#I think Colin mentioned that she always wants to win everything and we all know that she always tries to one up Gregory
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I am rewatching bridgerton s3 again before part 2 drops and am hoping beyond hoping that Hyacinth will turn out to be bit of a tomboy when she gets her story
#sheâs always running after her older brothers when they do some cool shit#Like how in ep1 Benedict Anthony and Gregory run out of the room to try out that new bow Colin brought and Hyacinth the lil cutie#just scuttles after them. plus doesnât she like LOVE to leave her brothers in the dust and best them in everything?#I think Colin mentioned that she always wants to win everything and we all know that she always tries to one up Gregory#so like I want her to do some âboyâ stuff in her story?#to be independent/have her own head a bit like Eloise?#but she also actually does something like Kate? maybe also riding? or going on hunts? though I think maybe thatâs to fsrfetched the time#maybe they stick to the bow & arrow detail they introduced this season? would be nice tooâŠ#with the riding it doesnât even have to be like competitive riding/betting on a winners and more like just. general#general contact with horses. just seeing her brush their fur or pet themâŠ#I just think that if we have Benedictâs artsy type in the family we need a sporty girl/jock as well. and I want that to be Hyacinth#OUUU MAYBE FENCING????#we saw the 3 bothers fencing in their garden. maybe Hyacinth just nags them long enough & they eventually teach her/she picks up some moves.#THAT WOULD BW SONCOOL#bridgerton#bridgerton s3#hyacinth bridgerton#minee
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Things I liked and disliked about Bridgerton season 2 (spoilers below the cut)
Fair warning itâs very long and itâs pretty much just self-catharsis because I needed to write out my thoughts so you can scroll past if you want
Liked:
Kanthonyâs chemistry - everyoneâs been saying it but itâs off the charts and this season definitely outdid the last one in this regard. The sexual tension was unbearable, to the point where I punched my desk out of frustration more than once. They only had one sex scene but thatâs all it took to send me over the edge.Â
Jonathan and Simoneâs performances - they were the highlight and if they donât get any nominations or wins this awards season I will be SO UPSET. I might have issues with the way the writers adapted Kanthonyâs love story from the book (which Iâll get into) but Jonny and Simone WERE Anthony and Kate. They bodied those characters, period. And as the eldest daughter/older sister to a younger sister in a desi family, I related to Kate even more than I did in the book and I 100% owe that to Simone. She captured Kateâs essence so well and youâre rooting for her from the start.
Benedict - obviously anyone who knows me also knows that this man is my favorite character on the show and I loved every single scene with him in it. I enjoyed seeing him grapple with his art career and also seeing the seeds of his impending identity crisis from AOFAG being sown in this season. Not to mention his comedic timing and one liners were everything. I just wish we got more of him.
Kate and Eloise - this friendship was everything to me and Iâm so glad we got those few moments because they do have a lot in common. But again this is something Iâd like to have seen more of.
The Dancing On My Own and Wrecking Ball scenes - I loved both those covers and the tension in those scenes was impeccable so I had to give them a separate shoutout. Not to mention both of those scenes are such major turning point in their relationship because they both forced Kate and Anthony to take a good look at their relationship and confront their feelings for one another.
Bridgerton family scenes - this is kind of a given but I did really enjoy their scenes, particularly the ABC ones. Obviously the best was the Bridgertons and Sharmas dancing together. I also loved Anthony and Gregory talking about Edmund, as well as the role reversal of Daphne talking to Anthony and trying to get him to see whatâs so clear to her. And of course Anthonyâs scenes with Violet. Especially when he just broke down in front of her when he realized Kate was okay.Â
Eloise figuring out Penelope was Lady Whistledown - although in the books the Whistledown mystery wasnât really much of a plotline till RMB, it never made sense to me that Eloise didnât once question that it couldâve been Penelope. It felt like kind of an insult to her intelligence. It makes much more sense that she figured it out first, honestly. The drama that ensued between Eloise and Penelope this season wasnât that interesting to me (or rather it made Penelope less likable because she regressed in character development) but I did like this part specifically. It seems in-character for Eloise so Iâm happy about that. And overall I think Eloise learned a lot this season and grew up a bit more.
Colin visiting Marina and talking to Phillip - this may be one of the only side plots I actually enjoyed and wouldnât have minded seeing more of. Iâm glad Marina got to speak her mind with Colin, and that he was able to apologize as well as get some closure. Not to mention him nerding out over plants with Phillip was the absolute best. And I love that Phillip and Marinaâs relationship, as well as their relationship with their kids, already looks healthier than it was in TSPWL. I love Philoise but I always had an issue with the way JQ treated Marina, and (so far at least) Iâm liking the direction the show is headed with this specific plotline.
Disliked:
The amount of time spent on the Featherington plot - maybe if they had made it interesting it wouldâve been nice to watch but it just wasnât at all. Thatâs just my opinion though Iâm sure others might feel differently.
The Sharma family - Edwina and Mary took some real character assassination in this season, Edwina especially. Edwina in the book doesnât have much substance but the one thing that is absolute is that she cares about her sister just as much as Kate cares about her. That sister relationship is just as important in TVWLM as the love story. The Edwina I know would never have taken Kate for granted the way she did in the show, nor would she have ever had the audacity to make her feel like an outsider by calling her a HALF-SISTER. And as for Mary, I donât have much against her, simply because the show didnât develop her or give her much of a relationship with Kate. I do wish she had stood up for Kate when Edwina unfairly took her anger out on her, because that only ended up ostracizing Kate more. #justiceforkatesharmacanigiveherahugplease
The lack of elaboration on Kateâs trauma + the library scene - in TVWLM the beginning of the exploration of Kateâs trauma with thunderstorms is in the library scene. That was so crucial to Anthony and Kateâs relationship and it should have been longer, preferably word-for-word from the book. I understand itâs an adaptation but you canât change the core moments of a relationship, moments that are the reason this couple is so loved, and then expect the same results. That scene in the book is incredibly pivotal for them emotionally and it was honestly reduced to a moment of sexual tension which is such a disservice. They had PLENTY of those moments in the show and they needed more emotional ones. They needed that library scene to be just the way it was in the book. Kate deserved to have her trauma fully explored and not glossed over for the sake of the engagement drama.
The lack of elaboration on Anthonyâs trauma as well - while they did show his relationship with Edmund and how his death ends up changing him, they never fully explore the fact that Anthony fully and firmly believes he is destined to die early like his father. The reasons he doesnât want to âsuccumbâ to love in the book are so well-defined and he gets the opportunity to face his issues and his grief and get closure in TVWLM, something that we donât actually see happening in the show. We donât actually see his emotional growth take place (something I blame on the unnecessary side plots), even though we see him say âI love youâ to Kate at the end, we donât get to see how he got there. Again, I know itâs an adaptation, so not everything will be the same, but this part of the story is so important and itâs what makes Kanthony so Kanthony. The similarities between their trauma, their responsibilities, their issues with death - they only ever really covered their similarities as the eldest sibling in their respective families, and although I liked that, one of my favorite things about Kate and Anthony is how they both help each other process their grief from the loss of a parent, because itâs a feeling both of them understand. They complete each other, literally. And although thanks to Simone and Jonnyâs performances I believe these characters love each other, the writing never really showed us how or why they fell in love, which again is a disservice to them.Â
The Indian representation - this was all over the fucking place, honestly. There were parts I liked, like Kate shitting on English tea (as she should) and the K3G string quartet cover. But then Kate and Edwina call their parents Amma and Appa (Tamil), Edwina calls Kate Didi (Hindi), Kate calls Edwina Bon (Bengali), and theyâre from Mumbai (Marathi/Hindi). And the first thing Kate says to Anthony when she runs into him is baapre - Hindi. So which is it?? Where the fuck are the Sharmas actually from?? It honestly looks like the writers mixed up all of those languages and cultures and thought âno one can tell the difference, itâs all Indianâ well I am sorry to be the one to tell you that YES I absolutely can tell the fucking difference. If thereâs Amma and Appa then Edwina SHOULD be calling Kate Akka. Also KATHANI?? What were they thinking?? If you make the choice to change the familyâs country of origin to India then you need to actually care enough to find out that difference. It seems trivial but you cannot treat Indians like weâre interchangeable. And the fact that Kate is Indian at all makes me uncomfortable because we know that at this point in time India is being colonized by the British. I still think they should have made the Sharmas a normal family in London the way they did with Simon. No one is looking for historical accuracy in Bridgerton so why are you trying to make it worse?
Too many Polin easter eggs and not enough Benophie ones - Benedict and Sophie are headlining the next season yet all I saw was Polin hints episode after episode. Why arenât we seeing any deliberate hints to Sophie in this season the way we saw hints to Kate in the last season? I was expecting Benophie easter eggs on the level of âtulips - they symbolize passionâ or âI shall begin looking for a viscountess - removing love from the equation will make it all the betterâ and instead they put in the âIâd never marry Penelope Featheringtonâ scene one season early. Not a fan of how they did that, either - Penelope deserved to say to Colinâs face what she said in AOFAG: âI never asked to marry you and I never asked you to ask me either.â Why couldnât they have hinted at a masquerade at the end instead? Yes Benophie is my #1 Bridgerton ship is it showing
Changing Kanthonyâs love story to âscandalous forbidden loveâ - this is the vibe I got from their relationship this season when in actuality that trope belongs to Benophie. The whole drama behind being ostracized in London society because of that fallout was not necessary at all. To me honestly it diminishes the value of Benophieâs story because their relationship is the one that will ultimately face the most amount of scandal, and now that scandal has already been handed off to Anthony and Kate. Going forward I have this really bad feeling that people who havenât read the books are going to call the scandal plot âoverusedâ and maybe downplay the severity of the amount of societal shame that Sophie and Benedict are going to face once they see it on screen, when really theyâre the first ones to face that level of scandal. And it is so so important that this distinction is made because their relationship had arguably the highest stakes of all the Bridgerton couples and now it may not seem that way. Not to mention I quite like the fact that in the book Anthony and Kate get to know each other better and truly fall in love after marriage, because that made their story (especially from Anthonyâs side) so much more interesting. He was hell bent on not marrying for love and he unknowingly ended up doing just that and that makes his inner conflict much more compelling.
TLDR I donât hate this season and I think Kanthony was okay but my issue is that they shouldnât just be okay. They are one of the most anticipated couples from the series and this season did not do that anticipation appropriate justice. Their relationship in the show had the right actors and the right chemistry, giving them the potential to be even better than what we got, but the side plots and the excessive love triangle took away too much time, preventing that potential from being fulfilled. We probably couldâve gotten a full library scene, the scene where Anthony helps Kate with the thunderstorms post-marriage, or just any sort of conversational scene with Kate and Anthony that brought more emotional depth to their relationship, if the writers maybe hadnât wasted time on things like the Featherington plotline or the Whistledown plotline. While Kanthony this season had some nice moments, Iâll always be just a bit upset knowing that they couldâve had the chance to be what they were in the books if they were just in the hands of better writers.Â
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Coming home again - Chapter Four - A.B.
Coming back with chapter four. I had to drop it quickly because I'm so unhappy with the third. I hope you like this better or the same if you liked the third.
Words: 1400+ Note: Like always, not proof read yet.
Summary: Violet announces that theres going to be a ball the next evening and some gentlemen reserve their dances.Â
Prolog
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The exhibitions Benedict would like to take you was in the evening. You knew that. But you didnât think that you could attempt dinner with all the other Bridgertons and go to the exhibition afterwards. But it was that late. You didnât mind and your mother didnât either. Only Violet had asked Benedict if he was sure that a Lady should be at such an occasion that late. But he only stated that it wasnât for an English Lady but since you were a French Lady it would fit perfectly. You were amused by this answer and again very thankful that things were less strict in France.
Dinner was almost done, when Violet raised her voice again. She was sitting at one end at the table. Your mother next to her as well as Francesca. Gregory next to his sister and Hyacinth next to your mother, Eloise next to her other side and at the opposite of Colin. Next to Colin Benedict on whose opposite you sat and at the other end of the table Anthony as the head of family. You were pleased to sit close to your favorite Bridgertons and far away from your mother. It means you could have fun without knowing her. âThere is going to be a ball tomorrow.â Violet announced. âThe very first of the season. You should join us.â She looked at your mother who was obvious curious to went to a ball where she could talk to all the Ladies, she had known years ago. âWe would love to join you!â She returned but you squeezed your face. âWe?â You asked but since you were sitting so far away from her, she hadnât heard you.
âDo you have a dress, Y/N?â Francesca asked across the table at your surprised features which you got back under control soon and nodded. âSure.â You returned. âI do have some dresses from Paris with me.â You smiled at her. âIf you like you can help me to pick one, later.â She nodded in excitement and you smiled a little brighter. You always had fun in picking dresses for occasions and you were happy to share this fun with Francesca. âY/N.â Colin stated and looked from the other side at the table to you and you raised your gaze to look at him as well. âColin?â âSince you will join us. Am I allowed to reserve a dance on your dance card already?â You chuckled a little. You knew Colin loved to dance in fact he was the only one from the three older Bridgertons who liked to dance. But you never thought he would be so quick with asking you for a dance. âSure, you are.â You answered and being also happy to have a dance with somebody you knew and liked.
âSince none of the dances are reserved yet, which one you would like to pick?â You asked, smiling at Colin. He thought about it for a second, his lips pressed together. âThe one in the middleâ he announced then. âYou will have some dances and some time to get in touch with people. And if you donât like it, you can tell me, and we can escape.â He smiled proudly of his idea and you returned his smile with an amused one. âThat sounds perfect.â You agreed. âIâll will reserve it for you as soon as I get the card.â You smiled at him and got back to your plate when Benedict raised his voice.
âNow that we are reserving dances.â He started and immediately got your attention. You smiled amused as you could thought of what he might say now and tilted your head a little. âI would like to reserve one as well.â He nodded and looked seriously at you. Trying to look surprised you tilted your head even more. âDo you?â âIndeed.â He agreed. âAnd actually, I would like to reserve two.â His voice was deep and steady. You raised your brows. âTwo?â You asked surprised. From all the things Francesca and Eloise told you he and Anthony hated dancing. âIndeed, two.â He repeated. âOne at the beginning of the ball, the first one, and the other at the end.â He paused and then finally his smile returned. You knew he reserved two for a special reason. âThe first one to give you comfort. You donât have to dance with some strange man instead you can dance with a friend - me â and get an overview over everything.â He smiled as if this was one of the best ideas he ever had. âAnd the last one to be your hero after a long, annoying evening at the ball, who will save you from everything and as Colin said, to help you escape.â He smiled even bigger and still looked at you while Colin looked at him a little upset that he had stolen his idea. âI would love to.â You simply said, still smiling and turning your head to Anthony who hadnât said anything at all.
You looked at him, as if he should say something, but he didnât. He continued to eat as if nothing had happened and just when he noticed that not only you looked at him but also the rest of people sitting at the table he simply asked âIs there something?â taking his glass of wine and leading it to his mouth to take a sip.
Of cause, he knew that there was something. Everybody at the table waited for him to reserve a dance on your dancing card as well. Because even Benedict who hated dancing as much as he did, had. Even two! But he wouldnât. He simply wouldnât. He had watched this whole scene quietly and he would remain quiet. For everybodyâs sake. He wouldnât join this masquerade. Because that was what I looked like to him. Of cause, when his mother had mentioned the ball and your mother had agreed to join, he knew Colin would ask you for a dance. But not tonight. Not right now. He would have had enough time to ask you when you had your dance card. So why did he do it now? Anthony had a strange feeling about that. Colin did it because of him. Because he and Benedict had decided to play a mean game on him. The one who dance the most with you would win. But you werenât a price. And he would never dance.
âDo you like to reserve a dance on my dancing card as well?â You asked softly and smiled at him. Because to be honest he was the only one you really wanted to spend at the ball with. Of cause, it would be fun to dance with Benedict and perhaps even more with Colin because you were sure he was the best dancer of the three of them. But Anthony was your best friend. And you couldnât imagine something making more fun than tattling with him over all the other beautiful ladies and gentlemen who did they best to find a match.
âI donât.â Was all he said, placing his glass back on the table and his attention back to his plate. A quiet âOhâ fell from your lips as your smiled dropped because you didnât think he would refuse you. After all it was just a stupid dance. An awkward silence grew where you could hear nothing but Anthonys fork and knife scratching over his plate. But after what felt like forever the rest of the Bridgertons start to chat again and the room was filled with loudness again.
You remained silent looking at your plate but being surely sated after his words. You never thought that it would hurt you when somebody dismiss you a dance. You liked dancing but it never meant the world to you, so you were fine when somebody didnât like to. But tonight, with Colin and Benedict asking you for a dance but not Anthony you felt utterly unliked. Unliked by the person you loved so dearly. Unliked by the person you thought would love you dearly as well. It felt like he had punched you. You almost felt like crying because of the bad feeling he had caused.
Your attention was brought back to reality, when a foot touched yours underneath the table. âHey.â Benedict murmured softly and locked his eyes with yours when you looked up at him. Anthonys place was empty, you hadnât realized he had left. âItâs not your fault. Heâs just a stupid grouch.â He offered you one of his softest and kindest smiles that said everything was alright and for a second you believed him, so you returned his smile and nodded slightly. âI know.â
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Chapter Five
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Not Meant To Be
Word Count: 2,107
Pairing(s): Anthony Bridgerton x reader, Simon Basset x reader
Summary: The Bridgerton family and the Duke have been invited to a picnic that was planned by yours truly. Tensions begin to grow, and things donât go quite as you hoped they would.
TW: none
Part 2/6
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Todayâs weather of sunshine and blue skies called for a picnic. I gave clear instructions to Cook that he should prepare a delicious meal and treats, including Simonâs favorite of gooseberry pie. I would never forget something so important about him because it always came in handy.
I then go to find our butler, Charles, and say, âPlease send invitations to the Bridgertons and the Duke of Hastings, Charles. There will be a picnic at the park, and do tell them that it will be late at 1pm.â He bows in response, and repeated my words before he left to complete his tasks.
With a nod of satisfaction, I left the main floor then up the stairwell to change my attire. What I was currently wearing fell short of todayâs planned event, and I needed to win Simon back. Once inside my bedroom, I closed the door and quickly strode to the wardrobe to see my options.
My thoughts roamed to the man who promised that we would spend the rest of our lives together, which made my blood boil with rage. Men these days were either too dense or too arrogant or had little backbone. Simon was a mixture of having a huge ego and vulnerable when he opens up to the people that know his true personality.
None of this was my fault whatsoever. I left for only a mere three months to study abroad in France, then I return to the âwonderfulâ news of his engagement to a girl named Daphne Bridgerton. A trip to London hadnât been something I expected for myself, but I came to the city for him and no other reason.
In truth, Simon technically was still my fiancé, although I knew there was an explanation for everything that took place while I was absent. As a matter of fact, he brushed off the situation like it was a speck of dust that ruined his perfect image to the desperate mamas and equally egotistical lords.
âGood heavens, Iâm going to get wrinkles if I keep thinking about the âwhat-ifsâ and not do anything to change them.â I huff in exasperation at my own foolishness, a bit disappointed in myself for having such thoughts when the damage had yet to be done.
After endless decision-making, I chose to wear a yellow dress with a simple pink floral design from the sleeves to the hem of its skirt, and I twirl in front of the mirror with a bright smile. It wasnât a ball gown, but this would surely make Simon realize that he wants me more than anyone in all of Grovensor Square. It just had to.
I had to admit, the dress itself was too revealing for a lady of my status. Well, at least it would be just myself, Simon, and the Bridgertons alone for a picnic. A reminder to cover my legs repeated itself over and over in my mind, yet I had a feeling that I would catch the attention of everyoneâs eyes anyway.
The clock rang the second its big small hand reached 12pm, which meant there was an hour left for preparations and riding to the park. âMarianne! Please call for the carriage, and tell chef to hurry!â I shouted into the air, and I heard Marianne reply from down the hall. Perhaps I was rushing for punctuality-sake, but a host or hostess must never arrive later than their guests.
It was a good thing that mama had long left for tea at Lady Farlandâs estate, and papa was probably gambling at the gentlemenâs club again. I certainly wouldnât be surprised if he came home with news that he either won lost of money or lost a majority of what he gambled. No one could tell me that the picnic was meant to open Simonâs eyes and see just me in them rather than that so-called âflawlessâ Bridgerton girl.
