couldn’t tell when I read this part in the novel. That makes it funnier, him saying it with that flat expression. And Sleeping Moon’s “Hello my ASS” comment haha.

Decided to live up to that ‘shameless’ label, I see. The funny thing about this being in-game is that you can have that comedic moment of Sleeping Moon pointing up at the banner and have it not be a sort of fourth wall thing you’re supposed to ignore for the sake of the story. Like, the notification can actually be on screen here.

Did you not learn your lesson, like you really think you can screw him over, haha.

The names aren’t as fun this time around, though: Drifting Water, Sunset Clouds, Seven Fields. I think these guys have more experience than the previous party though, so perhaps that is meant to reflect that.

lol this time, no one is fooled. I love the chibis. Everyone’s expressions are really great throughout this thing, actually.

Actually it’d be better to say: use him for hard labor, then kick him out.

I LOVE THE HONESTY. AND THE IRONY.

You actually made your in-game avatar yawn. I know it’s a first person game and this is technically just an expression of the characters in real life for the benefit of the readers, but.

There was no way to represent the hilarity of these panels without screenshotting them all. Their progression through the cave, each expression changing with each panel, the little “being careful” vs. “vigorous strides”. I love how they’re so on edge, and Ye Xiu is looking bored. And Sleeping Moon looks like a scary imp.

I need to make icons of all the funny expressions made in this manhua or something.

lol after their wild theorizing on how he could be that good or pull off those combos, they then go “you know what, we shouldn’t piss this guy off” to being in awe of his skill.

Chapter 7: A Showdown in Spider Cave

T-the little chibi characters trying to climb up giant Lord Grim...it’s so cute.

LITTLE MOON MOON. I actually remember this from the animation, but it’s still hilarious.

AH. It’s Blue Brook Guild’s arrival on scene...They’re half the reason I got so confused with all the names in the first place. Their names all follow a theme and they’re too similar urgh. Ok. I’ll get it straight this time.

Pretty boy here is Blue River, yes?

Lol, DRAMATIC FIRST KILL CLAIMING SHOT--

Oh, never mind someone beat you to it!

lol someone who’s not freaking out about it right this moment. I liked Blue River in the animation, he was a fun character.

Chapter 8: Seizing first kill by ten seconds’ lead

They needed 11 ellipses for the silence that befell them after they were done killing the boss.

And back with the ragtag team with Lord Grim...they’re singing his praises up the wall.

Poor Little Moon Moon. Why do I keep screencapping him? His super dejected expressions are gold, that’s why.

He’s a far cry from his confident, smug first appearance:

remember when he had some class?? xD

Ah, I remember when everyone started calling him Little Moon Moon too xD I love how no one even listens when he threatens them to stop calling him that.

We’re all adults here. Don’t be childish. It’s just a game. Don’t let this upset you.

words of wisdom to live by. too bad a lot of people are so horrible at this irl.

Blue River’s manhua version is so pretty...I have a weakness for bishounen characters, ok. Even if he’s currently just a character in a game and I don’t know what his real life character looks like.

OH GOD. it’s the nice ones that snap first.

I wish they would decide whether they want to censor curse words or not...I’m not going crazy, am I? It was spelled out some chapters ago.

CHEN GUO. “You don’t want to live anymore!?” She went to sleep, got up in the morning when it’s nice and sunny, and he’s still playing...Furthermore, he’s teamed up with the guy who trash talked him and everyone is willingly giving up drops to him. No wonder she’s bewildered.

I mean, it’s stopped absolutely no one before, but yes he has a point.

“You not only transformed your foes, you made them your followers as well!?”

The madness and shenanigans of the 10th server are just beginning.

What a handsome Ye Xiu. You do not look like you pulled an all-nighter. You should be dead on your feet.

But aww, Chen Guo fixed up the spare room for him. She did feel bad about it earlier, I remember from the novel.

Uh, is he taking his shirt off to sleep in the middle of winter...? he didn’t bring a change of clothes or anything either.