Nonetheless, I had to get going before they gossiped of my tardiness if I wasnât already at the location. Time seemed to blur from when I scurried down the stairs to gather everything I needed to when I got into the carriage and made it safely to the park. The next thing I knew, I was trying my best not to laugh at a discreetly explicit joke Benedict had shared amongst ourselves.
Anthony looked like he was going to strangle his brother or maybe he was going to give him a pat on the shoulder? I couldnât tell because I was too preoccupied with devouring my favorite sandwich while I brushed my shoulder against Simonâs. Of course this got his attention, and he whispered into my ear, âNow is not the time nor place to play, y/n. Behave yourself.â
His warning provoked something inside of me, but there were too many people who would witness the indecency behind my innocent act. âMy apologies, your Grace. Iâll be a good girl for you.â I whispered in reply, then continued to enjoy my delicious sandwich as though I did nothing wrong in the first place.
I knew what I was doing to him, and he liked it. He knew what would happen if I went further, and I was fanning the flames with fervor. âIs Daphne aware of our relationship? Sorry, I meant, what it was supposed to become? You know, such as getting married? Living together and in the country?â
Simonâs jaw clenched just like when he used to have me underneath him, calling his name and coming undone by his touch as I squeezed tighter around him. Those nights were by far the best I had ever experienced, and he treated me with such tenderness after we were spent.
âDonât you remember the great times we had, love? Everything fell apart when I came to London and found you dancing with the red-headed girl in the moonlight.â I scowled under my breath, then I slowly calmed myself down before I could ruin this lovely picnic with a beautiful family and my old lover.
I needed a moment alone, so I stood up and sheepishly excused myself from the blanket before walking away. It was almost as though the night I found myself standing at the lake was repeating itself again, but this time, I knew where I was going and no tears would shed. No, this time was different than last. Instead of crying because I couldnât control some situations, I chose to think about I would take back Simon for myself.
Seeing Simon chuckle and comment on every little thing Daphne said created small cracks on my heart. I couldnât think of when he used to do that with me, and I close my eyes to forget all of the recently bad memories. Heavy footsteps approached from behind, but I was too distracted by the wrong Simon had done to me.
âY/n, are you alright? You left so suddenly, and everyone is worried about you.â Anthony softly called out to me, his hand resting on my shoulder to turn me around and see the miserable state I was in. âIâll be better, my lord. Thereâs no need to waste your worry on me.â I mustered a fake smile to dissipate his concern for me, but apparently he had dealt with heartbroken maidens before.
The Viscount gently pulled me into his arms, and rocked our bodies back and forth. I was speechless for I had no idea what he was doing, and yet I didnât want him to stop. It felt pleasant to be comforted by a warm embrace that held a promise of always being there when it was most needed in times of anguish.
âYou are a strong woman, y/n. You donât need to act as though nothing can break through your walls. Youâre still human, and thatâs okay. Believe me, I know what itâs like to feel helpless.â He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and smiled when I pulled away to stare at him with wide eyes. I always knew what kind of man he was, but the side of him that I admired truly was a rare sight to behold.
What felt like an eternity of comfortable silence was interrupted by Eloise who came searching for her brother and I after he had been gone for too long. âMama wonât stop spouting nonsense that youâve gotten lost, brother. We had to stop her from creating a search party.â She snickered at the fresh memory, and it stopped when she realized that Anthony was hugging me unusually close to his chest.
I caught on and quickly pushed myself away, then I fixed my dress before thanking her. âThank you for taking the responsibility, Eloise. Youâve found us alright, and I believe we best return to your family.â Anthony cleared his throat, a big embarrassed that the particular sister of his had seen something she would never let go.
âYes, Miss Denbow is right. Letâs return before mother actually gathers a search party for three people.â He leads the way, and I smile awkwardly at Eloise as I walk past her. I then let out a breath I didnât know I had been holding in since she found Anthony and I, but I hoped that she wouldnât mention it when we got back to the picnic.
Once there, Lady Bridgerton literally shed tears of joy as soon as she saw my face and brought me into a hug. What was with the Bridgertons and hugging? I could see Simon lean over to Anthony, his mouth forming the words, âThank you for bringing her back safely.â Anthony nodded in reply, then sat down in between Colin and Benedict before he grabbed his glass of wine to take quite a long sip.
Well, it was back to where I started. I didnât want to ask questions and make matters worse, but I knew that the current engagement wasnât going to last for long. According to Lady Whistledown, Queen Charlotte was not convinced of the proclaimed love that everyone said Simon and Daphne shared.
I had to say it. Otherwise, I would lose the love of my life to a woman who gained Her Majestyâs favor, and I would be lonely until the day I die. âThe Duke and I were once lovers, but now heâs going to marry Miss Bridgerton.â Complete and utter silence. I take in a deep breath before I continue.
âI had traveled to France for three months, and the Duke asked me to come see him here, in London. I truly thought that he was going to marry me, but I was proven wrong and a fool. Heâs pretending as though we didnât have a beautiful relationship before he chose to help her and she him.â
Lady Bridgerton was the first to break, and she began to stumble over her words while overcoming the insurmountable shock that I gave to everyone. Eloise tried what she could to stop herself from laughing, Benedict smacked her arm while he was struggling to do the same.
Colin couldnât find the right words, and Anthony spat out his wine. Except for the two youngest children who were playing in a flower field, we adults all sat together with no help to describe what our mixed emotions were. âWhat is the matter with you, y/n? Did you even think this through before you babbled on about the past? If I had known that you were so childish, I wouldâve left you a long time ago.â
Simon glared cold daggers in my direction, and I felt like I couldnât breathe. The man who I loved was now a stranger with a much better woman than I, so there was nothing I could do now to take him back. âYouâre right, Simon. Iâm such a child, and I donât know any better than to tell the truth when living a lie is all the more tempting.â
I gave my deepest apologies to Lady Bridgerton, promising her that I would make up for my demeanor with tea and a visit to the spa one day. I then said my farewells to the Bridgertons, but I didnât spare the slightest of glances to Simon who looked like he was going to let out a fury of anger.
It served him right for playing with my heart, and if he was so play a part not meant for him that would end in heartbreak, then so be it. I knew someone who could help me make him regret losing me, and they were a professional when it came to such lengths.
Just you wait, Simon Basset. Just you wait.
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The Superfriends AU (part 10)
Damian was not having a good day. It was six in the morning, he had to be at Ednaâs photoshoot in an hour, he had left a perfectly warm and very cuddly boyfriend and large dog in his bed, and his cousin was rambling far too much for his taste. He sat out in the lobby of the floor their rooms were on, leaned back as far as he possibly could in one of the red chairs, his legs crossed, hands gripping the armrests. A scowl to rival Batman's resting on his face.Â
Marinette sat in the chair next to him, his laptop on the coffee table in front of them. The girl was hunched over typing frantically on his phone. She had kept it all night, which didnât both him much, he could go a few hours without being constantly updated on the Gotham Academy Class 1A drama. As long as she was keeping it charged.Â
The second half of the photoshoot the day before had been very interesting, his cousin spending every moment of every break they got on his phone. When he had a moment to check it at dinner he noted four unknown contacts, she labeled each of them.
First there was Sweetness.
Then there was Mighty Mouse.
One labeled Rock Vamp Opera.
And finally the one she had been exchanging the most texts with, Foxtrot.  Â
He waited for his cousin to finish whatever long text rant she was obviously on, instead he checked himself in the camera of his laptop, fixing his hair. He smoothed it back as best he could but without any product it was hard. Edna had forbidden him from gelling it till the shoot was over. The things he put up with in this family, really.Â
âWhat exactly are we doing?â Damian asked.Â
âWeâre going toâŠâ She trailed off, still focused on her texting. âVideo call some girls I go to school with.â She finished.Â
âAt six in the morning?â He asked.Â
âTime difference Dames.â She set down his phone. âOkay!â She pulled his laptop close. âThey just broke for lunch so Juleka should be logging on soon enough!â Marinette pulled up a web page browser, typing in the URL for Instagram. She immediately went to Damianâs account. He wasnât sure when his cousin had gotten his password, but knowing how much Dick loved to mess around on it, he had to assume she got it from him.Â
âOkay, Iâm going to change a few lines of your bio.âÂ
âWhy?â He asked, head falling back.Â
âWell, Colin takes over your instagram on weekends right?â She asked.
âWhen I see him, yes.â Honestly, Colin and Dick were really the only ones who posted on his instagram. It was clearly stated in his bio that Colin controlled his instagram on weekends, the fact that Dick was in control of it the rest of the time, was not mentioned anywhere. Â
âSo Iâm going to change this line, red menace takeover weekends. To something clearly stating your relationship.âÂ
âHeâs called my boyfriend in practically every post that features him.â Damian said, now leaning forward to see what his cousin was altering.Â
âYeah, but people are lazy, and donât want to dig. They want things to be obvious and loud so they donât have to put a lot of thought into it.â She grumbled. âTrust me, I know from experience, some of the people at my school literally have to be punched in the face and then kick in the nuts by the truth before they believe it.âÂ
âTry not to sound too bidder Nette.â Damian hummed.Â
âJust, prep yourself to give a good speech about your and Colinâs relationship. Weâre really going to need something that pulls right on the heart strings.âÂ
âBecause?â He asked, this whole morning was excruciatingly annoying.Â
âAre you going to use Rose?â Damian looked up, taking notice of two blonde Parisian teens standing at the entrance to the lobby. They both were still in what looked like pajamas, both holding coffee.Â
âThatâs the plan.â Marinette said, answering Adrienâs earlier question.Â
âDevious.â ChloĂ© cocked her hip, taking a sip from her cup. âAnd relatively smart. Should be quite the show. Shame weâll miss it.âÂ
âSomeone could always ask nicely for their friends to record it.â Marinette mused.Â
âShould I text Nino?â Adrien asked, his face clearly stating how unsure he was of the situation.Â
âIf you want.â Marinette said, finishing her work on her cousinâs social media. âIâm going to give my crew a heads up once things are in motion. If you do text him though, let him know nothings happening till, most likely, after lunch.âÂ
âMarinette?â Her fingers stopped their work, her head popping up to look at Adrien. âYou sure about this?â He asked. âIt could be kind of...explosive.â His fingers tightened around his coffee. âWhat if it causes an akuma?âÂ
She gave him an understanding smile. âDonât worry Adrien, Iâve got contigonsies for that. Like I said a few days ago, Iâm playing a game of RISK, and you canât win the game if you donât capture any territory.âÂ
âAnd your about to clear the board form the looks of it.â ChloĂ© smirked.Â
âSomething like that.â Marinette looked back down at the computer, switching back onto the video chat app and logining online. âBut the goal isnât to clear the board, not yet.â
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Contrary to popular belief nowadays, MylĂšne did not hate Marinette. She didnât even necessarily dislike the girl. But she did not agree with the brash and loud way she had been going about her problems with Lila. She found them rude and distasteful, and honestly, a little out of character for her once friend. She was sure Marinette didnât do everything Lila accused her of, at least half of the allegations had to be simple misunderstandings that the two girls could never figure out because they were always at one another's throats.Â
But try as she might, she just couldnât take Marinetteâs side. Lila brought up quite a few good points in regards to Marinetteâs character, while the Italian girl wasnât a saint either, Marinette wasnât quite the angel everyone thought she was. And some of her and Lilaâs fights were truly violent and horrendous to watch.Â
But she wasnât one to speak poorly of others, especially not Marinette. While the girls werenât friends anymore, and she didnât agree with what was now Marinetteâs additude, she still was nice to most people, even those who sided with Lila. And she did a lot for people, even when they didnât notice her good deeds.Â
Marinette had always been very eccentric ever since MylĂšne had known her. But this was probably one of the strangest things she had ever experienced due to Marinette. MylĂšne was seated on Julekaâs bed, Rose seated on the goth girlâs other side. They were staring at Julekaâs laptop, a facetime app opened.Â
Last night all three had received text messages from unknown numbers claiming to be Marinette texting from a friendâs phone. MylĂšne was sceptical, even after getting a picture sent to her, but Rose was curious and so was her other friend, so when they said they were going to be eating lunch at Julekaâs house so they could talk with Marinette, MylĂšne agreed to go along with everything.Â
âOkayâŠâ Juleka typed in the screen name she had been sent the night before, AmyrWayne05.Â
âWhat do you think she wants?â MylĂšne asked. âAnd whoâs phone was she texting from?â
âI donât know..â Rose crossed her ankles. âI didnât recognize the boy in the photo she sent.âÂ
âNeither did I.â Juleka said.Â
âI didnât even know Marinette was out of the country.â MylĂšne whispered.Â
âKim and the others probably did.â Juleka supplied. âI doubt she wouldnât have told them,â
âBut why didnât they tell us?â Rose asked, blinking innocently.Â
âI can think of a few reasons.â MylĂšneâs voice was low, wondering why her boyfriend hadnât said anything.Â
âWell whatever they might be, weâre about to find out.â Juleka called attention to the screen name displayed on her laptop. The three girls watched as the smaller text underneath the name changed from offline to online. A second later Juleka was being asked to join a video call. She quickly hit except and the screen went black, loading until the familiar face of Marinette Dupain-Cheng was on the screen.Â
âGirls!â She said happily. âThank you so much for calling!âÂ
âYou said it was important.â Rose said, eyes a little down cast. The girls didnât exactly talk on the regular any more.Â
âIt is! Super important.âÂ
âSo, whatâs going on?â MylĂšne asked, wanting to get through the call as quickly as possible. She had felt weird all day, not telling Lila or Alya about the texts from Marinette, it was like she was cheating on them.Â
âOkay,â The bluenette let out a large breath. âI know you guys think Lila hung the moon-â
âMarinette I am not going to sit here and listen to you bash on her!â MylĂšne interjected.Â
âThatâs not what this is!â She waved her hands frantically. âI promise!âÂ
âIt better not be.â MylĂšne crossed her arms.Â
âI promise girls, itâs really not. I-just, okay, so I heard that Lilaâs been telling people that sheâs dating Damian Wayne. Right?âÂ
âShe is.â Rose informed. âTheyâve been dating for a few months now. Theyâre really in love and Iâm not going to listen to you say anything negative about their relationship Marinette.â Anyone who knew Rose, at least knew her well, knew that love was the thing she was most passionate about. She refused to stand for any sort of injustice involving the subject and would defend a couple till her dying breath, no matter how well she knew them.Â
âOkay.â Marinette said, voice low. âThen I wonât say anything.â She gave a sad smile. âIâll let him tell you.â The laptop suddenly shifted, the view changing quickly from their classmate to a good looking young man they recognized from the photo Marinette sent the night prior.Â
âHello.â He said, eyeing each of them carefully. âDo you three know who I am?â
âYour the guy from the picture Marinette sent.â Jukela answered.Â
âWould one of you please google Damian Wayne for me?â He asked, Rose quickly complying with the request. She looked up the famous boo of their friend on her phone, a small gasp escaping her lips as she turned the small screen towards her girlfriend and MylĂšne.Â
And there was the boy currently on Julekaâs laptop.
âYouâre Damian Wayne?â MylĂšne asked.Â
âThatâs what my driverâs licence says.â He said, but his tone made the three girls unsure whether it was supposed to be a joke or not.Â
âWhy are you with Marientte?â Juleka asked.Â
The boy looked to something off screen, probably the girl in question. âCan I?â He asked. He waited a moment before sighing. âIâm sure youâll all find out why later, but for the moment, all you need to know is that I am with her as of the current moment.âÂ
Rose gave him a strange look but didnât say anything.Â
âThis is why you wanted to talk to us?â MylĂšne asked. âTo tell us you were hanging out with Lilaâs boyfriend?â
âNo.â Her voice came.Â
âActually, Lila is why we wanted to talk.â Damian said.Â
âWhat about her?â
âSheâs not my girlfriend.âÂ
The three girls all went quiet, none speaking. His face was pensive, eyebrows nicked and corners of his lips pulled down into a frown. âIâve never even met Lila.â
âBut she said sheâs known you since you were very little!â Rose exclaimed.
âA lie.â He said simply. âI couldnât have known her from the time I was little because I was locked away in a compound till I was ten years old, and even then I was kept exclusively within the walls of Wayne Manor for another year before my father could introduce safely to the world as his ward without my Grandfather taking harsh and violent action.â
âShe said her parents were friends with your dad.â Juleka added.
âIâve checked with my father and heâs never met anyone with the surname Rossi. And none of his friends have a child named Lila.â
âIâm very confused.â Rose whispered.Â
âGirls, we need your help!â Marinetteâs voice came. âOr rather, Damian does.â
âWith what?â MylĂšne asked.Â
âAdrien mentioned that Lilaâs been telling pretty much everyone that she and I are dating, is that correct?â Damian asked, his hands folding in front of him.Â
âSheâs been talking about it for the past few days.â MylĂšne said, she vaguely remembered Nino mentioning Adrien being out of town for a modeling gig that involved Damian Wayne, she was still confused as to why Marinette was with them though.
âSheâs told practically everyone who would listen, and some who wouldnât.â Juleka crossed her arms. To most it would be hard to pick up on, but MylĂšne could tell when the girl was angry. Juleka had been questioning Lila a lot more lately, MylĂšne was sure the girl was just waiting for a good reason to switch sides, and the only reason she hadnât already was because of Rose. Juleka had been MylĂšneâs saving grace when it came to her current problems with Ivan. The goth girl was probably afraid of a rift forming between her and her girlfriend the way it had between the classes former favorite sweet hearts.Â
Damian sighed on screen. âIâm not a person who likes to ask for assistance from others, but under these circumstances, Iâm in need of your help.â The three girls watched as his hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes closed before his hand dropped and he looked up at them. âI donât know how much you all know about Gotham, but people have always had mixed reactions when my siblings have come out in the past, my own coming out included. Normally they donât have a huge problem with it because all of my siblings have come out as pansexual or bisexual, or something that includes both genders. But when I came out I didnât specify my sexuality. I just announced I was dating Colin.â
Oh no.Â
MylĂšne could feel it, Roseâs heart was swelling. If he was really about to go into a long winded story about he and his boyfriendâs love, then MylĂšne was sure Roseâs Champion of Love and Justice persona was about to be uncaged. Many of their classmates called it her Sailor Moon mode.Â
âWhoâs Colin?â Rose asked, voice timmed and quiet.Â
âColin is my boyfriend.â A small smile gracing the boyâs hard features. âWeâll be celebrating our three year anniversary in two months and two days.â
âOh.â Roseâs hands clasped together, a dreamy look crossing her face.Â
Suddenly Damianâs face become more downcast. âNot a lot of people like Colin. Well, not a lot of people who people listen to like him.â
âWhy ever not?â The blonde asked, moving so her face was closer to the screen.
âColin is an orphan.â Â The words were blunt and hit all three girls hard and unexpectedly. Of all the things MylĂšne had been prepared for this morning the heart breaking backstory of Damian Wayneâs boyfriend was not one of them. âBasically anyone with money and influence insists heâs a gold digger trying to mooch off of me. And the Wayne Ward Fangirls are quick to crucify him for anything he does, wrong, right, good, bad, all of it. And of course there are those in the religious communities who are constantly berating us. That faction is especially hard on him, he lives in a Catholic orphanage you see.â
âThatâs terrible!â MylĂšne could swear that the small blonde girl had tears in her eyes.Â
âWhile I agree thatâs awful, and I also agree that Lila shouldnât be lying about dating you, I donât see what it is you need our help with?â Juleka asked, voice laced in confusion.Â
âIf word gets around,â suddenly Marinetteâs face was squished in frame with Damianâs. âThat Damian has a long distance girlfriend, things are going to get worse for his and Colinâs relationship.â
âPeople in Gotham play very dirty, theyâll latch on to any rumor or fact, as long as it serves their needs. People will be throwing Lila Rossiâs name in my face, in Colinâs face, and in the faces of all of my family members for years.â Damianâs face had gone back to sternly neutral. âPeople will insist that Colin broke us up or something absurd like that, theyâll use her to villainize him.â
âThey will?â Juleka asked, concern written on her face. âThat sounds like something that only happens in movies.â
âThey will.â He insisted. âTrust me, Iâve seen it happen before to members of my family and their friends. Itâs just a matter of time before it gets to the right people, unlessâŠâ
âUnless?â Rose asked, voice going high, the girl eager to help.Â
âUnless we cut off the head of the snake.â MylĂšne supplied. âWe need to make a statement, make sure everyone who might have heard Lilaâs lies knows that itâs fake.â
âThe louder the better.â Marinette added. âTo make sure she doesnât turn it around on Colin or Damian.â
âI hate to ask this of you,â Damian said. âEspecially since we are perfect strangers, but my c-â He grunted, his body jostling on the screen as Marinette shot him a glare. âCompanion.â He finished begrudgingly. âMy companion here, insists that you three can be trusted with this task.âÂ
âPlease help us girls.â Marinette said. âIf not for me, then for Damian and Colin.âÂ
Damian sighed before going into his own plea. âColin is very important to me.â His voice was quiet. âIâm not the easiest person to get along with, and everyone says I donât deserve someone like him.â He looked down. âHe is one of the most important people in my life and I donât want some girl, who Iâve never even met, to ruin it because she wanted her five minutes of fame.â
Rose stood quickly from the bed, almost knocking the computer off her girlfriendâs lap. âDonât worry Damian! Weâll take care of everything!â She shouted, running for the door, her voice leaving behind the call of âno one stands in the way of true love!â
Juleka and MylĂšne watched her go before the goth girl sighed. âWe should go get her before she runs all the way back to school.â
âYeah,â MylĂšne stood. âSheâs going to need backup.â She looked back at the computer. âDonât worry, weâll take care of everything.â
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Nino didnât know what was going on.Â
He was sitting on the stairs in the gym area of his school, most of the student body just loitering around. Lunch was over but they still had about five minutes before anyone needed to start heading to their class rooms. The room was filled with soft chatter and laughter, he wasnât invested in any conversations though.Â
Adrien had texted him a few minutes ago and told him to start recording. He didnât know why, but like a good bro, he did as asked. His phone was barely raised, picking up mostly just the shoes of his classmates. He noticed across the gym Marinetteâs crew also had their phones up and were recording, though Nino wasnât sure why. He now knew that Marinette and Adrien were in Steel City together, but Marinette had asked that the reason she was there with Edna remain secret and Nino didnât want to pry into the girlâs personal life. If she didnât want to tell anyone, then she had a good reason. But he also knew, via Kim, that Marinette had no international coverage and couldnât contact anyone. Leaving the question of what her crew was currently doing?Â
Maybe Adrien texted them too?Â
But what would he need recorded so badly?
Nino debated getting up and going over to talk to the group but Lila and Alya were stationed in the middle of the gym, either girl would spot him if he made his way over to his secret friends. And he really didnât feel like lying to his girlfriend today.Â
â BANG â
Everyone jumped as the doors to the school crashed into the walls behind them. All eyes on the entrance, taking in the petite form of Rose Lavillant. The small girlâs face was heated a blush pink, eyes narrowed into a glare and hands clenched into fists. Juleka stood on Roseâs right, her backpack slung over her shoulder and her girlfriendâs carried in her hands. MylĂšne stood on the girlâs left, arms crossed and an expression on her face that looked both angry and guilty.Â
âLILA ROSSI!âÂ
His hand instinctively shot into the air, camera focusing on the trio. Nino had known Rose since he was five years old, and not once in all of those years, could he ever remember her yelling, nor could he ever remember her really being angry. And definitely not this rage fueled. No one spoke as the three girls made their way towards the center of the gym, Lila and Alya both standing helplessly in the girlsâ sights. Nino took notice of his friendsâ phones now trained on the pack as well.Â
âRose?â Lila asked. âIs everything oka-â
âSHUT UP!âÂ
Nino flinched at the pink girlâs tone, several others in the crowd did as well.Â
âRose whatâs wrong?â Alya quickly inserted herself between the two as Nino stood, standing on a higher stair to get a better camera angle.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â The blonde asked. âWhatâs wrong?!â Roseâs hand raised into the air, for a panicked moment Nino thought his girlfriend was going to get decked in the face. But then Roseâs finger shot out from her fist, pointing accusingly at Lila. âSHEâS A LIAR!âÂ
With her words came a few cheers from Marinetteâs crew and a handful of others in the school who had come to resent the girl.Â
Nino even heard one âpreachâ though he couldnât tell where it had come from.Â
âRos-â Alya was cut off.Â
âEveryone!â MylĂšne shouted, âTake out your phones and google Damian Wayne, you know the famous kid from Gotham? Iâm sure everyone knows that heâs Lilaâs boyfriend, or so sheâs been telling us.â MylĂšne shot a glare over her shoulder at the brunette. âGo to his instagram!âÂ
Nino didnât want to stop recording, thankfully he could see the peopleâs phones in front of him. The boyâs icon was a picture of him flipping off the camera with a rainbow painted on his cheek. His bio was only four lines.Â
Damian Wayne
Animal Rights ActivistÂ
My Boyfriend and Brother are the only ones who post on here
Please donât talk to me
Nino tried really hard not to laugh, but couldnât help his snicker. He knew pretty much instantly that Damian was not in fact Lilaâs boyfriend, and doubted them ever actually meeting. But did she seriously not do even the smallest bit of research? There is no way it would have been that hard to figure out that the boy was gay, let alone in a relationship.Â
âThatâs right everybody!â MylĂšne shouted. âDamian Wayne has a boyfriend!â
âHeâs cheating on me?â Lila asked eyes wide and heartbroken, Nino would admit, it was a good idea to save face. Claim the long distance son of a playboy was a player himself. If he didnât know better heâd probably buy it.Â
âTheyâve been dating for three years.â Julekaâs voice was quiet but strong, the people around her who heard it started passing it back to those behind them who didn't.
Lila opened her mouth to spit out another lie but Rose beat her to the punch. âTWO YEARS, NINE MONTHS, THREE WEEKS, AND FIVE DAYS!â Her fists were clenched at her sides again, her whole body shaking. âTHEY ARE TWO MONTHS AWAY FROM CELEBRATING THEIR THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY! AND THIS-THIS...LIAR! IS TRYING TO TEAR APART THEIR HAPPILY EVER AFTER!â
Juleka placed a hand on her girlfriendâs shoulder, trying to calm her just a little bit.Â
âLila also lied about knowing the Waynes! Damian Wayne didnât interact with anyone outside of his family until he was eleven! And Bruce Wayne confirmed that he doesnât know anyone with the last name Rossi, and none of his friends have a daughter named Lila!â MylĂšne shouted. âThe three of us talked to Damian Wayne today! Adrien Agreste is modeling with him right now in America! He asked Damian about Lila and heâs never even heard of her!âÂ
There were mixed reactions from the crowd surrounding them. MylĂšne suddenly shot her phone into the air. âHe sent me a video telling the whole story! If anyone wants to watch it! I will happily show it to you!â
âI can so explain this!â Lila said, stepping forward. âYou see, some of Gothamâs villains have come after my famil-â
âI SAID SHUT UP!â Rose screeched. âCOLIN WILKES IS A PRECIOUS BOY WHO DESERVES THE WORLD! AND YOU ARE TRYING TO TAKE HIS PERSON FROM HIM JUST FOR A LITTLE ATTENTION!â Juleka pulled Rose back a step, worried about her girlfriend getting too out of control. âGOD!â She shouted. âYOU ARE SUCH A LITTLE...LITTLE-â
âSay it Rose!â Alix shouted from the side lines, Nino swore if her the short girlâs smile got any wider her face would crack in half.
âATTENTION WHORE!â He almost dropped his phone. The crowd, which had started to get more vocal, went silent. Alyaâs jaw dropped and even Lila was left speechless and wide eyed.Â
âOh my god.â Kimâs voice carried over the noiseless room.Â
Rose was left fuming. Her body was still vibrating at a speed Nino was sure couldnât healthy. Her cheeks were puffed out, making her eyes large, the blues popping out against her now red face.Â
âLila is a liar and nobody should believe a word she says.â The girl huffed. âI am the champion of love and justice,â she squared her shoulders. âAnd refuse to stand idle while someone destroys the bond of two sweethearts.â Rose took a deep breath before striking a pose similar to Sailor Moonâs iconic one. âIn the name of true love, Liar Rossi, I will punish you!â
Nino was not prepared for the burst of applause that erupted from the crowd. He actually howled out a cheer of his own, phone focused on the girls in the center of the mob. He moved his phone to follow Lila as she went running out of the corral of applauding teenagers. He assumed she was heading for the bathroom, probably to fake cry till someone came to comfort her.Â
A long, loud, exasperated sigh fell from his lips as he watched his girlfriend chase after the Italian girl. He shook his head as he stopped the video, tapping on his messaging app and sending the video to his best bro.Â
DJBubbles: Dude
DJBubbles: how did u know this was going 2 happen?
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Alya hesitated outside of the bathroom door. Cautiously she glanced back over her shoulder, people were still cheering she could hear them from down the hall. She wished she could be with them. But she had a mission to see through, and with everyone turning on Lila she knew it was do or die time.Â
She slipped her phone into her back pocket and took in a deep breath before pushing open the door, masking her face in concern as she approached the girl hunched over one of the sinks. Lila had her face in her hands, muffled crying sounds coming from behind her fingers.
âLila?â She asked quietly.Â
âOh god!â Lila turned away from her. âAlya itâs so awful!â She took a few steps farther away, laying her head against the wall of the restroom. âI-I just-justâŠâÂ
âLila itâs okayâŠâ Alya placed her hand on the girlâs shoulder. âIâm sure this is all just a misunderstanding.â
Lila sniffled, looking at the girl over her shoulder. âItâs not.â She whispered. âI lied.â She turned her head away quickly.Â
âWhy?â Alya asked.Â
âI donât know.â Lila whipped around, tears streaming down her face. âI-well, I just-â She sniffled loudly. âI like Adrien so much.â She started, back leaning against the wall. âBut he didnât really seem to take notice of me, so I thought if while he was gone I could get everyone talking about how I had this awesome boyfriend itâd make him, well, I donât know.âÂ
âYou wanted Adrien to be jealous of Damian?â Alya asked, eyebrow cocked.Â
âY-yeah.â Lila looked down. âI know it was stupid and I just should have kept my mouth shut. But I didnât know how else to get his attention.â A few more tears streamed down her cheeks, her hands raising to rub at her eyes. âIâm so sorry I lied to you.âÂ
Alya sighed. âLook, I can kind of see why you did it.â She crossed her arms. âBut Adrien isnât the type to respond to jealousy. In fact, if he did like you and found out you were with someone else, then he would gracefully bow out. He wouldnât want to come between you two.âÂ
Lilaâs eyes stayed focused on the floor. âI guess I didnât think about that. He really is so sweet.â She whispered.Â
âAnd while I donât think you should have lied about dating Damian Wayne, I definitely donât think Rose, Juleka, and MylĂšne had the right to humiliate you like that. It was uncalled for.â Alyaâs eyebrows nicked together. âThey should have just asked to talk to you in private. Seriously, I have never seen them act so vicious.âÂ
âMarinette must have turned them against me.â Lilaâs face suddenly hardened. âSheâs out to get me Alya. You know she is. Sheâs taking everyone away from me!â Lila surged forward, grabbing the girlâs shoulder. âSheâs going to steal you too!âÂ
âMarinette will never steal me from you Lila.â Alya sucked in a deep breath. âYour my best friend, and Iâve got your back no matter what!â God that left such an awful taste in her mouth.Â
âThank you Alya!â Lila pulled the girl into a tight hug. One brunetteâs face turned devious while it was hidden, the other simply rolled her eyes.Â
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Nino took his seat at his desk, unable to hide the smile on his face. He was rewatching the video on his phone. He honestly hadnât felt this good in a while, probably not since the last time he wielded the Turtle Miraculous. It felt like everything was over, but seeing as how Lila still had Alya, and probably Sabrina, who was out sick today, he figured it wasnât. Meaning his job as mole wasnât done quite yet. But the few minutes he had to celebrate the Liarâs major take down with his friends was invigorating and made him feel like he was operating at one hundred percent again.Â
Rose, Juleka and MylĂšne all came into class together, everyone already in the room standing up and cheering for them. Alya and Lila werenât back from the bathroom yet, so Nino applauded them from his seat.Â
âLadies and Gentlemen!â Kim shouted. âThe hero of the hour, champion of love and justice herself!â He jumped up on his desk, extending his hands in an overly complicated gesture in Roseâs direction. âMs. Rose Lavillant!âÂ
Ninoâs classmates cheered harder as Nathanael walked forward and embraced the tiny girl in a hug. âWeâve missed you sweetness.âÂ
âIâve missed you all too!â Rose hugged him back as forcefully as she could. âIâm so so sorry everyone!â She pulled back from the red head, positioning herself to look at those who filled the opposite side of the classroom as Nino. âCan you ever forgive me for falling for her lies?â
âIt took all of us time to see she was lying,â Max came forward, setting his hand on Roseâs shoulder. âThe important thing is that you finally saw through them.âÂ
âYeah, sheâs pretty good at covering her ass, none of us blame you for taking so long.â Alix said, kicking her feet up on the desk.
âDo you think we could have our old seats back?â Juleka asked, voice quiet as she stepped forward and took Roseâs hand.Â
Kim jumped down from his and Alixâs shared desk. He held his arms wide open, embracing the two girls. âWelcome home babe.â He said, dramatized tears in his voice. âGod weâve missed you.âÂ
Alix rolled her eyes. âKnock it off drama queen.â She yelled. âSeriously though,â She swung her feet around on the bench, standing up and gesturing to the seats. âItâs good to have you two back.âÂ
âI think you mean three.â Max said, he and Nathanael had their arms draped over MylĂšneâs shoulders. The girl had a small blush dusting her cheeks as she climbed the steps towards the back of the room where her boyfriend sat.
âIâm really sorry I didnât listen to you.â She whispered, eyes downcast. âDo you think you can forgive me?â Ivan gave a soft smile, scooting down the bench so that MylĂšne could sit by him. The girl sat down quickly, latching onto her boyfriendâs arm with a large smile.Â
âPower coupleâs back,â Kim whispered. âWe got all our lovely ladies on the side of truth and justice, I know have video of Rose striking her cute ass sailor moon pose. Itâs like all's right with the world!â He said, sitting down at Alixâs old desk, the girl having reclaimed her seat now that everybodyâs favorite girlfriends had retaken their old desk.
Everyone was happily chattering away, Marinetteâs crew filling in the three girls on everything they missed when Lila and Alya walked in.Â
âNot all our lovely ladies have come to their senses.â Nino mumbled, resting his cheek against his fist. As long as Alya had yet to see the light, he couldnât in good conscience retire as Marinetteâs mole. And he certainly couldnât leave his girlfriend alone with that coyote.Â
âHow can you still be friends with her?â MylĂšne asked. âAfter knowing everything was lie?âÂ
Alya shot the girl a dirty look. âShe lied about having a boyfriend, that didnât give you the right to humiliate her in front of the whole school.â She crossed her arms tightly over her chest. âI swear, youâve all become as bad as Marinette.â Alya took her seat behind Nino, Lila sitting where Marinette once did, large crocodile tears still streaming down her face.Â
âSeriously Nino?â Juleka whispered, disbelief in her eyes.
The boy simply shook his head, turning away from the majority of his classmates. Alix flipped around on her knees, leaning close to the goth girl and whispering into her ear, she then moved on to give the small explanation to Rose. In the back of the room Ivan was quietly filling MylĂšne in on Ninoâs situation.Â
The three girls were quiet, save for Roseâs soft. âOh.â Thankfully it wasn't loud enough for Alya or Lila to hear.Â
It wasnât long before Miss Bustier came into the classroom. She set her papers down on her desk, then turned to write something on the board before finally facing the class. Her eyes scanned the room slowly, a loud sigh escaping her lips. âOkay,â She breathed. âLetâs just begin class.â The poor woman was so tired.Â
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Not exactly Photoshoot Part 3...Iâm just trying so hard to get to this Incredibles cameo guys, I feel like I keep underestimating how long parts are going to be. Iâm so sorry itâs taking so long for this character to show up. Anyway, who was prepared for Rose this time around? I love the idea of her being essentially this tank that no one sees coming till itâs far too late. Now itâs just Sabina and Alya, and Nino left on Lilaâs side (or so she thinks). I also love the idea that the class has the most ridiculous pet names for one another. Not sure when part 11 will be up because we are getting very close to finals week at my college, but Iâll do my best to get something out as soon as possible! Thank you all so much for the likes, reblogs, and especially the comments! They are such huge mood boosters for me, they really change the whole course of my day and I appreciate them so much. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! I loved writing it. As always if you have any questions about the story or AU feel free to ask, I love getting them and will happily answer any question you got (even if itâs not about this AU)! And if you want to be tagged let me know!Â
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Episode 3:Â âUGH just rename Luxor to Loserâ - Xavier
Well... that takes care of the Timmy problem... Love Timmy... Just didnât know how our dynamic would be cus he was runner-up to the last survivor game I played which I won. Hm... Well...
That went well. There's nothing like a live video tribal to get people together. and stephen didn't react too badly. but i know now he won't work with me moving forward
Iâm sorry Iâm terrible at confessionals... So things are going well, I think we have a decent tribe but it is too soon to tell. Iâm not a huge fan of creative challenges, at least from my previous game, I guess we will see how that goes. Most of the guys seem nice, still trying to feel everyone out.`
A 4-2 vote off is interesting. Someone is on the bottom for sure. Also, this next challenge is a creative challenge and when I do these solo I usually do really well. Hopefully I can channel that energy into a win for us here because two tribes are going to tribal. Weâll be down to 17 after this, so Iâm not sure if weâd go into a tribe swap yet? Maybe 2 tribes of 8 with one person sitting out?Â
Oh hot dang, two tribes are going to tribal next time. Probably going to be us :( now it is time to make alliance chats!
....five seconds later
I suspect that after this double vote out that there will be a tribe swap. I hope I end up with Mo and Jaiden at least.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/17NPxKO_TKgqjNqsaWlbmlL0jgU36Aygi/view?usp=drivesdk
I really like this challenge. I feel confident about it but at the same time nervous that 2 tribes will be going to tribal. I really hope my tribe wins this one since I still don't know how the tribe feels about me. Wish me luck guys!
My tribe is not going to win this immunity challenge. Our nightclub is due just hours away and we have little nothing done. I am going to have to scramble soon.....I did nothing to help my tribe with the challenge, so if it is me that goes, I would understandÂ
....five seconds later
Honestly, I want to keep Jaiden and Mo around because I feel closer with them than anyone else. I want to keep Kailyn around because she seems to make time for challenges. Everyone else I am okay with going home, Ben hasn't really done anything soooooo maybe him? Oof
If we lose, then it's 2/3rds my fault and 1/3 Stephen. We better not be on the chopping block if we do lose. This is a two person Tribe as of now. Bobby Jon and Stephenie.
...five seconds later
UGH just rename Luxor to Loser
Second we lose Ben finally responded to my pmâs..... hm..... alright....
Yâall rlly won with a PowerPoint SKDJDJSKLALALL
Some of these guys have an excuse for not giving input into the challenge. Some do not. If I go home because some americans could be bothered doing some base level discussion, ill be annoyed. If I go home because a tribe threw a challenge because they thought id be an easy vote, ill be pissed.
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All that hard work that went into this challenge really paid off! We scored the best and donât have to attend tribal!! Which is absolutely exciting! Andrew told me he wanted to work together which is rad. Livingston and I want to work together which is radder. And Joey and i want to work together which is raddest. I havenât spoken too much with Jeff lately even though we talked quite a bit early on. Pat and I speak occasionally. Stephanie and I didnât really speak at all until recently but weâve gotten into a good groove the last few days. Iâm feeling pretty good about this game so far. I hope thereâs no tribal swap or anything right away.
So when I get my chip total I'm gonna update Keegan. He is currently at a soap making class but I want him to know I am serious about working with him in this game and I think this is a good gesture. - keegan has let me know he has 4 chips and is willing to pool them over to me when we have enough so that we can unlock the store. I let him know I am okay with doing the same thing to him, whichever. But yes this is looking HOT for me. - "what's in the store?" | all i can really assume is advantages. we need 10 chips to unlock it. This is very similar to the Unnamed Season but the betting cap gives us more control. At this point, I don't think anyone can mathematically unlock without pooling chips. Keegan and I just need 1 more chip between us. Let's just hope we aren't separated by a swap or some shit. I am hoping for a bit more time on this amazing tribe to get that set up so I have a good idea of what the store holds.