Chapter 9: I was exiled to to the Qin Mountains in the autumn wind

What’s with the chapter title this time around? I think I’m missing so many references here.

The press conference and announcement of Ye Qiu’s retirement was a strong moment in the animation, and it’s presented nicely here as well. The look on Ye Xiu’s face is particularly painful, as he stands alone in the back of the room essentially watching the last 7 years of his life summed up on screen.

As well as Chen Guo being absolutely devastated that her idol retired. Haha, he’s still coming out right and telling her his identity, but she doesn’t believe him.

The irony in asking if he wants tissues to cry over Ye Qiu’s retirement, and he says “Why would I? How could I ever cry?” when he really has the most cause to cry out of anyone at that moment.

For someone who was never into publicity and stuff, he has a suuper charismatic smile apparently. Look at that thing.

omg yeah I remember now, Sleeping Moon being a fan of Ye Qiu and depressed that he retired. Must be so awkward for Ye Xiu.

Speaking of awkward, he feels awkward having to keep relying on the others, in his words ‘free labor’ lol. I don’t think his feelings were so clear in the animation.

Wow, these skeletons are well-drawn. And wonderfully gross.

Chapter 10: At the blue bridge, you returned to Changan with the spring snow

Had to take this page directly, I wanted to get a better look at all the character designs. Aaah, I really love the designs. All the little details~

Ooh, so this is where the manhua works in its explanation of the weapon types. Nice little graphics to go with it too.

Was this the best image to pick to go along with the idea of ‘professional research facility to create silver weapons’...?

So Blue River is Blue Bridge Spring Snow, but in the 10th server. Thaaat’s not confusing at all. (his name is a reference to the chapter title which is a line from a poem, right?)

T-the Cleric’s name is Bound Boat...

I didn’t recognize her at first either. HAHA Ye Xiu was also surprised.

I do like Chen Guo’s explanation why she doesn’t think Ye Qiu should retire, she’s quite perceptive and analytical. Even though this is her idol, she sees that his performance hasn’t been good and that was probably why Excellent Era used him as a scapegoat over the years (apparently more than once).

Once again, the designs are so nice. And we get a little sneak peek of the real people behind the characters.

lol Ye Xiu not listening to Chen Guo at all. SHE WAS ONTO SOMETHING, TOO.

“But that machine’s the server!” “I’m the boss.” hehe Chen Guo is too much.

“I forgot to read the guide.”

oh no. so much for mr. textbook player.

← back・onward →

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chooseandact · 8 years ago

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(These replies are making a monstrosity themselves.) Tagging @insectoid5, @frozenartscapes, @ultranos, @kalikoke, @hathor-frozen, @myfanfictiongarden, @mighty-meerkat, et al.

EDIT: (And again, I spawn another monstrosity. *sigh*)

@frozenartscapes reblogged your post and added: Don’t forget, I also brought in Yama and his cronies from Big Hero 6 (source). So there’s also the possibility of dragging gang activity into this as well.

(Also I now officially headcanon that all the recruiters for the Org are named Joe. Not as fake names, but real names. It gets confusing really quickly. It also doesn’t help because of Family Guy, but I also picture all of them voiced by Patrick Warburton.)

Don’t worry, @frozenartscapes, I didn’t forget Yama. I mentioned them in “DA!prompt #3” with the same source. You should’ve got a notification, but I mis-typed everyone’s “@”, so it didn’t send. :( Also, I really like the idea the male recruiters all sound like Kronk (That’s who I asssociate Patrick with; I never watched Family Guy.) More stuff below.

@myfanfictiongarden reblogged your post and added: […] Anyway, I see @chooseandact that you wrote quite a few characters down. While it would be fun to see all the HoND crew interact with Judge Frollo and our Frozen gang, add some BH6 and spy Rapunzel…. I´m for keeping things small. You can only devote so much time to one character, but with more then 8? Each of them has their own storyline etc. etc. it could be too much.