Some of these guys have an excuse for not giving input into the challenge. Some do not. If I go home because some americans could be bothered doing some base level discussion, ill be annoyed. If I go home because a tribe threw a challenge because they thought id be an easy vote, ill be pissed.
We lost again!?!?!?!?!??! I am so surprised? Nah I'm kidding, but I don't care. I don't blame our team for losing because 3/5 of us were panicking because our president could be a cheetoh. I'm voting Stephen tonight, I hope the others follow suit. It SHOULD be simple, but 9 hours is a long time for Survivor; and if he knows it's him then might run around and create some chaos - which would be funny.
Rachael (love her sheâs probably who Iâm closest with along with DeNara and Kailyn) is not being subtle about the fact that she either has a pre-existing friendship with Ben or is currently aligned with Ben. Because Ben, from my knowledge has not been social with anyone, nor has he been super active and in our alliance chat with Kailyn, Rachael seems uncomfortable with the fact that Ben is said to be the vote and is saying she would prefer someone else to go. But like câmon you canât deny he hasnât been social, and even if I had a friendship with somebody before a game, if they arenât active Iâm voting them out. Also I lied to my tribe a couple times this round because Iâm lazy.
UGH. We LOST the challenge!!! And it wasn't even close *grumbles angrily* But it's okay. I'm gonna have to work my pussy out to this entire tribe to make them keep me around! I feel pretty good about this, I believe the target is leaning towards Ben but we'll have to wait and see. I don't think it's possible rn but I'm hoping for a swap soon so I can feel a little more re-energized in this game because my tribe has been super quiet lately... I think people will try to move the vote around so I'm going to use my current lack of employment as an opportunity to make myself stay alive on this tribe lmao
These guys are being super boring and either Jake is dumber than i thought, or shadier than i gave him credit for. Xavier might be trying to play me but regardless its doubtful ill stay. John seems to have the most chance of winning out of these four as hes not overplaying. Kevin hasnt spoken to me since the colin vote and it pisses me off that I might be going home after being one of two people that worked on the challenge when kevin was taken off the chopping block immediately for playing jeopardy. i hate this tribe.
....five seconds later
Johns out, Jake too by the sound of it. Time for plan B, which never works but might as well try. Fake idol time.
Oof well the uhh, âobvious friend groupâ has picked their target and it just so happens to be the only person Iâve made an actual alliance with :/ Poor DeNara. I really didnât want to have to vote her off this early if I didnât have to and then the worst part is she didnât even hear it from me. Nobody is even mentioning game right now and Rachael is acting legitimately surprised to me when I came to her saying âokay this is an easier vote than I thoughtâ.. even tho Ben claimed he had already talked to her..?? Idk man I mustâve done something wrong along the way but these people LEGITIMATELY donât talk to me. My instant reaction is leaning towards being bitter but bitterness doesnât really get me anywhere :/ I feel kinda.. out of it rn emotionally just because of everything else I have going on so if I seem more reserved tonight at tribal than usual, thatâs why. I just hope that Iâm not still stuck on that damn mountain rolling my dumbass rock back up only to get knocked back down again. Iâm remaining optimistic for the future.. letâs keep winning some challenges mmkay
Okay good news, I shouldn't be leaving. But that being said DeNara, you have goT TO PULL. YOURSELF. TOGETHER. She's packing her bags and from my knowledge she's going to be fine tonight. Hopefully it'll be Ben who's going but DeNara giving up like this isn't helPING.Â
....five seconds later
Also I am in two alliances which is cool I guess.
Oops....... and now I'm controlling this vote I think :) It feels good. I don't know what my plan is !! I'm lying to everyone. I basically put myself in a position to be the 4th person in both votes and I love it so much. I keep telling ppl I'm an emotional mess and I think I'll milk that because SOMEONE is going to get betrayed tonight... love that for me. Rachael, Nik, and Ben want to vote out DeNara Mo, Kailyn, and DeNara want to vote out Ben And tbh I would prefer Rachael or Nik!! Since neither of those things are happening I guess it's up to me to decide which way I wanna swing... I hate/love myself for this. I think there are good cases for both people to leave, because I think that getting rid of DeNara strengthens bonds I never had with Rachael and co. while getting rid of Ben just makes me their enemy. Honestly I am starting to lean towards getting rid of DeNara for that sole purpose alone. It'll be messy for sure. Ben provides NOTHING to the game right now and I hate the fact that he announced in his intro that he's just here to backstab people... but villains don't win unless they're sitting next to another villain. He's the goat to me and Rachael right now, but pretty homos like me always win xx I might regret this decision down the road but HOPEFULLY whichever side I take will pay me back in protection down the line. I think I have the charm to smooth shit over w Kailyn and Mo but its up for determination. I think that I have the finesse to beat Rachael in a vote, too, but I don't want to put her back up against the wall just yet..... ;) Anyways... I hope this isn't my last confessional. I wasn't having fun until I found my place. Let's get it on.
It is me or Ben tonight. Guess we will find out who...
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Strawberry Cream and BBQ - 11
Pairing: Hybrid Hoseok and Human Reader
Overview: Your best friend knows she can count on you for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while sheâs gone for a study abroad trip for four months, you canât say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way no one expected.
Word Count: 1,376
Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Future smut, Angst, Best friends to Lovers
Warning: None.
Master List
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You were starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you were overthinking everything.
With a huff, you ran a hand through your hair as you leaned back in the God-awful wooden chair that made your back ache after only twenty minutes. The Biology Lecture had ended an hour ago, but you werenât ready to go back to your small apartment and be alone with Hoseok. Instead, you hightailed your ass to the Stacks in your campus library and went to the third floor. There you began to pull out every single book about hybrids, more specifically, hybrids and their mates.
Which meant that the table you were sitting at was covered in a dozen or so books, all opened to their sections about mates, with all the same recycled information. It was the same thing that you learned about in the Hybrid 101 class you took, and what all your hybrid friends told you.
Mating was seen as the most intimate bond between two hybrids. You thought it was more romantic than simply getting married because with mating, there was no divorce. It was a life long commitment that only Death could sever. Instead of a ring, the female was marked on her neck with a bite from the male. This would then intertwine their scents together so that any other hybrid would know that the female was already claimed as someone elseâs.
What was confusing for you, was that finding a mate was instantaneous. Once they found each other, it was supposed to be clear as day that the two were made for each other. Or at least for the hybrid if the other was human.
Your friendship with Hoseok has been going on for three years now. Not once has he ever mentioned the possibility. According to the books, it had listed the male as being extremely protective of the female when they were around other males that were unfamiliar to him. Again, that wasnât Hoseok. He had always been protective, but he was protective of all his friends to a degree, but Sue and you were always his top two since the others had their hybrids.
Except...except for that first night when he came to stay with you and caught Johnnyâs scent. That was the fist time you ever saw Hoseok, furious and even a little terrifying when he thought you let Johnny mark you.
âOnce,â you muttered to yourself, harshly closing another book and tossing it on to the ever-growing pile on the table. âHeâs acted like that once in three years.â
Why did it hurt then? Why did the thought of him being with someone else romantically, make it feel like your breath was lodged in your throat and your heart shaking? It was the memory of Hoseok burying his face in your neck and his arms tightening around your that warmed you, that allowed you to take the deep breath.
If, and it was a giant if at that, if you were his mate then why wouldnât he say anything? He could have had you all those years ago, but instead he let you suffer heart ache after heart ache with each ex. He knew how much it hurt. He was the one who comforted you.
Loudly groaning, you leaned forward and rested the upper half of your body on the table of books. He was your best friend. These feelings, they werenât appropriate. Friends arenât supposed to feel like this. Especially with knowing that he had a mate out there in the world. But here you were, your heart longing for Hoseok; a dream that was only meant for the imagination.
Sadly, you didnât want it to stop.
Somewhere in the pile, a vibration moved the books along with the sound of wind chimes. After a moment of participating in your own pity party, you sat up to search for your phone. Sueâs contact was personalized so that every time she sent a text, wind chimes would softly ring out. As Hoseok had once joked, it was a calm breeze before the chatter box could speak.
It took a few tries but eventually you found it, half hidden in the pages of one of the books. Raising an eyebrow, you opened up your messages, seeing that she had sent you a bunch of short texts.
Just checking in.
Colin said he hasnât heard from you two so thought Iâd text.
Sorry I havenât called in a while.
Schoolâs getting busy.
Lots of sightseeing.
Howâs Hoseok?
You smiled, your thumbs moving across the screen to answer her. At least with texting, you didnât have to worry about her seeing straight through the lies as you wrote, âEverythingâs good!â
Everything was not good. Your heart was conflicted and you didnât even know the truth. Only Hoseok did, and the idea of asking him was the equivalent of drinking a cup of anxiety. Not today, thank you very much.
Just as you hit send, your phone vibrated once again, this time from the guilty man himself.
Hey Strawberry, just letting you know Iâm leaving the cafĂ© now. I should be home in a bit, want me to pick up Ben and Jerryâs and we can have another movie night? This time weâll actually finish the movie too.
A breathless laugh escaped as you leaned back against the chair once again. He knew you all too well. Before you could even think of a better reason to stay â because letâs be honest, there wasnât â you were already agreeing and promising to leave the campus soon. Standing up, your back cracked immediately, making you moan in relief as you twisted both ways to relieve even more of the pressure. That alone was a sign you had stayed too long.
Closing up the books, you brought them to the carts to be reshelved, taking three trips. As much as going home excited you, the nerves that were building up in your stomach forced you to take your sweet time.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Lying to Sue was not something you enjoyed, but how could you explain what was going on to her, when you couldnât explain it to yourself?
Across from the where you stood was a window overlooking the campus. Your eyes locked on it in curiosity as you walked over to it, taking a deep breath while leaning against the wall. From this high up you were able to see fellow students milling about, bundle up in their winter gear as they attempted to walk across the frozen green to get to class.
The sky was a grey overcast, the frigid cold seeping into your bones despite all the layers. It felt like it was going to snow at any given moment. Even so, there was something that made you feel warm on the inside. Two students were walking across the green, their hands laced together with smiles on their faces as they headed in the direction of one of the dorm buildings. The girl was holding a coffee in her free hand, and the man had a Dunkins to-go bag in his free hand.
Whatever they were saying to make each other smile and laugh was left unknown. Instead, you merely got to watch as the man came to an abrupt stop and kissed her. It was sweet, adorable, a true Pinterest moment if you say so yourself. You smiled and the longer you watched, the more you wished that you could be her. To be happy and carefree with the man you wanted. Or in your case, with the hybrid you wanted.
Pressing your lips together, you forced yourself to walk away from the window to gather up your belongings, not wanting to keep Hoseok waiting if he was already home.
It seemed like your heart was winning more and more with each passing day. Even with the dayâs research â or lack of it â you were still hopeful that maybe, just maybe, it was possible. That one day maybe the two of you, could have what the couple outside had right now.
Sadly, unless Hoseok ever mentioned it, you werenât ever going to know. And you werenât sure if you were willing to risk that type of heartache on yourself by asking.
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ââ Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. ââ â Iain Thomas
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sun or moon? stars or clouds? sea or sky? sunrise or sunset? early morning or late night? snow or rain? pastel or primary colours? hot chocolate or coffee? dusk or dawn? baths or showers? swimming or running? singing or dancing? paperback or hardcover? misty mornings or rainy mornings? soft pillows or hard pillows? pop or punk?
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⊠forced to choose between saving your best friend or yourself, what would your choice be?
â My best friend. â It seems as though thereâs a lump in her throat as she speaks, her voice sure and strong. â Far more readily than I would save myself. Itâs --- Itâs not right. It wouldnât be right for me to --- for me to not save her, save them. â She goes silent for a few more seconds, her eyebrows raising as she asks a simple question. â Why, what did the others say? â
If ever youâve already asked a question but already know the answer, itâs this one: Dorcas suffers from chronic heroism, and would save her best friend far more readily than she would ever consider herself worth saving. Thereâs no âforcingâ about it - Dorcas would choose others over herself in a heartbeat.Â
⊠trapped on a deserted island, who would you want to have with you?
â Probably Calliope or Emmeline. Maybe, maybe Lily. Or Alice. I mean, itâs kind of impossible to choose, right? You can have someone you get along with, or someone who you know is better at magic than you, or someone who knows stuff about surviving on a deserted island, or literally anyone famous. â Dorcas shrugs. The question is more casual than the others, and her shoulders droop as she breathes in and out deeply.
⊠able to turn back time and given the chance to change one thing, would you?
â My - my brother. Iâd go back, for my brother. So I could save him. Or die in his place. Anything. Just - my brother. He should be here. â Her voice is panicked, now. Itâs a question she hadnât been expecting, and she knows traveling through time is possible - time turners - but she doesnât trust herself to use them. She doesnât trust herself to save him without breaking everything. She didnât save him the first time. Whatâs to say fear wonât paralyze her again?
⊠able to see the future, would you try to change it, or let it happen as it should?
â I mean, if things are happy in the end, Iâd probably let it happen as it should. But iâs not about me or my happiness. If the people that I love are happy, then Iâd keep it the same. But Iâd change it in a heartbeat if I knew the end of all this was anything but simple, pure happiness for any of them. â
If Dorcas knew what would happen to her, to her friends, her life wouldnât be the thing that sheâd want saved. No. Marlene dies soon after she does - they think itâs by Travers and his crowd, but nobody ever finds out. He gets her entire family. There are no more McKinnons that will ever grace the grounds of Hogwarts. Gideon and Fabian Prewett - brave, strong, good - are killed by five Death Eaters that same August. The ground becomes hallowed, sacred, and nobody can speak their names without thinking of Molly - poor, dearest Molly. Lily and James have a son, they get to be happy, but theyâre locked away in Godricâs Hollow, and itâs there that they die, only months after Dorcas had. Their son lives, but his life is scarred, and set out for him, already. The life of a martyr. Sirius wastes away in Azkaban, and when he gets his only taste of freedom, itâs tinged by imprisonment in a house he never wanted to call home again in his life, and then he dies, and thereâs no body to bury. Peterâs a traitor, until he has one moment - one shining moment of humanity - and then he is dead by his own hand. Remus lives an entire life without his best friends, goes near mad with the grief of that loss, and after finding Sirius again, he loses him so soon, and then dies himself, too.Â
Emmeline lives. She gets to live, for a shining, glorious number of years, but theyâre numbered. Theyâve always been numbered. He comes for her, as he came for Dorcas, and she dies in the street. Alice is tortured into insanity like Frank is - they become Aurors and are successful pillars of the community and then it happens. They get their happiness, their son, but it is ripped away. Heâs raised by his grandmother - formidable and strict, always criticizing him for not being the father heâd never known. Nobody ever knows what becomes of Regulus Black. Nobody ever talks about his story, or how heâs a good person, in his own way. Andromeda and Ted get married. They have a daughter, with a name as long and complex as Andromedaâs own, but then Ted goes away. He goes into hiding, and he doesnât come home. His name is on the list of deaths announced on the radio, and Andromedaâs world stops, too, when she loses her daughter as well. Emma Vanity has a career in Quidditch - she lives through both wars, and is happy. Sheâs not untouched by the ravages of war, on either front, but it doesnât hurl her into the waves like it had with the others. Lucius and Narcissa live. Lucius, imprisoned for far less years than he deserves, gets a pardon at the very end of things - they both see their son grow up, see the son they had raised to be a snake marry, and have children of his own. Mary survived, but, God, at what cost? At what cost? She loses her best friends, her family.Â
Severus dies as he had lived - hopelessly in love with Lily Evans, staring into the last piece of her has left - her sonâs eyes, but he has become someone not even Dorcas would recognize - a man of casual cruelty, who bullies young Neville Longbottom until heâs his worst fear. But there are no more McKinnonâs. No more Meadowes. No more Prewettâs. No more Blackâs. No more Tonksâ. The war that they had thought would be final isnât. They are raised to become soldiers, some less touched by this reality than others, but it comes to them in the end, and one by one, their lives are torn apart. But, in the end, they get to be happy. Thereâs happiness even in their failure to surely end things. They donât get to live until their eighties, sit back on their rocking chairs and reminisce about the old days. They die young, but some of their children live. They fight like hell to live, but they do. Itâs the question of whether or not itâs worth it. They are children born to be soldiers, who bring soldiers of their own into the world without knowing it. Harry Potter is saddled with a fate worse than death - heâs raised like a pig for slaughter, and people donât talk about that enough. He survives, he wins, but at what cost? Nightmares, pain, horror? For the rest of his life? His scar may not hurt anymore, but his limbs ache, and he remembers the feeling of someone in his mind more vividly than he ever wanted to. His friends, his friends, die. Fred and George Weasley? Dead. Remus? Dead. Tonks? Dead. Colin Creevey? Dead. Happiness isnât something easily measured - they are happy, but itâs always tinged by the fact that a lot of their problems havenât gone away. Psychologically, the harm of war stays with you forever.Â
Dorcas would want everyone else to live. Sheâd throw herself in front of that Killing Curse for anyone, for anything. If she knew, sheâd want everything rewritten. It would begin and end with her, nobody else, and sheâs so foolishly optimistic that it might actually work. But the thing is she doesnât know, and if she did, sheâd surely go mad with the weight of it, but that doesnât mean she wouldnât change it - just that she wouldnât be the same. And in the end, when she dies, she isnât the same as we know her now. She still doesnât kill, but sheâs raised her wand far more times than she ever thought sheâd have to, and she still holds out hope for everyone, but itâs not rose tinted anymore. The sad truth of the matter is that right now, sheâd die for any of the people I mentioned above. Any of them.Â
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whatâs your characterâs myers-briggs personality type?
INFP â The Mediator
Mediator personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Mediators have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Comprising just 4% of the population, the risk of feeling misunderstood is unfortunately high for the Mediator personality type â but when they find like-minded people to spend their time with, the harmony they feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.
whatâs your characterâs alignment?
Neutral Good
Creatures of neutral good alignment believe that there must be some regulation in combination with freedoms if the best is to be brought to the world--the most beneficial conditions for living things in general and intelligent creatures in particular. Creatures of this alignments see the cosmos as a place where law and chaos are merely tools to use in bringing life, happiness, and prosperity to all deserving creatures. Order is not good unless it brings this to all; neither is randomness and total freedom desirable if it does not bring such good. Neutral goods value both personal freedom and adherence to laws. They feel that too many laws may unnecessarily restrict the freedom of good beings. They also believe that too much freedom may not protect society as a whole and encourage counterproductive divisions and in-fighting. They promote governments which hold broad powers, but do not interfere in the day-to-day lives of their citizens.
if you had to use one tv trope to describe your character, what would it be?
Skilled, but Naive or Wide-Eyed Idealist
#sac:task1#( the phoenix flower blooms invisibly out of the white ashes of the sea. )#chill? what? i have none apparently
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Matt Berry on Why Making What We Do in the ShadowsWas âTerrifyingâ
By Elisabeth Donnelly
Since the debut of the definitive mockumentary on the secret life of centuries-old vampires, the 2014 horror-comedy What We Do in the Shadows, New Zealand comedy treasures Taika Waititiand Jemaine Clement have shown admirable commitment to expanding their bone-dry world of silly vampire jokes into a mini empire. Coming on the heels of the first spinoff, last yearâs New Zealand television show Wellington Paranormal, and the persistent rumors of a sequel called Weâre Wolves, their TV adaptation of What We Do in the Shadowspremieres on FX March 27.
With the same creative team behind the movie (many of the episodes are directed or written by Waititi and Clement, and some are directed by former Shadows familiar Jackie Van Beek), the show sets up a similar world with a different cast of vampires, preening and arguing for the presumably exhausted documentary team filming their hijinks. This time the vamps are living in an elegantly crumbling Staten Island manse, and their coven includes foppish dandy Lazlo and the tempting Nadja, who are in a long-term open relationship; Nandor the Relentless and his officious human familiar Guillermo; and the inspired creation of an âenergyâ vampire, khaki-clad day-walker Colin Robinson. While the main cast is a murdererâs row of comic actors who mostly cut their teeth on English television â plus the ascendant Beanie Feldstein, of Lady Bird and Booksmart â the most recognizable face for a particular strain of U.K.-besotted comedy nerd is that of Matt Berry, who plays Lazlo.
For the past decade and a half, Berry has been stealing scenes in shows like Garth Marenghiâs Darkplace and The IT Crowd, appearing in his own sketch show called Snuff Box, and writing and acting in his creation about a middle-aged actor, Toast of London, which netted him a BAFTA for best male comedy actor in 2015. If anything can be considered a comic trademark, itâs Berryâs voice â plummy and unforgettable, a knighted foghorn thatâs fallen on hard times and is trying to get you in the sack; much of his hilarity stems from the mismatch between his vocal elegance and his actual persona. Naturally, heâs found success as a voice-over artist, most recently appearing in Netflixâs Disenchantment, and heâs also a talented musician, making legitimately good psychedelic rock (not to mention all of the music for Snuff Box and Toast of London).
Vulture recently spoke to Berry â whoâs deep in the process of working on Channel 4/IFCâs Victorian detective-comedy series Year of the Rabbit â to find out how What We Do in the Shadows tapped into his deepest fears, and how Netflix has changed the trajectory of the once-cult comedian.
How did you get involved in Shadows?
I did a film with Jemaine [Clement] two or three years ago [An Evening With Beverly Luff Linn], and when we were working on that he said, âIâm thinking of doing a vampire series based on the vampire film I did. Do you want to be in it?â Thatâs literally it. It was as quick and simple as that, and we made the pilot in Los Angeles and filmed the rest in Toronto [as a stand-in for Staten Island].
What kind of freedom did you have to create your character?
I started from the beginning and tried not to pay any attention to the film. I treated this as a completely new job with a new set of characters in a new scenario. It was exciting for all of us that it was different.
How did you and the other actors keep a straight face? Did you end up doing a lot of takes?
Thereâs a lot of takes. We shot all the time, it was quite an intense shoot, so that helped for the lack of breaking. You just didnât know your ass from your elbow. You already have jet lag and itâs four in the morning.
So you were shooting vampire hours, in this case?
We started scenes at four in the morning, or even later than that â or earlier than that â which was something to get used to, but you get on with it. The hours are a lot different in the U.K. There, you shoot from seven in the morning until seven at night and then everyone goes home.
Whatâs it like to do the wirework that makes you fly as a vampire?
Wirework is terrifying. Itâs terrifying because Iâm afraid of heights, and you have to look like youâre not, when youâre a vampire. Thereâs no reason why a vampire would be afraid of heights, much like a bird wouldnât be afraid of heights. So thatâs the veil of acting, because one minute youâre standing on the floor and then, within two or three seconds, youâre 50 feet in the air. In one case, we were next to a building, so you can really feel how high up you are, and then you have to do your lines and look as if everything is completely normal. That was hard for me.
How did Lazloâs costumes help with the role?
Well, they were kind of heavy. But very useful when itâs outside and itâs cold. Big capes and cloaks. They really come into their own when itâs snowing and minus-four degrees.
What was it like developing a comedic rhythm with the other vampire cast members?
I hadnât worked with Kayvan [Novak] before, thatâs the weird thing. Weâd been in comedy in the U.K. but our paths had never crossed. At last they did, and it was a real joy, because it took going to the other side of the world to work with him. Itâs an odd thing, what causes you to work with people. Itâs the same thing with Natasia [Demetriou] â sheâs fantastic in what she does. But theyâre two people I never worked with in the U.K.
Whatâs it like having such a distinctive voice?
I donât hear it the same way as you do. Itâs something that Iâve always had, and I would exaggerate it with friends when I was at college. It kind of went from there, and itâs basically taking the piss out of actors that I wouldâve worked with or seen when I was much younger, especially stage actors who did TV work and over-projected. Thatâs where it came from, and now itâs turned out to be hilarious.
When did you know that you could make people laugh?
I donât know. You do what makes you laugh. I draw from the most pompous people, who are the people that make me laugh the most. My fatherâs not pompous, but he says ridiculous things, and I base things on him and somebody who has no sense of humor whatsoever. Theyâre the people that have made me laugh. If somebody has no sense of humor, I think thatâs a great place to start for British comedy, in terms of your character.
Tell me more about winning the BAFTA. The photos of you with the award are really joyful.
People always say this, but itâs true for me when I say that I absolutely did not expect to win. [Toast of London] had been described by most critics as âcult,â and as we all know, no one votes for the cult option, let alone the performer from the cult option. When my name was read out, I was in complete shock. I had prepared nothing and therefore walked onto a stage in front of a full theater â not to mention a live BBC broadcast â with nothing to say. I immediately went into some kind of automatic mode and gathered the necessary reserve power to thank most of the people I needed to. My only interest was to thank my family, which I did, so job done. It was an honor and Iâm still incredibly thankful and feel incredibly lucky.
Whatâs your favorite vampire?
That would easily be Christopher Lee, with Nosferatu running a close second. Iâve always been a huge Hammer Horror fan, so Leeâs portrayal wouldâve been the first and most potent I saw. I missed out completely on the recent teen-vampire genre, as I was probably either looking for my keys, working, or in the pub.
Now that shows like The IT Crowd and Toast are on Netflix, do you feel like less of a secret?
The only difference is that someone from somewhere that you never expected has seen you and wants to know if youâd like to be involved with something else. When Toast got on Netflix, I noticed a difference. It was something I thought that only myself and a few people would find funny, and suddenly itâs on a very large platform. Now it kind of belongs to everyone. The shows I do, you can see them everywhere now.
What are you working on next?
A show called Year of the Rabbit, which is a Victorian detectives thing that Iâve co-written for Channel 4. I did that a week after finishing Shadows. Now Iâm in the edits for it. Iâve gone from being 700 years old to 200 years old.
I have to get this Rabbit thing done. Itâs like when you work on something that isnât quite finished, you canât think of anything else. All I can think about is Victorian London until itâs finished, and then when itâs done, Iâll go on holiday and not think about it.
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Farewell
You knew this one was coming haha
I never posted anything on social media about baseball being over for me because I didnât want to accept it, acknowledge it, or over-romanticize the ending of a simple game for me.
But I will, however, write this;
These are my sentiments about a game that had an exceptional part in molding me into the man that I am today. I will never communicate anything like this again, unless itâs in person and verbal and only if someone asks.
Here i present to you, Chris Ramirez, the baseball player.
First and foremost, I feel the need to give the greatest gratitude and praises to God for blessing me through my baseball years without a debilitating injury. I never broke, severely strained, pulled, or tore anything in the 16 years of constant travel, overhead motions, conditioning, or weightlifting. I praise my almighty God for that absolute blessing. With saying that, Iâm not talking down to anyone who has had one because Iâve realized how anxious it makes athletes as well as how much it affects their confidence, self-esteem, sense of worth, and identity. I truly feel for those who have been affected by the unforeseen traumas of athletics.
Now, for the tear-jerky portion of my outpouring.
My dad has told me that he wanted to sign me up to play little league baseball when I was younger, but my mom was opposed to the idea because she said it was dangerous and I might get hurt. My dad, being the person that he is, went on to sign me up at South Side Little League in south Oxnard, CA. I make sure to specify SOUTH Oxnard because it was the most rag-tag, blue-collared, league in Oxnard (in my opinion of course). Being in this league for the first couple years of baseball made me the humble, quiet player that I was because we always played (and were crushed) by the surrounding, more wealthier and supported, leagues. The best thing about my younger years (pre-high school), was the traveling. Specifically the long drives I had with my dad. We would drive 3-4 hours and basically spend the weekend together. We would wake up early, go to the nearest McDonaldâs, and then head to the sports complex. Those are some of the moments, weekends, and trips that I will cherish the most regarding baseball because they constructed the relationship I came to have with my dad. My dad went to as many games as he could, but the majority of games I either had to hitch a ride with a coach or teammate, and he would show up whenever he was able to. Both my mom and dad have supported and been there for me after every great and terrible game to give their unique feedback (you sucked today but we still love you; keep fighting kid. You have unbelievable potential.) I held on to each and every pre- and post-game talk with my dad because above all else, he was PRESENT. He cared about what I had to say and how I felt about my performance, and he absolutely 100% knew that I cared what he saw or had to say (even though after the tough losses I acted like I didnât want to hear anything from him at times, but like a young boy, I yearned for my fatherâs edification and approval). They provided the life and the beautiful days I would never EVER take back, and seeing them smile at me and say theyâre proud of me when I didnât get drafted, had my last start, and graduated college meant the entire world to me.
Now, while Iâm talking about my family, I wanted to include a few words for the village that raised me.
These pictures are from my very last season of baseball, but it embodies the support Iâve received from my beautiful family. From fundraisers, to them traveling/camping overnight for several days to see me play (succeed, and sometimes really suck, which often made me really sad), I am forever grateful for their presence. My brothers, Angel and Kevin would often help me forget about a tough loss by providing laughs that turned into happy tears, as well as celebrating with me when I had a great game. Their hugs and affirming, congratulatory presence throughout my life have fueled me to be a respectable sibling. I have always wanted to make them proud of me. I value the photos we have together in our baseball uniforms growing up, as well as the ones we took when they came to visit and watch in Vegas and southern Cali. Even more so than the photos, the moments I was blessed to experience when I hugged them and told them that I loved them after a game or after having not seen them in months, are where my love during those years rests. Te quiero muchisimo mis hermanos. Cousins, Tiaâs and Tioâs, family friends, who have housed me on my trips, and let me crash on the couch or guest bedroom for a night or two as I was making my way across the country or back home, I love you. You have no idea how grateful I am for your gracious hospitality. It is and always has been truly heartbreaking as a little kid knowing I wasnât able to make a baseball trip because of insufficient funds. My parents have done everything that they could to make sure I was able to go to at least a couple trips growing up, and I tear up just thinking about how they made it all possible. I am so thankful for the limited opportunities because it made me appreciate each and every one of them a whole lot more. I love you, mi familia. Near and far, familial and friend.
I couldnât write something like this without mentioning my coaches. The men (and their wives because if you know anything about coaching, it is a HUGE commitment and sometimes takes a toll on their families. So if any of my coachesâ wives read this, THANK YOU for being patient, kind, and supportive to the men that helped mold me physically, emotionally, and spiritually) that took their time showing me how to simply throw a small object wherever I wanted it to go with controlled aggression, allowed me to spend a good-sized portion of my life having the most fun Iâve had playing a little kidâs game.
I wanted to give a special and heartfelt thank you to my friend, brother in Christ, and former pitching coach Matt Merricks because he (by Godâs wondrous grace) developed a form of pitching that incorporated your walk with Christ. Once I was saved by God and my world changed forever, I also became a different type of pitcher, and Matt was there to help refine the explosion of my new heart in Christ. Thank you forever Matt, you helped a young boy understand what it takes to heave a baseball and leave it up to God from there as soon as it left my fingertips, as well as doing the same in life.
To my amazing teammates:
To say you guys have changed my life would be the biggest understatement ever. My boys at Channel Islands and the surrounding high schools who I became so close with, you guys gave me afternoons worth enjoying. You made Oxnard and SoCal a place that tore my heart leaving, but oh so wonderful reflecting back on. If I wrote a small little paragraph for each person or year of baseball, this blog would span a lifetime haha, but Iâll keep it short and to the point.
Channel Islands: Jonny, Isaiah, Matt, Beto, Alfred, Ricky, Manny, Micah, Felipe, Greg, Miles, Anthony, Ray Ray, Leo, Wade, Josh, Stefon, and a few others who were my little tribe in high school: thank you for riding through it all with me. All the high school shenanigans, trouble-making, talks about girls, long days of practice and conditioning, were boosted to absolute nostalgia because of all of you. The memories jam packed at that one school and ball field, are some of my most cherished moments of my upbringing. People always say that you should go to college because those are supposedly the best years of your life, but in all honesty, these years are a definite close Second haha. I can still remember and feel the deep belly laughs at jack in the box, trips to fresh and easy, and countless other get-togethers I will not mention because some of my family might read this eventually hahaha
I love you, and I pray you all are doing well.
Colorado Northwestern:
A small junior college in Rangely, CO was the perfect place for my collegiate baseball career to kick into gear. Why? Because of these guys: Joe, Ricky, Alaska, Mikey, Cado, Nies, Chase, Trevar, Colin, Tanner, Riding, Hoff, Texas, the Woods brothers, Naus, Cory, and several others who brought seriously so much happiness to my days there. At a low point in my life, you guys helped keep me afloat by your jokes, brotherhood, invitations, inclusivity, and acceptance of a new direction I was going in life. You supported me, held me accountable at the late hours of the evenings, and poured into me when I really needed a laugh, friend, or a late night/early morning trip to Vernal or the gas station. The trips we took to the lake, the hikes behind the school, phenomenal bonfires at red rocks, runs up and down Kennedy, when we discovered the ârollercoasterâ, and post-game dinners in the caf; dang, I freakin miss that small little school in that small little town.
If you didnât see your name, donât take it personally I promise. Even if you were only at that specific school for a couple weeks, you still were part of my experience and growth, and for that I am forever grateful for you all.
Mesa:
Finally, my Mesa family.
Not enough words could describe the absolute excitement and gratitude I had entering a program that was notorious for having a winning record, playing home games at the same stadium the junior college World Series is held, and where a minor league Colorado Rockies affiliate resides. I talked about the anticipation and excitement that was literally almost oozing out of me to every person that would listen, and I want to take a moment here and thank each person that listened to my gripes, groans, and endless soliloquys about a little boyâs dream coming true. You may not have known it at the time, but those moments and conversations built me up (or how us young people say it these days, âit HYPED ME UPâ) and encouraged me to live up to the âhypeâ that I was giving myself haha
Colorado Mesa is where I bore my fruit; the fruit I had worked so endlessly for throughout my life. I was crafted and molded into the pitcher I would come to be my sophomore year at CNCC (and that summer), and CMU is where it all flourished. The grit was there; the motivation was there; the humility; the approach; the passion; the youthful zeal (youâre gonna hear me say that NUMEROUS times throughout my written pieces, so you better get familiar with it because itâs one of my favorite phrases). Everything was already in place, by Godâs gracious love, and now it was time to showcase it. Soli Deo Gloria style. Coram Deo style.
Pitching at CMU was everything Iâd hoped it would be and so much more. Having the opportunity to pitch in a rotation that included some of the best pitchers in the nation was a dream come true for a little kid from South Oxnard. My friends and roommates making their way over to the stadium on some Saturday or Sunday afternoon would come to be one of my favorite memories of putting on that creme colored jersey and doing what I loved. Now instead of making this a 55 page blog post, Iâm just gonna talk about the memories that stand out the most:
Iâll start with the entire 2017 season. The 2017 season came with a ton of extraordinary moments, some of which Iâll go into a bit of detail soon, but it also came with devastating news that would lead to the seasonâs mantra and future banner of pride, brotherhood, and hardwork. A ball player and dear friend to many named Ryan Teixeira past away from his second battle with cancer. His wake and funeral services in California were unbelievably moving, and I couldnât help but admire (and absolutely sob) on how unashamed of the gospel his family was at his funeral service. They were bold, broken, vulnerable, but stood firm on the promises of God. It was truly spectacular. May Ryan rest in glory.
I had the best year of baseball in 2017. Although my sophomore year at CNCC was super wonderful, I cannot compare the two as to which one was better than the other because each one was vastly different. At Mesa;
- I experienced a beautiful Friday night fireworks celebration after breaking a school win-streak. The stadium was as full as it ever had been while we were playing in it, and there was this aura of happiness and genuine enjoyment, regardless of wherever you were sitting (even in the visitor section). Fireworks and baseball have always been like peanut butter and jelly, ham and burger, salt and pepper, and tyga and Chris brown. đ
- I flew for the first time (in a private airplane at that) to play in a regional tournament, as well as a D2 World Series. This playoff experience had me almost in tears thanking God for getting our team and I to that point in order for us to experience and excel in an environment like that. I pitched the BEST two games in my life that season (complete game shut-out against the #1 team in the region at their home field to eliminate them and send us to the championship, and a complete game win against the #1 team in the nation to eliminate them and send us to the semi-finals in the World Series).
Baseball is boring to a lot of people; Iâll admit I even think itâs boring sometimes, but I found an aspect that was worth cherishing the boredom forever. Through this game God gave me memories, friends for a lifetime, extreme frustration and anger, absolute joy and passion, and a love and appreciation for a game played by 4 year olds and 70 year olds. How amazing is that?
God, thank you for these years.
I will miss it forever.
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Drarry Aus: Medieval
@annalimirlsblog asked: â... First of all I want to tell you that I really like your stories and I hope I can help you. What do you think about medieval AU? There are so many possibilities...â
Thank you for your prompt! I was trying to figure out a premise, but then I thought of a Medieval D.A. :)) Hope you enjoy it!Â
Many thanks to @theblowfishdiaries for the beta! †â€Â
The Rightful Heir  Â
(Mature, 3.2k) Hereâs the start:
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Harry gazed at the small crowd that had gathered at the back room of the Hogâs Head, separated by the main inn where the fire burned merrily and a drunken blacksmith had paid the bard to sing bawdy songs about naughty maidens and crafty stable boys. Lascivious lyrics, laughter and lute melodies drifted through the heavy door mingling with the solemn atmosphere in the stone-walled room where the people loyal to Harry sat in grim silence and waited.
With a nod from Hermione, Harry stood and addressed them. âI want to thank you for being here. Ever since the usurper, Queen Dolores, assassinated my uncle and took the throne from me, the rightful Heir, Iâve been hunted. Being seen with me is an offence punishable by imprisonment â or worse.â
Every face in his audience indicated they were aware they were risking their lives.
âHer schemes, her laws, are destroying our land. The poor are getting poorer. The ill are left untreated. Taxes have been raisedâŠâ âHarry continued, his voice rising, as everyone nodded or murmured in agreement. âI wonât stand by and watch as she ruins the kingdom. My kingdom.â
âHere, here,â Ron said, raising his tankard.
âBut how can we fight her?â Seamus asked, pointing at the group. âSheâs unstoppable. Her Inquisitorial Squad is everywhere. She has most of the knights at her disposal and youâve only four; the rest of us here are palace staff, servants, carpenters andââ No one mentioned his name, but he was there, insolently leaning against the stone wall.
âAnd me,â Draco drawled, examining his fingernails. âThe Queenâs trusted advisor. It must make you quiver in your boots, doesnât it, Finnigan?â
âYes, Harry â how can we trust a spoiled brat whoâsââ
âStand down, Ronald, before you hurt yourself,â Draco said with derision, but Harry interrupted. He knew their quarrels could escalate to the point where they reached for their swords. He also knew that Draco, although not better than Ron at duelling, was willing to cheat in order to win, which is why Harry ensured they never got to exchange blows.
âEnough. If we start fighting amongst ourselves weâre doomed.â He exchanged a pointed glance with Ron, who sat back in his chair. Harry addressed the others. âA lot of you donât trust the son of Lord Malfoy because of his connection to the usurper. But I promise you, his offer to assist our endeavour is genuine.â He turned and glanced directly at Draco. âAnd if he betrays us, Iâll kill him myself.â
The resolve in his words seemed to reassure everyone.
âSeamus asked a good question,â Harry said. âHow can we fight back? There are two waysâŠâ He glanced at his two best friends, who both spoke at the same time:
âSword fighting!â said Ron.
âReading,â said Hermione, the palaceâs librarian.
âBoth.â Harry looked around. âSome of you need to learn to handle weapons; others need to learn to read and write. Knowledge is as important as fighting. The way we will arrange it is thus: Iâll take the sword fighting class. Draco will teach the rest of you reading.â
Groans.
âWhy not Hermione? Sheâs the scholar,â Seamus protested.
âIâm no good with weapons. And,â she coughed, âRon has promised to teach me how to use a sword.â
âYeah, heâll show you how to hold his sword alright,â Seamus murmured audibly and some people chuckled until Hermione glared at all of them, and the laughter trailed off.
âWeâll meet in the woods near the Wolfâs Peak in three daysâ time,â Harry said, signalling the end of their meeting, when Ronâs sister interrupted them.
âDo we have a name? Our group of fighters, the resistance â we need an identity.â
âEhm, OK? Any ideas?â
âHarry Potter Rightful King to the Throneâs Fighting Group,â Colin said.