What I am with is a good funny spy-fic, with DA!Verse Elsa on a mission, Kristof, Tadahi and Anna along making things crazyer [sic], D standing somewhere, and the all evil trio Weaselton-Hans-Frollo (Frollo is such a bad guy even Hans can learn more from him-wait, is Frollo still a judge in DA!Verse? I hope so)

I hope, I could help and we could bring this baby to live :)

From one DA!rookie to another: Welcome to the club! I know I listed many characters, but that doesn’t mean we have to use everyone. They’re just some of the many people available to use in the background. Like I said, I thought adding HoND and the others strained disbelief. However, I think we can benefit by keeping just Judge Frollo and Phoebus, even if they make brief appearances:

With Frollo, we get a sense of some of the legal system’s failures (If any of us knows some basic legal stuff, it could help, but no need to go overboard [says the one who scoured the DA!depths for sources!]. If not, we can use Wikipedia or TV courts, e.g. any CSI, any Law & Order, etc.). Elsa has noticed most of the goons she sees are almost always the same people from Yama’s gang, even after honest cops have picked them up. She has suspicions but cannot act on them because of Org work.

With Phoebus, we get laughs as Sgt. Wesel tries to explain his theories to his superior, only for Phoebus to brush him off as (1) the force’s resident paranoiac, and (2) a Living Legend in the bad sense – from Phoebus’ POV, Wesel has been out of touch with reality for a while (we readers know he’s more right than he could ever imagine), but he can’t be dismissed from the force because he did Great Things in his past (and won’t let you forget it, to everyone’s ire) and has employment seniority, so he’s protected even more the local cop union. And we get a trio of good cops (Kristoff, Tadashi, and Phoebus) who sometimes simply meet just to talk, which counters your Evil Trio of Hans, Wesel and Frollo.

@mighty-meerkat reblogged your post and added: […] It’s been so long since I wrote any Mariselsa, but I kind of want Marisol at the party as well in some capacity. Maybe she’s on a separate search-and-destroy-information mission for a different handler, which immediately puts a massive spanner in Elsa’s works, because Marisol is…not very good at damage control. If she’s trying to set the place on fire, Elsa’s attempts at discretion are literally going to go up in smoke.

I like that idea! Here’s some more fic welding then: Hans is both terrified and furious at Elsa’s threat, as linked previously. He attends the gang boss’ party, as do Our Heroes, Marisol, Rapunzel (on loan from the German Org as a Field Test), Wesel, and Frollo (and Wesel’s two thugs, but as background only). Marisol has her own mission, which indeed counters Elsa’s goal and sets the building ablaze. Everyone escapes: Marisol goes her way, Elsa tracks the female target I mentioned in DA!prompt #3 (she can be the high-profile target or someone else in the hierarchy), and the rest of Our Heroes return to the Arendelle’s and await Elsa’s return. Everything unfolds as explained in DA!prompt #3, which ends in a fight that wounds Elsa, kicking off the beginning of @frozenartscapes’ fic Call for Help.

@insectoid5 reblogged your post and added: I commend you for thinking this through so thoroughly! That’s the sort of thing I don’t have the energy to do, usually […]

I love your idea of adding spy!Rapunzel, and we may as well add Cassandra (from Tangled: The Series), because I can totally see her fitting in at the Org. I can totally see Elsa being a spy, given her usual stealthy missions. Which will last up to the point where she falls out of a tree and spooks the person she’s watching. 😅

Maybe the Org has some kind of vocational cover story for banks and tax people. Like, I dunno… life insurance. 😂 (I volunteer @frozenartscapes to come up with a better one.)