âThatâs a mouthful,â Seamus laughed.
âThatâs what she said,â Ron piped and everyone laughed â even Draco struggled to keep a straight face.
âDeath to Dolores Faction?â Dean offered.
âIt might be a good idea,â Luna said from the back, ânot to advertise what weâre doing. In case we ever need to talk about it in public.â
Iâve a cool one,â Ernie said. âThe Death Eaters.â
Ron snorted. âWhatâve you been reading?â
Ernie scowled but Harry agreed with Ron. âToo occult. Sounds like a group prancing around in masks, doing dark deeds in exchange for immortality.â Â
Draco spoke then. âHow about the Defiant Association?â
Everyone mulled over it, but no objections came. Harry said, âPerfect. We can call it D.A. for short.â
 *
As everyone took their leave and shut the door behind them, Harry rubbed his temples. âDo you think itâs madness?â
âI do,â Dracoâs voice came from beside him, âbut madness might be the only way out of this mess.â He stroked Harryâs back, and Harry wrapped his arm around him and drew him close.
âThank you,â he whispered. âThank you for helping me.â
âOf course,â Draco said and kissed him. He brushed a lock of Harryâs hair back from his forehead and sighed. ïżœïżœAlthough I have to say itâs too revolutionary⊠teaching chambermaids and the gardenerâs kid to read and write. Useless.â
âHermione insists,â Harry said. He lowered his head to leave a trail of kisses on Dracoâs neck. âWe couldâve told them, you know. That weâre together.â
âAnd have everyone doubt you because they assume your decision-making is guided by your dick? Bad idea. Besides, Ginevra harbours some affection for you, still.â
Harry sighed. âI told you it was before we metââ
âYou mean before you saw me relaxing in the baths and molested me?â
Harry smiled and gave Dracoâs neck a gentle bite. âI seem to remember you enjoying it. Oh yes, Harry⊠faster, HarryâŠâ
Draco poked him in mock indignation, and Harry laughed. He buried his face in Dracoâs hair and inhaled his citrus-and-cedar scent. âWeâd better leave. Separately.â
Draco kissed Harry. âSee you in the forest in three days.â
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The clearing at the Caves at the foot of Wolfâs Peak was the perfect location for their illicit activities. In a grove by the stream, Draco had sat down with those who needed to learn their letters: among others was Neville, the gardenerâs son; Colin, Harryâs servant; Lavender, the chambermaid; and, to his distress, Seamus, who as a man-at-armsâ apprentice was well-versed in the art of holding a sword, but not in the art of holding a quill.
Harry had shown the rest of them the first basic rule of sword fighting, which was to parry an advance. He and Dean demonstrated types of advances and how to deflect them, and then the group split in twos or threes while Harry and his knights (Ernie, Dean, Ron, Susan) supervised and assisted.
An hour later, pleased with the progress of his students, Harry allowed himself a moment to gaze at Draco as he corrected Seamusâs wrong answer with ill-concealed glee. Dracoâs hair shone in the slanting light, creating a halo around his head. He must have sensed Harry watching, because he turned and sent Harry a small smile; secret, just for the two of them.
Harry smiled back, holding his gaze for a moment before returning to the practice duels. Ron and Hermione stood at the edge of the clearing where Ron demonstrated a front guard â as always Hermione was the most advanced of the group â and she copied his movements in the precise, meticulous way she applied to everything. Next to them, Dean was showing one of the textile merchantâs daughters how to use her feet for balance, while her twin observed closely. Ginny, handy with a sword since she was young, dueled with Cho, the Ambassadorâs daughter, and Cho fought back, her long hair tied in a high bun, her forehead gathering beads of sweat.
âTake it easy, Ginny,â Harry called. âEven wooden practice swords can cause damage.â
âShe can take it,â Ginny smiled at Cho, her cheeks flushing as she spoke. âSheâs a fast learner. But Iâll be careful.â
Cho beamed. âDo your worst, Ginevra.â
Ginny smiled wickedly and raised her sword. Harry left them to it and corrected Lunaâs hold. âThis isnât a scalpel,â he reminded her of her healer training. âPut some thrust in it.â
Harry watched Luna sparring with her partner, a wine merchantâs daughter if memory served, who seemed particularly reluctant to fight back. Harry switched them up with Ron and Hermione â ignoring Ronâs scowls â and had Luna partner with him, feeling Hermione would be a better match for this girl... Â Marion? Morgana? His memory failed him. Heâd ask Draco for her name later.
After two long hours, as dusk fell creating long shadows on the grass and the birds called the night in, it was time to leave. The women changed in the cave out of their fighting gear and into their normal dresses, and everyone left in twos or threes. Harry sat in the cave mouth with Ron and Hermione, discussing the first dayâs training, while Draco disappeared down the back of the caves.
âI can bring some more parchment tomorrow,â Hermione said. âAnd books so they can practice reading at home. No oneâs going to miss some of the old tomes.â She glanced at the shadows in the cave behind them and lowered her voice. âDespite his personal shortcomings, Iâm impressed that Draco taught them half the alphabet in one lesson.â
Ron snorted. âDifficult job.â
Harry ignored his taunt. âIntelligence says that Queen Dolores has got wind of our project. Do we know if anyone talked?â
Ronâs eyes widened. âQueen Dolores knows?â
âSuspects,â Harry corrected.
âAnd you wonder who talked? Are you being stupid on purpose?â Ron raised his voice. He pointed a finger at the back of the cave. âHe could bring an army here to capture you and your âprojectâ!â
âHe wonât. Draco wonât.â Harry stood, indicating the conversation was over, but Ron wouldnât let it go.
âYouâre playing with fire and endangering all of us by trusting him.â
âRonâs right,â Hermione said. âIf thereâs a reason you trust him, we should know.â
Harry stared at the forest ahead. Itâd gone dark now, emptying of colour but filling with sound. Bugs and critters chirped in the undergrowth and birds cawed to one another. âI canât tell you yet. But heâs the one who brought me the news that Queen Dolores is aware that something is brewing. Draco spies for us.â
Ron didnât seem convinced. âIf heâs playing you, Harry, weâll all end up dead.â Hermione tugged him away and they disappeared through the trees.
âTheyâll never trust me, you know,â a silky voice said behind Harry. Two arms circled Harryâs waist and Harry felt Dracoâs breath on his cheek as he tugged Harry close. âTheyâll always suspect.â He kissed Harryâs neck and whispered in his ear, âCome. I found something.â
Draco took Harryâs hand, a torch in the other, and led him to the back. The narrow cave led to what seemed like a dead end, but Draco slid inside an opening that barely fit one person. If Harry hadnât seen Draco slip inside the crack in the wall, heâd have no idea a passage existed behind it.
Ten steps later, the narrow passage opened to a cathedral-tall cave. âItâs dry,â Draco said, âand airy. Hard to find. We can store things: weapons, dry food, clothing. There might come a time when the Queen discovers who the renegades are. We need a hideout.â
The torch light played on Dracoâs face, illuminating his cheekbones and the soft curve of his mouth. Harryâs longing for Draco sometimes made it hard to breathe, a fist squeezing his lungs. He kissed him, letting his mouth linger on Dracoâs as he spoke. âYou think of everything. But letâs not share it with anyone else yet â not until we figure out who spoke to her.â
Draco placed the torch down, cupped Harryâs face and kissed him. He rubbed his hardening cock against Harryâs thigh in slow, circular movements, spreading wildfire through Harryâs veins. âFor now the cave can be used for different purposes,â Draco murmured.
Harry smiled and threw his cloak on the ground as a blanket before pulling Draco on it. He slipped a hand inside Dracoâs breeches, palming his hot pulsing cock. âWhat different purposes?â
Draco grinned and proceeded to show him in excruciating detail.
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Durmstrang!Harry and Beauxbatons!Draco AU
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Nash Recaps The Back Half Of Season 12 - Part One.
Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4
[Note: these are lengthy & have lotsa images, just an FYI before you start]
Good news: soooo many CASPN notes for the S12 Side Deck, and I have re-named each episode with some of these brain droppings. Not-so-good news: my capitalization and punctuation were tossed aside for the following as I was droppin' said brainage in the moment. Rapidly. With much gusto.
And I'm kinda blunt. No, I'm way blunt. I'm cranky. I didn't care for this season. Too many irons in the fire and the writing wasn't robust enough or tight enough to pull it off. Â But the best episode of the season is in this bunch, and I wax near damn poetic. I read back through it, and overall itâs entertaining terlit readinâ. Hope you enjoy.
Oh, and blame @ilsawasanacrobat for this, there was mild encouragement on her part and that, as y'all know, is all that's needed to egg me on.
12.15 - "A Pregnant Bitch Named Ramsay"
jesus wept, this dragged, that there was maybe a 20 minute story, edits should've started with that painfully long intro; glasses always a plus; good dean/sam banter; handful of good crowley lines; Rando Chick + Rando Doggie Chow = Dean + Sam obvious comparison is obvious #anvil drop #treat your viewers like they're smart #they'll rise to the occasion
soooo done with sam being a lying liar, why they fall back on this shtick I'll never know - wait yeah I do: lazy  #waves at writer's room Â
we'll give this one The *Look* Of The Episode.....
so.... largely 'meh', HOWEVER!!!!
Dearest writer who ended this round of said shtick/the episode with shot of Dean's resigned facial expression, to the answering phone with "This is Sam", and hard cut to black?
[chef's kiss] perfection, this is gooooooood shit, that's what I'm lookin' for  #not an anvil in sight #subtlety reigns supreme #believe people the first time #when they tell you #who they are
~ Skip this next one if you like the claire character/find the portrayal anything beyond mediocre, because I don't pull punches ~
12.16 - Â "The Voting On Claire's Life"
I prepped dinner through the whole "this shit happened" montage and the two throwaway characters, I was glad they got attacked, heard them from the kitchen, despite having no idea what was said, still know they were very attackable
Oh dean, saying mick's repressing things, that's adorable you lil' kettle, make sure to hit the pot up with more advice later
dear set designer: stop using those bright yellow-railed utility stairs in locations so much, or else paint 'em, I only watch these episodes once but I still notice because they're Bright. Farging. Yellow  #that's the goddamn garage set #and we all know it
magda = one of those missed opportunities, re: too many irons; madga shoulda been off to jody's and donna's posthaste
yes, werewolf on loose, and 'tis true you and your brother were raised to be a team and avoid going off alone when possible but I know better having accumulated about 5 minutes of experience in the field, do stop treating me like a kid, oh very large experienced manly hunter who cares about me, I shall in my 12 year old wisdom take off down yonder path with ridiculous-looking headphones blasting shite music, whatever would be the problem with this decision
holy fuck, empathy and inner reflection, I mean, sort-of, because she's still making everything about her. how the situation she got herself into with magnificent stupidity and the repercussions it therefore spawned impacts her feels, though she's trying to sell it as consideration for jody but her million other actions are better representations of how much she considers jody, and as jody was prepared to love her zombie son and loved her adopted freshly un-vampired daughter without knowing what ripple effects that could have on alex, she would likely welcome a wolfed-claire in with open arms, were claire willing to fight but, ya see, she's not, not really, and does she honestly think being dead will be okey-dokey with jody, and blah blah blah, and were claire and I married in a past life, because she's got the whole obtuse husband routine down cold
can we just let it marinate for a second that this actress/character continues on while shoshannah stern/eileen - and the exceptional actress/magda character - did not? and I KNOW she costs more, her agent must be phenomenal, see below, RE: cast in golden-globe-winning and multi-oscar-nominated tv miniseries and movie, respectively
I loathe the claire character, and >50% of it comes via lazy development on the writers' parts,  but if you want to bask in more of that dead-eyed-dolly delivery, this chick plays Everything. Exactly. The. Same. Way. in "Big Little Lies" and "Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, MO", and I'm not being snarky or hyperbolic -  I'd reserved judgment throughout her tenure on the show, but at this point I'm less on the fence, she's gotten better material and been surrounded by pretty fucking high-caliber actors  in those other 2 than spn writers/casting have provided, so.... yeah.... and in real life, she's got a great personality, I've seen it in clips that go around of interviews or whatever, not a clue what happens when they call "action" it's like she immediately deflates - it was hooooorribly evident in the pilot for wayward, all those other gals - patience/kaia/alex - showed range and had light in their eyes and felt natural in their characters, then there was ol' faithful flat face over yonder.... the lil' kid actors, particularly the one playing her younger sister, in BLL run rings around her.... and sweet lord, she had to share screentime with frances mcdormand in 3BB, can you imagine? I'd be wearing Depends, and the kid playing her brother held his own pretty well [he is *palpably* nervous in his scenes w/FMcD] but I tell ya, with her, it goes from painful [spn] to cringy [BLL] to second-hand embarassment in 3BB, and real fast
but  speaking of SPN/WS writers, I am hoping for some maturity in wayward, like we've seen in alex, and patience is clearly already mature, just new to the game, and kaia I have a feeling is gonna rock our heads off...  occasional ptsd ripples are fine/justified, so are handfuls of learning-curve mistakes, but if I wanted to watch a show about whiny teens fucking up over and over again, then, um, I would #waves at showrunner(s)  #teens aren't one-trick-ponies  #go, like, talk to one #and if you're basing her off  #your own kids' behavior?  #bless your hearts  #legit  #what PITAs
what is UP with the the flashbacks and flashsideways at the end?! ugh. were not needed
y'know, Tiff @butiaintgonnaloveem told me, she TOLD ME not to bother watching this episode, and I did it anyway, and I keep having to get up and walk away and come back, it is taking me like three hours to get through this ass disaster OKAY okay I'm done you're all better than me, it's why I'm a pseudo-fan because.... because..... grrrr..... never mind, I'll channel it elsewhere.....
the awesomesauce was of course the plethora of quality "looks" between the guys and what is, dare I say, not only The *Look* Of The Episode, but possibly The *Look* Of The Season:
Bottom line - they could've accomplished the "hey there's mick get to like him better 'cause we're gonna kill him dead here in a bit" without the claire element; have I mentioned I loathe claire, I *loathe* claire, they have boned that character and didn't even take it out to dinner first, I mean, daughter of an angel, essentially? cool-ass chick hunter? I'm in, but this is what we got, and.... I'm stopping, I swear....
#pleasepickupwaywardsothatactresswillnotbeonthisshowagainatleastnotasoftenokthxbye
12.17 - "Ketch's Fierce Manspread on the Bedspread"
lady, shut uuuuuuuup, why is her blah-blah so looooooong
oh... oh, my.... well, golly.... to snitch a line from back when the scripts were tight and trippy: sweet Peter on a popsicle stick
but... but why? I don't get the need for this, it's.... [heaving sigh] damn this is stupid, and that's an objective not a subjective, and here's why: math, specifically the math on their acceptance numbers - and not counting legacies, they couldn't put legacies in this, I don't care what they say because the powers that be aren't gonna pony up their grandbabies, it's why rich elites' kids magically don't get drafted into military service - so just the plain ol' recruiting AND retention rates would have to be of such a high margin to balance out this "to the death" bullshit that there's no way it would be sustainable, the math doesn't follow; The Kingsmen* did this better; also, I appreciate giving the BMoLs a touch of "umph" because their primary shtick is almost fucking to the letter a re-hash of Buffy's arc with the British Watcher's Council, complete with speeches on how not everything out in monster hunting land is black and white, the pointing out of buffy's willingness to work with vampires and witches, plus poor man's Wesley, a.k.a. Mick [sorry dude - perhaps more time and you'd have risen to that level but them's big shoes to fill], so yeah, I'm glad for the punch of something insidious or creepy, but this was just eye-roll-worthy
* no, Nash - The Kingsmen did "Louie Louie"; you mean to say "Kingsman".... and what say you, Colin Firth?
Opening scene in impala w/the 3 of them flows smoothly, feels natural, Â is delicious #good shit
dear dabb: is there a reason how everybody, and their mother, and their dogs, their minister, their bikini waxer, their accountant, and their under-the-table weed dealer knows that the winchesters are, um, unbeatable and unkillable to boot, except for the stuffily stereotypically-stereotypical british broad who's supposedly in-the-know about all things monster? does she even apocalypse? so, SO stupid. dabb, you & the S12 writers couldn't plot your way out of a graveyard even if death was co-piloting the backhoe
oh blah blah dickensian street orphan blah - stop fisting my face with useless backstory on mick. staaaaaaahhhhp. we get it. he's a soft-hearted sweetie, they thought they'd be gathering up a litter of wayward psychopaths, lucked out with a Ketch (probs more than one, tbh) and amongst them was cockney potter poor man's wesley wyndham pryce. Â WE GOT IT HE'S ADORABLE HE'S DEAD MEAT
ah, so early we find you, The *Look* Of The Episode....
....which, that watermark  reminds me, a hearty #fuckoffriverdale  Pictured below: dean channeling me, when I'm thinking about how someone actually paid someone else for the oh-so-original idea of taking something cheeky-campy-fun and going all broody-angsty-dark with it like, say, Archie Comics.....
this chick playing dagon is tops, which is how I knew early on she'd be dead meat. hey, look! it's cousin oliver!
if they snuck something eerie into the sonogram then I missed it - and I checked - so if there was, it wasn't obvious enough. they ain't got a pair over in ye olde graphics hub, because if animators have no chill with sticking dicks into rando scenes in cartoons so that bible belt mommies get the vapors, the least they coulda done is given us a preview of the forthcoming creepy ass smile. Â devil parasite teeth coulda been some stephen king shit right there
historically/more-often-than-not, the show make-ups and/or over-barrel-curls and/or lights [indoors] most of the women in such a way that they perpetually look 10-to-15 years older than their actual age, but my good gravy did they do right by shoshannah in the beer clink scene, hair and makeup and lighting on damn point, so refreshing to see, because our #deadmeat loaf needed a third yummy ingredient, I suppose ::sigh::
hey thanks for making crowley out to be a fucking idiot in that unneeded, added nothing, âwhy was it even in there?â, âI guess there were contract minimums to meet, so here we areâ scene
that orderly, mannered, turn-by-turn, ever-so-slowly-rolled, dagon fling-away processional made me burst out laughing so hard that I woke up the dogs  hahahahahahaahaha  [wheeze] HAAAAAAAAhahahahaha  #when the nash nieces and nephews choreograph fight scenes in the living room
real talk? the mary and ketch dynamic has my support 1000%, that scene made me like them - together and separately - quite a bit. I had actually caught this scene in the midst of whatever I was doing the night it originally aired, and it was enough to distract me into paying attention, and also because I couldn't figure what was with the one-leg-out-up-and-bent post-coital lounging thing happening
well-executed execution, knew it was coming [both because t-bag giffage, and, um, hello see above, re: dabb & co ain't never met an anvil they didn't wanna drop], but even so - the timing was good, they didn't let his speech drag out too long, even though ol' girl's THE COOOOOODE speech was too long. still. they got-in/got-out fairly well
holy shitsnacks. THE CODE. THE LORE. #mindblowers #CASPN Crew feels me on this
12.18 - "A Goat Dude With A Name Like A Pirate's"
oh poor man's Jay Baruchel's about to eat it, ain't he? we were actually getting a cheeky lil' cold open here for once  :::sigh:::
GOAAAAAAT HEAD HAMMER STRIIIIIIIKE JERKY ZOOM IN YAAAAAASSSSS this is the show I signed up for. This. This right here.
give the very magnetic guest sheriff all the gold stars, he is phenomenal, every line delivery, the pacing, the proud-papa eyeballing of the taxidermy, ALL OF IT
it is exactly seven minutes and forty-eight seconds in, and I am actually adoring this episode STOP EVERYTHING IT'S HAPPENING I MIGHT BE TIP-TOEING NEAR THE FAN LINE
rando urban legend [nods], good.... diner banter, very good.... dean sizing up the utterly basic average waitress, annoyed sam tries to press on, Â good good.... [nods again, reaches for snack, settling in] ah-HA! it's the first THE LORE of the episode, hey, should I be documenting those, too? Â no. no, I don't have that kind of time
sorry, my dude
lookit the soft, pretty snow.... [sniffs]
his mjolnir is like a lil' repurposed beer stein.....
I just looked up who wrote this - he has written a grand total of 2 eps, this one, and the other he had to (I've no doubt) carry Dabb on: the wrestling one, which was littered with great moments, places for the guys to stretch their acting legs as it were, nice nostalgia/insight about their childhood that was just kinda floated out there vs. laxative-like exposition, had some fantastic crowley/cas dialogue to boot, and..... Â and......