[…] Also: every recruiter is named Joe: perfect! (Though how their superiors will know if all the Joes are doing a good job, if they don’t have some way of telling them apart, e.g., “tall Joe”, “short Joe”…). If a small, obscure Frozen ship can have an archivist/historian, I don’t see why this AU shouldn’t have one. You’re nominated! 😄

Why thank you! And it all started from a dress pic… In the words of Gord Bamford: “It ain’t your eyes, your lips, your nose, your hips / That got me in this mess / Blame it on that red dress” (If you didn’t notice, I think Anna’s dress/fan should keep the style but be fire-engine red bc red hair & all)

re: “Joes”: I was inspired by a scene in the Transformers 3 novel, where 3 secret agents appear. They dress the same and are not related despite all 3 being referred to only as “Johnson”, yet you still can tell who’s talking. The Org’s “Joes” are similar: they don’t need identifiers, even though “their appearance [has] been carefully conceived to leave no lasting impression on anyone who might see them.” (TF book) When someone calls for “Joe”, somehow they just know which one is needed. No one knows how or why. Elsa is unnerved and D is disturbed, even though he hired them. Anna tries to make the obligatory “take your average Joe” joke, but Elsa stops her preemptively, saying an unknown Org person did that the day after Elsa joined. Org rumor has it they were never seen again. The next day, all the Joes arrived 10 min. late with flecks of mud on their Men in Black-style suit pants’ cuffs, and Every. Single. File. with the person’s name (the digital/physical ones backed-up in triplicate, database, weapons logs, bank info, etc.) had the name wiped. Not black censor bar. Wiped. Eventually, they faded from collective memory and exist only as a rumor from senior Agents to rookies.

On the topic of the missing Org person, I found two more Org members: an unnamed duo who reviewed Elsa’s test scores and assigned her to “wetwork specialist” (from the same source as Chamomile Tea “Joe”)

Thank you for the nomination as DA!historian, and I accept the position! I’ll do what I can, when I can, but I cannot promise I will remember everything. As you can see above, I’m trying to make a coherent timeline of events for a chrono DA!blog master post. Still needs (lots of) work & is FAR from finished.

One last thought: would you all be willing to do this fic as a multi-author collab? One person writes one segment, and the next part is handed off to another, all while keeping the basic plot points as outlined above and elsewhere. I’m afraid I can’t do much beyond outlines atm bc Life™ & extreme unfamiliarity with writing fics/dialogue/scene-setting/etc (I know, get experience by writing whenever, no one is perfect the first time, etc.). Thoughts?

#Domestic Assassin AU

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queennicoleinboots · 5 years ago

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Why Are You Putting My Good Hand Towel in the Toilet? (Peter POV)

Written: May 2019

I walked into the bathroom because as usual, I had to pee. I probably had to poop, too, but I wasn't sure. My bowels and I have a strained relationship. But that's not the worst thing that was happening in my life right now. Xara, my horrible housekeeper, was using my GOOD hand towel to clean my toilet? What the heeeeck?

"Why the heck are you using my good hand towel to clean my stinking toilet?" I asked her.

"Well, your toilet brush is falling apart. The bristles fall off the brush if I so much as LOOK at the dang thing!" she yelled at me. That woman was always yelling at me.

"I have a Chuck-E-Cheese toilet brush you can use!" I yelled back.

"Yeah, dude. It's hanging from your ceiling! I am not about to go on a ladder and fetch it! Get out of here, Peter," she said.

"Well, you don't need to stinking use my good hand towel either!" I screamed.

"Hey. At least I'm not using my tongue," she said. What the heck? Why does she always say weird stuff to me like that? Come on.

"I WASN'T expecting you to!!!!" I yelled incrediously. "Gosh. I mean, you can use one of your cleaning rags or a cleaning brush. Why the heck do you need to use my. good. hand. towel?"

"Your cleaning rags are all used because some jerkface hasn't done the laundry in a couple of weeks. And your cleaning brush is losing bristles like you're losing brain cells," she answered. This wench was obsessed with IQs and losing brain cells, I swear.

"Have you thought about just not freaking touching my toilet?" I asked her.

She laughed at me as usual. "Yes. But the hell with you, I'm going to touch your toilet anyway," she answered.

"You talk to your boss like that?" I asked.

"I want to say worse to my tall, awkward, pain in the neck, curly-haired boss from the sewers," she said with a smile as she shoved my good hand towel deep in the toilet.