WHY IS HE NOT ALLOWED TO WRITE MORE THINGS, HE GETS THIS SHOW
Sam bringin' it home - I know we're not done yet, but I'm placing my bets now that this is, to be sure, The *Look* Of The Episode:
oh it's this dude. he's the goat. placing my bets there, too. I find his eyebrows off-putting. goat head = smart move. if he ain't the goat, then he's playing this way too weird. actually if he *is* the goat, he's playing this way too weird  #that's a director anvil #I don't blame the writers
Ketch brand sneery snark is so marvelous..... goooooood tension with the flashlight slow walk peek in grate...... the sound/music is on point...... this is the best episode of the season, easily. like, it'll have to whiff it hard from here on out for me to hate it.... Â YES KETCH YAAAASSSSSS that fucking telescope in a basement..... music here is nailing it, too, it's very jessica jones-ish..... and THANK YOU for just showing them bugging the place, no stupid exposition on here is where we're putting them, here's how we're gonna monitor the frequency bleh bleh bleeecccchhh
THANK YOU WRITER, YOU ARE GOOD AT THIS, SO GOOOOOOD WHEN WILL THEY LET YOU WRITE MORE OF THE THINGS
that family business line coulda gone hella cheesy anvil drop [whispers --- like the on-a-hunt one in wayward pilot sorry-not-sorry] but here it worked, great delivery, great ackles face pull, they hit the moment and it was gone as soon as it came, nicely done
god bless, even the *lighting* is great, the aforementioned grating basement thing, this red in the freezer, dry ice is a touch much but HOOVES ARE THOSE HOOVES OR JUST REALLY CLUNKY BOOTS
the continued hammer-and-sam interactions are not passing me by, I don't know why this is a thing, but I'm not fighting it
that fizzle crackle colt through-and-through tho.... LOOOOVE
did he just dissolve-fart into some paint that I swear to god I'd used for a bathroom I was being wishy-washy on regarding color so I went with this flat pewter neutral garbage? DID I PAINT THE BATHROOM THE COLOR OF MELTED GOD
and what exactly did the monster look like, hmm? WE DON'T KNOW IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT'S WHY IT'S BETTERÂ #itâs the Jaws under the water thing #the trick to making situations unsettling is #not showing all your cards
then..... and..... and.... and  then.......
THAT IS HOW YOU DO A FLASHBACK SEQUENCE
let us not forget that this episode also spawned the greatest outtake that ever outtaked #chupacabra
okay, so, to sum up...... Â I've seen the finale, so since I'm done here, this means 4 more to go, but lemme say now......
Best. Episode. Of. The. Season.Â
plot to dialogue to casting to execution to set design to sound to costuming to lighting - granted, Â minor quibble in that the villain played it a squinch too obvious - but this was as close to flawless as I've seen since earlier seasons, the most recent being.... my mind drifts to something in the 9/10 ballpark but I couldn't say what just now.... beyond this nightmare of a season and the molasses drag that was the darkness arc, for sure. Â anyway. yeah. #good shit
Part two whenever I get around to binge-a-palooza again. I can do this. I might do this. Nah, I will. Eventually.
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Masterpost for my Stories and Ocs!!!
A spoilerfree list of most of my Ocs and stories (reuploaded here on my main blog)
Includes:
- Name of the story and state itâs in
- short summary/facts
- Character names
If you want more information abt any of them(like a description or a pic) or abt the stories, just message me/ ask me! Â Also feel free to ask me to draw them ( for example in the color scheme thing or sth)!
Note: The stories are all written in german so if you donât speak that language i canât send you the original documents but i can try summing them up for you!
I bet this is not everything and i will add stuff but yeah!!!!
Hotaru (first draft is finished)
- Abt two men that are linked through a surgery called âsynchronisationâ, which basically connects their minds and bodies, so they are forced to work as a team. Ea is an ex-soldier and Cain was a hacker, but due to the fact that they canât stand each other, they also didnât share their pasts with each other. To pay someone to unlink them, they become bounty hunters and kidnap the girl Ai and her robot Subaru, which is one of the old military robots, called Hotarus (high technologised, operating, transforming, artificial intelligence, ranger units). They are connected to a human ranger and can transform into what the ranger wants them to transform into.
The Hotaru headquarters exploded 10 years ago and since then the Hotarus are super rare on the black market.
The two men plan on selling both the girl and her robot and letâs just say it all doesnât work out that well.
Ai Hoshino
Ea
Cain Bishop
Subaru
Dr. Chandra Natarajan
10 A
10 B
and other synced pairs
George Watton
Asha Watton
Elaine Bishop
Christopher Bishop
Haruto Hoshino
Shiori Hoshino
The Pleiades. A Hotaru Unit.
Atlas/ Emmett Hunter
Maia/ Ilya Neverwinter
Elektra/ Hailey Gray
Taygete/ Daiyu Ghou
Alcyone/ Charlotte Gryffith)
Caelano/ Sora Aurora River
Merope/ Imogen Harrington
Sterope/ Elizabeth Bresley
Additional Characters for the (maybe Sequel) in which the grown up Ai will try to find out who attacked the Hotaru Headquarters
- Skya
The day the world turned white ( first draft is finished, working on it)
To stop global warming some scientists basically caused a new ice age. On the long run this might be very effective but the former countries, now sectors, are hit by strong ice storms, called snow white. To stay safe huge bunkers, the Safe Cities, were built and the local fauna and flora were stored in Arks, to preserve them.
Usually an alarm sounds before all citizens are brought into the SCs, but this time Reese and her best friend Yuki dont manage to get to the vehicles on time and are left behind. They seek shelter in a private bunker outside of town that Yuki found out about recently. Suddenly a group of boys their age knocks on the door, because they were also left behind and followed the girls.
Al, the brothers Eli and Isaac, Gil and Henry become the new bunker-mates and the group has to survive one year in the bunker, until the storm is over.
( I have a blog for this story, just search for The day the world turned white! There are pics and some posts for example abt which patronus/spirit animal the charas have!)
Reese/ Therese Wells
Al/ Alexander Glover
Yuki Sarah Brooke
Eli Green
Isaac Green
Gil de Santos
Henry Summers
The Sun will always rise (The sequel, probably forever unfinished)
About a group of rebels, the Sun Children, that are sworn enemies to the government and its ways to cope with Snow White.
Takes place abt one/two years after Tdtwtw.
Lucy and Aidan are kicked out of an underground organisation that stays in the cities underground system during the storm phases and the two wander around in the snow until Michael and Rin pick them up and bring them to the Sun Children. From looking into the snow directly to maneuver, Lucy has turned snowblind.
Yeah the plot is⊠not 100% existent.
Characters:
Lucy
Aidan
Michael
Kate
Gil
Bo
Finya
Rin
The XII Games ( First book is finished, i started the second one, unfinished)
A story abt spaceships that let slaves fight in games, if they win a certain number they are âfreeâ. Cassidy makes it and is sold to a women, Trisha, that takes her home onto her home planet, where Cassidy lives a nice life and learns abt her heritage. One year later she meets Tobias again and she and Trisha are brought to a planet that is basically the universes capital. Cassidy has to take a more important role in the uproar of a war, than she ever imagined.( The cast members are mostly human looking but are other, non human, races)
Cass (Cassidy ) Eâ Alandril
Tobias
On the slave ship:
Neala
Sam ( Samuel)
On Anterra:
Trisha  Willowrish
Max ( Maxwell) Â Eâ Alyndral
Lukas
Tori
Khorr
Keri
Wil
Quinna
On the Space sparrow:
Zach ( Zacharyas) Gryaan
Benj ( Benjamin) Bottledom
Rashka Hyrelian
Oreadh Urunna'ur
Butcher
Kagrim
Kyluur
Irian Ashcott
On Capital Estellar:
Galea ( Galeandrih Fiyurâ Ihal)
Iyal
Wren Fawell
Luasia Â
Luminor the Shining
Fallen Angels ( A trilogy, one and a half books were finished, reconcepted)
We donât talk abt this but it was one of my first stories i truly wrote.
Abt fallen angels saving the world or sth. Itâs super clichee and just ugh.
The newer version would cancel some charas and make it abt rebalancing Darkness and Light in the worlds. With a more diverse cast and also different magical races. And a way less creepy Adam.
Eve/Evelyn White
Adam
Peregrine/Perry
Ray/Raven
Sera
Colin
Robin
Raphael
Ky/ Kyron
Gabe/Gabriel Frost
Bree/ Gabriella Frost
Indigo ( havenât written it yet and i donât know if i ever will, but have drawn stuff. I lowkey wanna see this as a comic)
A story abt a clan of shapeshifters, called Indigos. They are basically human that can shift into dolphins and their clan lives on an island near Australia. Its a modern story and the gang consisting of our local gay dolphin girl Keerie, her cousins Akash and Arjuun (younger brother, older sis), and Ky ( adopted as a child, japanese heritage, a different breed of dolphin idk) lives their ânormal livesâ with lots of shenenigans and drama.
Some day Keerie falls in love with Navy, the daughter of the owner of the local Aquapark (that the clan suspect also does illegal stuff like snatching wild animals).
Keerie
Arjuun
Akash
Ky
Navy
âNeo Alcatrazâ ( reworks of a very old story)
To put it simply, there is a pack of scientists that bionically enhance children and send them off to different countries to basically be local superheroes. Our gang was kinda left behind bc the countries rather took the newer, better versions and here they are now, a bunch of supernatural teens facing the (not so) everyday struggles of life.
Atalanta
Chi
Callie
Lee
Victor/Konrad
Gemsona (just art)
Larimar
- has water powers and her backstory bases on my private/old Squads life story and a lot of me thinking of drawing music videos for her but never doing it
Anthea (art and headcanons)
- my Dnd Oc
The Bender Girls ( art and headcanons)
- basically some Avatar the last Airbender Ocs i made once
Daiyu
Hotaru
Yura
SĂŒndenfall / Sinfall (short story)
A short story i wrote for a competition which is basically every crime series but magic.
Harvey is immortal, he dies and is revived, and solves crimes through it. Paige is basically his assistant and the case they are on is abt a person that kills magical beings and âarrangesâ the victims fitting to the seven sins.
Ilya Winter
Harvey
Paige
Delphi
Sphinx
The concept charas, that had a different storyline ( they were basically a team of magical beings that would solve cases⊠rather unconventional.) I considered reworking them into the new Fallen Angels concept:
Ilya
Harvey
Timothy
Worth mentioning:
Project Alpha (script, some art):
The script for a shortfilm i once made with my friends. A school class has a plane crash and only a few students survive, they all embody a different character archetype (the sunshine, the soziopath, the smart one etc.) They try to survive and are put through weird psychological mind experiments like the trolley problem.
To be honest, the concept had and still has a lot of potential and we just hadnât the opportunities to rly set it the way we anticipated. The shooting day was super fun, though! Still laughing about the outtakes
Astral Chronicles (some art and a few chapters, unfinished)
A story Idea i still like but probably wont write like this because of copyright problems. Its basically a giant Crossover.
Its abt people who have an Astral( mostly a literature figure) they embody when they are dreaming. Their body stays in bed and is vulnerable but the Astral can basivally run around and has special powers. If the Astral dies, the person wakes up but i think when the body dies the person dies too? idk.
The Protagonist embodies Alice and there are also the White Rabbit, Peter Pan, Tinkerbell usw.
There was also some kind of conflict? I dont remember.
If i would ever rewrite it the Astrals would be embodiments of the Zodiac signs.
(does this even fit?)
The Fanfiction thing i wrote abt Peter Pan/ Jack Frost
- like i have tons of short drabbles and the start of a fanfiction and honestly i liked the ideas i had a lot
The ones we better not talk abt:
Part Hunter
Basically there was a being named eternity/aeterna that was shattered into oarts (like in TRC)
and chosen ones have to reclaim them.
The ones that basically die are turned into guardians, like Time and Space ( they had animal companions they were fused with i guess)
Melody is the current part hunter and has a tragic love story, her animal is a tiny horse thing??????
Idk
basically a long story in which i used my dreams as base for the episodes
The nameless story
Actually super interesting but too many charas and a too tiny will to draw action scenes or write them.
Like its based around a super popular game in huge spheres/buildings and the teams wear some anti gravity outfits and shoes and can walk on the walls and shit and can basically attack using elements/illusion/ conjure monsters idk.
And the main team had an opponent team that basically specialized in the 25272 other elements and some day they just fused teams idk.
There also was some prophecy shit abt the anchors, ppl that can control all elements the same???? Idk
Element guardians
- basically four teens that control the elements and do shit together
- at some point i gave all of them dragons
- still thinking abt this sometimes
- The originals:
Luna: the shameless self insert , earth, pony girl, bland blonde i think
Katy: Air, best friend, bubbly
Dan: The jock. Fire
Nick: The emo. Water
At some point Katy became Skye and Dan and Nick got other names but yeah-
Talent Academy
The story thats basically a ripoff of Alice academy. Like a school with hierachie between the students and ranks and shit and different houses and the students have powers IDK
If you read through all of this, bless you for showing interest in my stories ;) And hey, if you want me to rant about any of them, just send me an ask or a message!!!
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Motivation
I understand from the beginning this blog has been about me â mainly my pregnancy, my birth and my ârecovery.â I have said before, but I continue to be overwhelmed at the reaction and response to what I have written, from people I havenât spoken to in years, to possibly people I havenât even met. With that in mind I now feel I might need to do a wee introduction to myself.
I live in Scotland with my husband, our son and our two Springer Spaniels. I am now living in the town I was born in. I went to primary school here and went to secondary school not too far away. My mum taught at my primary school, and my dad taught at my secondary school. (Yeah, I didnât have many boyfriends at school â especially as my dad was head of PE and one of the rugby coaches!!). I think itâs important to speak about a major thing that happened in my life, because it might explain my mindset. When I was 14, my dad was killed crossing the road in Spain when he was on a golf holiday. It is the worst thing that has ever happened to me and my family, and that hasnât changed. Itâs been 18 years, but it you never get used to that â you learn to live with it. Every single happy occasion is tinged with sadness knowing he is missing it all. That will continue for the rest of my life. Itâs become even more apparent now I have my son â he would have loved being a grandparent and would have been the best Grandpa ever. Cailean is Gaelic for Colin â we named him for my dad. We pronounce it differently to the Scottish Gaelic pronunciation, but I suspect itâs similar to the Irish. Iâm okay with that. đ I mention all of this, because no matter how tough this journey gets, Iâve been through worse things, and I know there are always going to people in a worse position than me.
I studied Law with Spanish at the University of Glasgow. I lived for a year in Granada in the south of Spain studying Law IN Spanish as part of my degree. I became a lawyer in Glasgow, having trained in civil and criminal court practice. As a newly qualified, I then focused solely on crime. Itâs less like Suits or Legally Blonde, more like: this cell smells of pee, the client stinks of alcohol, and Iâm at a police station until 5am and I have to leave for court at 7am miles away. The gown was pretty cool though â makes you feel quite powerful, like a superhero â defender of the neds and the smelly. I do sometimes miss it â the challenge of being constantly intellectually challenged and thinking on your feet (literally on your feet in the courtroom) by some of the brightest legal minds in the country. The buzz of winning my first trial and being able to learn at the feet of the masters in High Court cases when instructing Counsel. I always thought Iâd end up wearing the wig myself, but sadly legal aid is a shitshow and crime really doesnât pay â what they donât tell you is, it doesnât pay the lawyers either!
Fun fact â the Spanish always comes in handy on holiday, and actually we were already booked to go to Mallorca when the doctor told us we were pregnant. Bit shit I couldnât have a cocktail on holiday, but there you go! I had bought new clothes for it and by the end of the 10 days â yes 10 DAYS - only weeks pregnant, I couldnât fit some of them! Start of the story of my lifeâŠWe were in the hotel restaurant and they had homemade ice cream. Anyone who has been pregnant knows whippy or soft ice cream is a no-no. Anything has to be from pasteurised milk. It was roasting, the ice cream looked amazing â what can I say. I used my language skills to explain to the waitress I was pregnant, and was the ice cream made from pasteurised milk? She congratulated me and had to go and check with the chef but thankfully it was. So the first person in the world we told we were pregnant, was the waitress. It was in Spanish so I didnât really feel it counted, but it makes me laugh even now. Even more so when âpregnant,â in Spanish is a word that looks like it could mean âembarrassed.â You can imagine when I was Uni student you didnât want to be making that mistake in conversation!!!
Hope that gives a bit of an insight, but back to the rehab. In my last blog I mentioned the decision I made to definitely have surgery and hitting the reset button multiple times in preparation. I was due to appear at Grainneâs conference in Glasgow. It was so oversubscribed, that Lyndsey ended up sorting another date here at my local hospital for anyone who couldnât make it to the Glasgow date. That was due to happen the end of March. The week of the conference I was due to see Lyndsey, having not seen her since the end of February. Iâd still been working hard in between times and progressing where I could but it always helps to have a goal and something to aim for.
I had a trip to Belfast at the start of March. Some of you will have seen my posts about that â yet more queries about if I was pregnant, yet more jeans that didnât fit. This story was getting old. Happily, there was a tiny gym in my lovely hotel and after work the two days, I hit that. I was feeling pretty good but as I mentioned I had motivation â when you know youâre going to be tested in a room full of some of the best pelvic health physios in the country, you donât want to look weak and useless. If Iâm going to be tested on my ability to perform a crunch with a double leg lift (thanks Antony!) then you better believe Iâm going to work my butt off to give a good account of myself. Not only that, but Antony was due over to Scotland in May to run a course for fitness pros and physiotherapists (thank you Rosie!). We had agreed I would donate my body to the cause and we would finally get the chance to meet in person. Powerful thing motivation.
Then it just disappeared. Coronavirus hit and my appointment and the conference were postponed (understandably). Lyndsey kindly called me, which was unexpected, to tell me she was being redeployed to a ward and did I still have contact with Grainne and Antony in case I needed anything? Thatâs the incredible thing about these people â theyâre not just amazing at their jobs, they are amazing people. That is why I am so lucky. That is why I knew I would cope â even if it was a bit rubbish knowing I will go months without physical feedback and what felt like nothing to work for. Wrong.
Iâve mentioned perhaps only a few times (!) how lucky I am and how much respect and admiration and just pure gratitude I have for those on my team. Iâve not even seen Grainne and Antony in person, but I undoubtedly count them as part of my team. How could I not? They have helped me progress in a way I never thought was possible. They have advised me in ways Lyndsey admitted she couldnât, because if it isnât for the likes of Grainne and Antony, that information just does not exist, or certainly not enough of it does. I am more informed now than I ever have been. That is down to them and everything I have been advised. I owe it to all of them, to work at this and continue to work at this regardless. I owe it to myself, but a bigger driver is not letting them down. That is almost more important to me than doing this for me is.
I was unwell for the first few weeks of lockdown. It was suspected kidney stones, possible kidney infection, after I discovered blood in my urine. Pretty scary especially when youâre in a lot of pain. When the X ray and urine came back negative and the antibiotics didnât work (yep a trip to the GP and hospital during a pandemic) â the doctor was perplexed so made an urgent referral to Urology. They then made an urgent referral to Radiology for me to have a CT scan. Radiology apparently decided it was routine, not urgent, so I had to chase around three different departments. With it being âroutineâ â they werenât doing routine appointments during the pandemic so I wouldnât be seen. Urology decided to get it upgraded as urgent as I still had blood in my urine. Finally, they agreed and two weeks later (this has now been going on over a month) I have now had my CT scan. Iâm waiting to hear from Urology.
In that time, I felt pretty demotivated â I was in pain so rehab felt out of the question. The pain was mostly in my side, but also my lower back and lower abdomen. Not really helpful to then engage in exercises testing your core. Time started to tick by, but I was exhausted and just not really in the mood. Then a lightbulb just flickered on and stayed on. How could I possibly explain the next time I spoke with one of my physios I just havenât bothered? I wouldnât be able to look them in the eye and I would be ashamed. The pain was still there, albeit duller than it had been, so I pushed through. This is the resilience I was referring to in my previous post. I needed to forget about my kidneys and just get on with it. Thatâs what childbirth is about after all â you may be in pain or discomfort, but you just get on with it because thereâs no choice. So do what you have to, but just do it.