I made a gritting sound with my teeth and stared at her intently. It was official. I wanted to kill her. But something stopped me. Maybe it was the fact that I admittedly found her entertaining. Plus, I had to pee. Maybe I had to poop, too.

"All right. You're done. Get out of my bathroom. I really need to pee," I said. I could feel my bowels moving.

"Come on, Peter. I just cleaned the toilet. But I have a better idea," she said as she opened her mouth wide. "Why don't you pee outside?"

I rolled my eyes and then walked over to her. "Xara, you're not serious," I said with a smirk. "Get the heck out of here. I really gotta gooooooo!!!"

"But I am. I am trying to keep this toilet clean," she said with a smile.

I felt a strong urge to pee. "Xara! Come on. Go on. Get out of here," I whined. I could feel a stream of urine about to exit out of me. Oh pee. Oh crap. Oh no.

All of a sudden, I pushed her out of the way before I pulled my pants down and did my business. I looked up at the ceiling and tried to pretend none of this was happening. As awkward as the situation felt, it was about to get worse. I was relieved, or thought I was.

Before I knew it, I had to censor some of this story because no one needs to know what exorcism happened to me.

I breathed and was relieved that I stopped for just a moment. Uh oh. I felt myself have to go again. Just as I began to wipe myself, I went again.

"Oh Lord! Please forgive me for every sin I have done in the last 54 years!" I screamed. The toilet was decimated.

I looked over and to my horror, I saw Xara staring at me. I made a "Whoa" noise. I squirmed on the toilet and screamed. "Why are you still here?!"

Xara was laughing her head off as she normally does. Her heart looked like it was going to leap out of her chest. "I'm sorry, Peter. I would have left, but your bathroom experience was the finest performance I've ever seen," she said before laughing again. "I'm not sure whether to be ar-amused or disgusted." She snorted when she laughed.

I courtesy flushed and was speechless. "You're so crazy," I said as I stared at her incredulously. "Why on Earth did you not escape?"

"I couldn't. I was mesmerized by you taking an impromptu dump in front of me. I am still in disbelief," she said.

"Says the crazy wench who sent me a picture of Chuck-E-Cheese toilet paper with poop coloring his fur! Didn't help that you were more female than usual. Lord have mercy. Jesus," I said.

She grinned and stuffed the hand towel in her white apron. "Well, that was hilarious, but you taking a dump in front of me was absolutely golden. Hahahahaha. And I'm keeping this hand towel. It might have some of your DNA on it. I need to make an army of Peters to take over the world," she said.

"Xara, you're so crazy!" I said before I felt the pipes in my toilet about to burst. "No really. You gotta get out of here."

"You need to finish?" she asked.

"No. It's worse!" I yelled before there was a nuclear explosion out of my toilet. An endless stream of water erupted from my toilet and started flooding the bathroom. "TAKE COVER!!!"

Xara was swimming in the toilet water before the door exploded and a flood whooshed out of the bathroom to invade the rest of the house. My poor mother was walking in the hallway, God bless her soul. She looked up at the giant wave that kept coming out of the bathroom and into the whole house.

"My Goodness, Peter, what happened?!" my mother asked.

"EVERYTHING. And I'm sorry. I'll never do it again!" I screamed before the pipes exploded even more. "Aaaaagggfghhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Xara was swimming in the water and laughing. She could barely breathe from the smell and shock of it all. Did she deserve it? Sure why not? Ever since I met her a year and nine months ago, my life has been an absolute nightmare. May she drown in my toilet water! It is the only justice she deserves. Ha ha.

My father wheeled out to see what the smell was. "Oh Lord," he said as he tried to escape the ever growing wave. He now sailed out of the house in the toilet water. Oh Lord. The neighbors could probably see the flood coming out of my house. I was embarrassed beyond belief. The entire contents of my toilet lay waste in the neighborhood.

To make matters worse, another bane of my existence, Ted the Alligator, was swimming in my toilet and enjoying it. He had another crocodile friend with him.

"Drain the swamp! Drain the swamp!" he and his friend chanted.

"Hey Xara. How are you?" Ted asked.

"Well, I'm confused. I'm not sure how I should feel right now. I'm swimming in my jerkbutt boss's toilet, so I am just speechless," she answered before she cried with laughter. "Who is your friend?"

Ted laughed, too. "Well, it's warm in here," he said as he swam along. "Plenty of food here."

"My name is Jack," the crocodile said.

Xara laughed and kept swimming. "Nice to meet you, Jack."

"What is that smell?!" Xara's client who owned Ted asked. "That's awful. Smells like the sewer exploded here. Ted, Jack, can we get out of here?"

No one answered. We were all too embarrassed. I was thankful he was partially blind. I sat on the toilet in the middle of my driveway. The bottom half of me was completely covered in toilet water. I just stared at the neighborhood in complete and utter shock. At least I wasn't alone. My mother had a toilet garden, and I was now part of it. I used to hate that toilet garden more than life itself, but because I'm Peter W. Parker, the drywall finisher with bad luck, I was the head piece of the toilet garden. Only me.

The End

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Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews... Fargo (S03E02) The Principle of Restricted Choice Airdate: April 26, 2017 @fxnetworks @fargofx Ratings: 1.061 Million :: 0.32 18-49 Demo Share Score: 9.25/10 **********SPOILERS BELOW********* This is not a great week for Carrie Coon and technology... Here, as (*ex* chief Gloria Burgle) she has no use for computers in police work and on top of that, as silly as it sounds, it's like machines are completely ignoring her from cell phones to door censors. Radiation was a theory we threw around in the Spotlight Saga workroom for what she's experiencing in Fargo, and I'm actually going to second that theory for her Nora Durst character in 'The Leftovers'. This isn't really too important so I'm dismissing its notion as a cross-spoiler, but on the HBO show appearing in concurrent to the airing of Fargo, she recently had problems with anything from parking meters, to touch screens, to airport kiosks, to her GPS etc... After three seasons of Fargo, I'm constantly playing back scenes and getting as close as possible to the television, because I feel like if I close-in enough that the writing is quite literally on the wall. As far fetched as the two shows that air on totally different networks being somehow connected (even loosely), wouldn't surprise me though. Both shows are so out there that I don't dismiss any theory as silly or impossible. Everything is possible in both the world of 'Fargo' and 'The Leftovers', anything and everything. Speaking of connections... The end of Fargo S2 had us all floored. Posters and writing on the wall were, as I said, everywhere, ALIENS ALIENS ALIENS, and here we are starting off S03E02 with Gloria flipping through Science Fiction novels that her step-father, Ennis, wrote. It's these little things that have me the most excited... After thumbing through the books her recently departed step-father had written, Gloria pulls up a news article titled 'Sci-Fi Scribe Wins Golden Planet', with a picture of her stepfather and another man holding an award in front of the Motel where the crazy scene at the end of S2 took place... Where aliens actually landed and blood was shed. Not even a minute into 'Fargo's 2nd episode of S3 and I've already written two paragraphs and combed over every corner of every frame of every shot for a possible Easter Egg. This show has me massively paranoid and way too attentive. Not kidding, two of us just spent 10 minutes (by now at the time of this sloppy editing job, I've watched it three times through) trying to figure out what the last name of the author of the article next to it was... The article titled 'More Food Chains Converting!' What's funny is that it probably bears no importance or connection to anything whatsoever... But what if it does?! So goes just a sliver of the mystery and allure of the legendary 'Fargo'. Once again, I have to comment on the general awesomeness of this cast. I've already gushed over everyone, but now America has a new face of fantastic to add to our pulpy brand of acting honorables... David Thewlis, or as we know him on Fargo, 'VM Varga'. You probably know him from the Harry Potter films as Remus Lupin, but the man has been around and made his mark for decades, just never quite like this. He's not only survived two episodes of 'Fargo', which is extremely hard to do... But he's also created quite the looming threat in the most polite, cheery, yet devastatingly creepy way possible in a very short amount of time. And yes, if you take a little internet surf to www.vmvarga.com some serious fucked up shit can and WILL happen, though I'm 100% positive that not everyone will be thrown off of a parking structure. Chance it at your own risk. Croatian soap vet Goran Bogdan (Yuri Gurka) and Chinese break-fast dialect coach Andy Yu (Meemo) aren't exactly the friendliest faces (at least not as Varga's right hand men), and you wouldn't want to chance them showing up out of nowhere to trace your lineage before an extremely violent act. We get more 'Emmit' Ewan McGregor than we do Ray, and while I believe both McGregors will shine, we definitely needed a good dose of Emmit to balance out last week's Ray & Nikki Swango heavy episode. We also get a hefty injection of Carrie Coon's character Gloria Gurgle. She quickly comes to the realization that dissolving her precinct into the county was a bad idea, as the new chief, played by Shea Whigham, is a hard-ass and quite futuristic with his insisted use of computers used outside of their original packaging. Gloria is chastised for living in the past and allowed to follow up on her lead, but is told to promptly take a few days off. Her lead is pretty much a bust. Like most that live in the world of Fargo, the convenient store clerk, Earl (played by a straight faced Darryl Shuttleworth) is both ignorant & clueless and is certain that Scoot McNairy's 'Maurice LeFay' was a twitchy Russian who possibly was well versed in the manufacturing of methamphetamine from frozen orange concentrate. That's a real thing, you know. 😂 Earl is the type of man who is a massive Gophers fan and still keeps his phone books tied down to the counter via a chain... After all, "Remember the 70's? People used to steal 'em all the time," and it's really hard to argue the logic that a Gophers' game wouldn't inspire great insight and photographic like memory. Why is it always the Russians? At least Gloria gets the phone book that Maurice jacked a page from Earl to incorrectly track down her step-father, kill him, and steal his worthless collection of stamps... Could lead her to 'something to solve'. Obviously S3 of Fargo is nothing without the styles of Mary Elizabeth Winstead... This week Nikki Swango is conflicted about her future with Ray. One moment she's calming his worries about Maurice being traced back to him, directly using the words to describe any possible chance of a 'solve' as 'Unfathomable Pinheadery'. For the record, Apple refuses to acknowledge 'Pinheadery' as a word, obviously this must change (petition, anyone?). Also, if anyone you know, boss or otherwise, even talks unknowingly about your girlfriend or boyfriend's ass, do not get caught up in a moment of awe and refer to them by name and say something to the tune of 'Scotty's right. You've got a real nutcracker back there.' WTF? Of course you'll need 'some sort of psychic drano' to unblock all that negative chi... Especially, and I mean ESPECIALLY, if you have an important Bridge tournament coming up around the corner. For that kinda pressure you'll need all your faculties in order. We also are given a fantastic Ewan on Ewan scene at the incredibly offensive hour of 10:30 pm that leads to complete and utter chaos that only happens in this snow-white world of the Northern Midwest. The cosmic chi had its psychic drano flushing out years of bad Ewan on Ewan tensions over cars and stamps, but what does it matter when there are Chekhov's Guns everywhere. Nikki Swango taking offense to the donkey portrait in place of the stamp, forcing her hand to 'deploy a used feminine hygiene product as a weapon...' I can't! 😂 It's one bad decision after another, and as if any of this wasn't already enough for a jam packed episode, Varga makes his move into the Stussy HQ. Didn't you hear? They've been talking about expanding their IT department, as least that's the case if you ask Emmit's incredibly protective partner, Sy Feltz (a little too protective if you ask me). Sy is yet another actor stepping back into the forefront, perhaps you remember The Coen Brother's Oscar Nominee Film 'A Serious Man'... Yup, that's Michael Stuhlbarg who was literally born to play Sy. I love that we are seeing established acting greats, as well as men and women who've just barely flown under the radar, and fresh faces coming together to make this ensemble cast one of Fargo's best yet. I just simply love Fargo, and am still just reeling that it's finally back. There will always be a place for these, not so true, true stories to light up our screen.

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