I started posting about it again on social media. I had been relatively quiet, but I thought I needed to get accountable. I knew there was a chance they were watching (I wasnât wrong). I addressed the things I would like to do and how I was managing that without direct feedback from my physios â I bought an abdominal slant bench with the idea I could try to get to full sit-ups. Lyndsey had discovered a 30 degree angle was probably ideal until I could overcome the initial angle from flat to 30 degrees â after that I was fine. Then I had a message from Grainne who had seen my story on Instagram. She told me to just do it. Forget the bench just do it. It seemed like a piece of simple advice, but sheâll never know how much that impacted my mindset (unless she reads this of course!). It lit a spark of less thinking, more doing. So I did exactly that, and before I knew it I had reached 15 full sit-ups. My feet were locked and that is still the case now, but I never needed them to be before everything. Iâm aiming to get to a point where they arenât locked. Thatâs the point - I have goals back, itâs just Iâm setting them and not my physios.
That then gave me the freedom to test my boundaries â press-ups were on my knees and had been for a while. What if I did them full on my feet how I used to? Started with 4, then 8 on my knees. Next night, 6 on my feet, 6 on my knees. Next night, 8 on my feet, 4 on my knees. Then it was 8 on my feet, but 8 on my knees. Now, itâs more like 16 on my feet, and 14 on my knees â Iâve just done it over two reps. I started doing more upper body work with the dumbbells I already had. Then I started doing my planks on my feet â I last only a few seconds but this is usually after my press-ups and sit-ups so Iâm letting that go at the moment. I donât use the bench now: until the other night â I tried a few reverse crunches. My back wasnât a fan, so will have to leave that on the shelf for just now and come back to it. Instead Iâve been trying to build more strength in the crunch with the double leg lift â Iâll explain why in a couple of paragraphs.
In between I got a very welcome email from Grainne â given how everything was going, she wanted to do another consult. Not just that, but somehow in the midst all of the chaos, she had put together an online version of the course that was due to take place in person and I was very kindly being given access as the live case study. Told you â amazing person! The course was really interesting, and amazing to work through - no surprises here. It was fantastic to get the opportunity to read more about what I was going through and the more clinical side. Of course, there are bits there are lost on me, but I like to learn so thatâs not a problem. She is going to continuously add to the section on me because there will be further updates, but itâs crazy to listen back to the consults we had when we first started.
Our next consult was even better than I thought it was going to be, because both Antony and Lyndsey were also able to join. Lyndsey had started this whole journey of mine and was the reason I even know about Grainne and Antony â I was delighted she would get to speak to them âface to faceâ as it were, for the first time. With my back giving me a bit of bother, I altered what exercises I was doing in the lead up to the call. I absolutely knew Antony was going to ask me to do the crunch with the double leg lift and I really wanted to not want to collapse in a heap like I did last time. I had to prove the work I had put in and that I was getting stronger. I actually practised some but had to stop, so was slightly dreading that part, but itâs amazing what strength you find when you need it. It was more or less the first thing I was asked to do, aside from stand there so they could see what the appearance was like. There was a comment or two that it looked good, but I didnât really pay attention too much. Funny how I did a few days laterâŠ
I was honest about my lack of motivation, but Antony said it was a good thing â athletes need days off and come back feeling refreshed, why wouldnât i? Thatâs what I love about Antony â he challenges your beliefs and pushes you to be better. He has such a knack for stating something so simply that it really strikes a chord and resonates.
The double leg lift and crunch went well enough, but the repetition tired me out. Not sure if Iâll ever get over that the way things are, but it definitely went better than last time. Antony admitted it was the hardest thing he would ask me to do and he always starts there. Good thing I love a challenge! One of the biggest takeaways I had from this were two-fold: I hold my breath when it gets hard. When Iâm pushed to my physical limit, I hold my breath. Antony asked me to sing a note as I did a sit-up. I tried so hard not to laugh as it seemed so ridiculous. They must have all thought I sounded like the catâs chorus!! (I promise I can actually sing better than in that video if anyone ever sees it). In my defence, itâs the same part of the sit-up that previously stopped me from doing one at all â thatâs where I lose it. I now have a decent marker for progress though â when I can hold that note, Iâll have gotten stronger and sit-ups will be easier.
Secondly, when we were wrapping up at the end, Lyndsey said how much she appreciated being on the call. She said something she had never said to meâ she knew she couldnât help me get to where I wanted to be which is why she told me to listen to that podcast all those months ago. That was huge. You worry people are offended when you seek a second opinion, yet here was Lyndsey saying she was grateful they were able to help when she thought she couldnât. See what I mean? Incredible people â I canât say it enough.
When I said I had nothing to work for I was wrong. Iâm not just working for myself â Iâm working for my team. As little information as there is out there about Diastasis Recti, these people are trying to change that. The least I can do to thank them for everything they are doing for me, and so many other women out there, is to work my ass off to show their research, their advice, their practises work. That they are right, and I am proof of that. If youâve seen my recent post, youâll know what I mean. In under 6 months my body shape has changed massively â even to the point that I am actually noticing now. I would never have agreed before about that. I refused to believe or listen when people told me âyour tummy is coming down.â Oh yeah? Well how come the gap is no smaller and the measurements say it isnât? I havenât had those measurements taken since February. If I was gambler, Iâd bet at least the circumference has come down since then.
Iâm now back to doing more of the type of exercises Iâve always done at the gym. Thatâs liberating in itself, but I also have freedom to decide where this goes. I probably always had that freedom, but the reality is I was holding myself back â I was constantly checking in to make sure it was okay. Thatâs nobodyâs fault â its partly the way people are trained to treat women with diastasis recti, but itâs partly down to my attitude of not wanting to do wrong; not wanting to disappoint. Thatâs innate in me and always has been.
Thereâs very little that is off the table now. I jokingly said Iâd like to get to pull-ups. Well the response was a resounding, unanimous âDO ITâ. Iâm going to be grateful for the rest of my life to these people and I canât even begin to thank them enough. They havenât just given me all the advice, support and help when I needed it most â theyâve given me motivation, a positive mindset, and the freedom to choose the direction that this goes. They have backed me all the way and continue to do so. There is still such a long way to go, but what will be a very difficult and no doubt painful journey, is made a hell of lot easier with them on my team. Iâll need this when the days get tough and there will be many of those ahead. This is my motivation when I hit the reset button.
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Episode #3:Â âI Wanna Start S#!tâ - Chelsea
Honestly, Steffen, not much has happened for me in the first two episodes. We'll go over it really quick. I liked my original tribe of 5 with Jules, Liam, Christine, and Ryan. They were all awesome. My mentor, Colin, a fellow House of Shade alumni--also awesome. We won the flash game challenge (of the 5 competitors of my tribe, I scored 1 point which landed me in the middle of our tribe rankings). I bonded with Christine early. That could be something to hang onto. The following round was a crapshoot competition and we won that, too! On my new tribe, I like Lauren and Jack and I also have Christine there. I really wish there was more dirt or drama because I love writing lengthy confessionals, but things are just getting started here!
Alright. So I guess no one wants pleasant kind hearted lily around. They want mean angry bitter ass lily which I'm happy to give but they ain't gonna like it. I got an extra vote on this island thing that no one is gonna know about because fuck these bitches. I know I will need the upper hand later when the couples try to destroy the singles. When I get out of reflection island I'm gonna try to buddy up with Connor and ask him to be my new mentor. Jules I'm pissed. I wish I knew exactly what happened but I will try to get to the bottom of it and make sure all those losers pay. I hope you start feeling better too. I feel like I can't trust anyone after that but Jackson seems pretty genuine of not knowing or not being able to do anything. But, because of this HUGE betrayal everyone on that other tribe can fend for themselves. I'll be all nice nice yeah I'd love to work with you but nah. I ain't interested. Let's be clear here, I have no loyalties and I'm not playing some kind of loyal game. You cut my mentor ill cute you. BYE Andreas also told me about Jules getting voted out most likely before the vote which is cool. I appreciate that. But Nicholas Colin we ain't buddies. I'm rooting for a student to win but it ain't y'all. Tonight I will hopefully put together a board of what original tribes people were on their swap tribe and who their mentor is. I think this will help me get a better picture of what's going on. Also, being bitter as fuck only two days in? My aesthetic.Â
Oh and also I miss the damn creative challenge? There better be more to come because I'm sad. I've never done a music video challenge this was my shot and these bitches took me out!!! What the HECKIE????Â
nothing's really happened imo. this main is slow. i want drama. nicholas said there's a majority cross tribe alliance. where's my invite? i wanna start shit. my goal is just to make merge so i can blow up, the best way "Trixsea" Steele knows how. :) :) :)
I know i killed this music video challenge, but Chelsea told me that me and only 3 others submitted anything and after re-reading the rules and seeing that its an extra 5 points for every appearance we could actually be fucked. It wouldn't be to big of a problem because honestly I like going to tribal and getting to vote people off, but I also know of the cross tribe majority alliance who supposedly has majority on our tribe right now. If we lose this I'll probably try to blow up and either shake that alliance up or go out in a blaze of chaotic glory. Â
Im at tribal right now and I was getting a sick feeling that I was going to be the one voted out... But I always feel like that. I think that I am going to get my team together, Liam got a vote and if he wasn't sure if he wanted to work with me (even thought he said he wanted to) so yeah.... Me, Andreas, Colin, Liam, Ryan, Jackson... Then we have the numbers? yeah cus there is only nine of us rn. We could pull in Conner to make life really easy and to add a couple number just encase. If we do that then out of everyone we would have: Me and Liam, Colin and Brett, Ryan and Jackson, Andreas and... someone (-_- sorry) and then Conner who lost their student. Thats 9 people in a game with 18? maybe that  about half. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore but I do know that this needs to happen soon before I get bumped to the side... I do no like being a side bitchÂ
Ahhhh, I'm literally so in love with this challenge it was so much fun and Chelsea did such an amazing job editing it. If we don't win I'll be shocked...and scared. Lauren disappeared for a bit and didn't participate so like I'm a little...or a lot worried for her. As of right now I literally love this tribe. QuilLynn is super smart and I adore her, Willow and Chelsea are sweet and adorable and Brett is a gem. I guess the only person I haven't clicked with is Jack but for now everything's looking good and Im hoping we win the challenge :)
Whew, I'm so excited to have won immunity! The challenge was so much fun and now...its messy cause alliances are starting to form and QuilLynn told me about one that apparently me and Lauren are in? So I don't know if Lauren's making deals without me or what, but nobody's approached me specifically and I'm not in any chats so! I'm not sure what's going on and I don't like it. I think right now my #1 is QuilLynn. She's smart, sweet and very easy to talk to so I officially adore her and wanna protect her at all costs. I need to get things in order with Lauren cause I don't wanna get in the middle of some warfare we don't need to be in.Â
We lost. Again. This is the worst. My tribe is cursed. Kinda. It's like a blessing in disguise for me tbh. I'm using this time to recover from last round and regroup. There's more talk of a majority alliance forming and I wanna make sure it happens so I can solidify my place in it. I think my number 1 ally has shifted from Nicholas to Jackson now. Jackson is literally my fave person in this game. He's so nice and fun to talk to, he's socially and strategically aware, and most importantly, he's really cute and nice to look at so! I still got that alliance with JD and Andreas but I am not really loyal to it. JD seems to playing messily and I've mentioned before Andreas seems too well connected for his own good. Anyway, onto this vote! Literally? The only thing I've heard? Is Connor? but....... that's all I've heard. Connor isn't putting out another name. No one else is putting out another name. And that's a recipe for paranoia in my mind. I wanna trust the majority that's been built, JD says Jackson and Ryan will be voting with us, and I trust them 10000% but I'm a paranoid hoe.Â
my confessional game so far has been weak af so far like I literally forgot to write a confessional last round, so I guess I'll just do a quick recap. Essentially I have mixed feelings about my tribe bc there are 3 other people who I really like Chelsea, QuilLynn, and Gage. We ended up creating an alliance and QuilLynn titled it "arent you Klad I didn't say fjorden" which is iconic! Anyway that cookie challenge last round killed me but I'm glad I came up with the strategy to split 3 on 0, 3 on 9 and 3 in the middle. Lily was convinced that they weren't going to put all their cookies on one of our tribe mates so like I'm kinda glad I proved her wrong lmao idk. As for the people I have mixed feelings about Jack is okay I mean he usually replies but in PMs he can be kinda boring and give one word answers. Christine is really nice but she just doesnt reply a lot? maybe she just doesnt like small talk or something. Brett, I've heard really good things about him but he only replies when its about him lol, like if I ever start sharing one of my stories or whatever idk he just stops replying lol. Lauren, okay shes super cute but seems inactive. Anyway I was like super excited that we got to do the music video challenge this round, its always super fun even though what I make is always really awkward lmao. Anyway like 4 people from our tribe didnt submit, Jack was sick (so he says), Gage was moving which is alright, and Lauren (didn't say anything about why she didn't do it lol), and Chelsea was editing so its all good. Shes like a really good editor and our video turned out great so I'm glad we won even though we had like 4 people in the video compared to them having like 7. So then QuilLynn informs me that Chelsea told her that theres a majority alliance of like 8ish people?? like what the fuck thats about half the people here. So its Andreas-Jack, Colin-Brett, JD-Liam, and potentially Lauren-Christine. And there are a bunch of people we're unsure could be in the alliance. And then as Im hearing about the alliance I'm realizing that it consists of the people on my tribe who dont always reply to me lol or when they do are boring. And I mean I know im not the most interesting texter but these people are worse then me. So then I was talking to Ryan and asking him about his tribe and the reward and stuff to see if I could get any information about whether if hes in the majority or not without directly asking. So I was like whats was the idol clue reward this time and he told me about how it has to do with whoever gets the lowest score in the challenge, which sounds super complicated bc if someone with the lowest score doesnt have the clue then no one gets the idol. And he gave the clue to me, and I wanna give it to QuilLynn but we dont need too many people throwing the challenge and if one of our alliance members already has it then it should be alright, and it'll keep up my trust with Ryan since Im not supposed to give it to anyone so Im hoping its a win win. but he told me that I wasnt supposed to tell anyone about what the reward was but before he told me that I had already told my alliance bc I think I trust them more oops? but I think I want to trust Ryan. I told him that I heard rumors about a cross tribe majority alliance but thats all I knew, and he told me about a group of mentors and students talk about a potential alliance and they asked Danielle about it and she told Ryan she would try to get him in if she could. So then I tried talking to Danielle just making small talk or whatever and she only gave one word answers, which was fucking weird? Like some shit is clearly going on that I dont know about? I can already tell im becoming messy af which I wanted to not try to do as much as I did last season but maybe im just naturally a messy player and theres nothing I can do about it lol. Anyway I hope the majority isnt something I should worry about and I hope they self destruct somehow or Im just hoping that it doesnt exist at all and it was just a rumor made up to scare people or some shit.Â
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Initial Thoughts--6x16 Motherâs Little Helper
Well that episode was quite the wild ride, wasnât it? Â We got a little bit of everything--pirates, Neverland, a nasty new villain, pirates (specifically a certain one-handed one who is amazing), twists and turns, an evil giant spider (could have done without that!), pirates, a tragic backstory, Emma and Killian both fighting like crazy to get back to each other, pirates, a double-cross from someone whoâs being controlled, pirates, a new twist to the author story that ups the stakes, pirates, Lost Boys out for blood, and...did I mention pirates? Â Because I liked the Hook/Blackbeard scenes. Â A lot.
Overall impression: Â Excellent episode in the midst of whatâs turning into an excellent arc! Â They have me on the edge of my seat waiting to find out what happens next...and I donât even have a clue what that might be! Â Speculatingâs fun, but when a narrative leaves you without even a guess where theyâre going next? Â Thatâs OUAT at itâs best!
Okay, so 3 main plot lines this week: 1. Henry and his little author incident. 2. Gideonâs backstory with the Black Fairy and his further attempts to kill Emma. and 3. Hook trying to find a way back to Emma. Â Under the cut, letâs dive a little more deeply into each one of those storylines.
Henry, the author and the last chapter
Very curious what happened to Henry when he went into that little trance. Â I wonder what exactly he wrote--and in what language.
Maybe some people were looking forward to seeing Isaac again, but...eh...4b was one of my least favorite seasons, and he just got on my nerves with his whininess....and he just kept it up in this episode.
I was glad Regina called Isaacâs bluff. Â She knew she had him over a barrel. Â He may have info she needed, but he wanted to get out of Storybrooke more than she wanted his info, so the ball was totally in her court.
Interesting about the story being in itâs final chapter, though.  I wonder what that means, exactly?  How will the saviorâs story end?  What happens after the final chapter is written? Could we be lucky and get a season 7 about our faves living their Happy Endings?
Isaac explained whatâs going on with the book, but he didnât really address the whole Henry situation. Â How does Regina keep Henry from having further such incidents? Â What happens if he keeps having them? Â Is there any significance to that other language he wrote? Â
So many questions!
I will say, kudos to Regina for working so hard to try to fix the EQâs messes!
Gideon/Emma/the Black Fairy/Rumbelle
Rumple had some messed up parents!
The Black Fairy is shaping up to be quite the formidable villain.  Thereâs something chilling and evil about her that goes beyond what weâve seen from other villains.  And Rumple definitely came by his penchant for manipulation honestly!
Not surprised she cast the Dark Curse, but her attitude toward the children she kidnapped is curious. Â Itâs almost like she honestly does see herself as their mother, as someone they should love, despite her cruelty. Â In that sense, sheâs your stereotypical fairy tale wicked step-mother.
Chilling how she was able to brainwash Gideon and turn him from a scared little boy who was terrified of her to her second in command. Â Seems a bit of Stockholm Syndrome took place there.
I liked that it was his friend that he wasnât able to save that snapped him back into a desire to fight the Black Fairy. Â Not cool on her part, though, to orchestrate the whole situation to trick Gideon into betraying her.
How did I not see the heart control coming?  Itâs classic Once Upon a Time.  How did the writers manage to blindside me with it?  Kudos to them!
In the present, I dearly loved seeing Emma fighting back and ready to beat the crap out of Gideon to get Killian back. Â I get why Emma reacted the way she did in the last episode, but I love having the fighter back!
It showed what a genuinely good person Emma is that she took Rumbelleâs suggestions, and went to Gideon--after all heâs done to her--genuinely trying to help him and give him back hope. Â I liked that she was willing to help him.
Bringing a gigantic Shelob-wannabe spider to the sorcererâs mansion in order to kill Emma? Â Ugh! Â That whole scene, from the moment Gideon trapped Emma in the web to the moment the spider mummified her felt like it was right out of Lord of the Rings. Â Gideon was Gollum, Emma was Frodo, and the spider was obviously Shelob. Â I guess that makes Rumple Sam....? Â Okay, thatâs weird.
I was glad Rumple saved Emmaâs life, and I am glad that heâs stopped being the absolute worst in order to try to save his son from becoming evil.
Yet still...there were definitely things about Rumbelle in this episode that struck me a bit wrong. Â Even when theyâre at their best, their morality is just a little bit...off.
I get both Belle and Rumple wanting to help their son. Â I get them hoping for his ultimate goodness, hoping they can get through to him and bring him back from the dark side. Â I get them not wanting someone to harm their son. Â But I think they make a huge mistake when they only look at who they think he might be deep down and they ignore, downplay, or dismiss the terrible things heâs done.
No, no oneâs born evil. Â Yes, Gideon had a terrible childhood, but you know what? Â That doesnât give him licence to try to kill an innocent woman who was genuinely trying to help him. Â Newsflash: nearly everyone in Storybrooke had a tragic backstory. Â Maybe they werenât raised by someone as dark as the Black Fairy, but they had terrible traumas as well. Â The heroes overcame them and went on to be heroic. Â It is possible. Â What makes one a hero is not how good their life was in the past, but how they choose to live their life going forward. Â *Note, in all of this discussion about my issues with Rumbelle, keep in mind they donât know that Gideonâs heart is being controlled by the Black Fairy, so itâs kind of irrelevant to my discussion of their behavior.*
By dismissing what heâs done as âheâs really a good person deep down, give him a chance,â theyâre really not doing Gideon any favors.  They are kind of enabling him in living in a way that will ultimately be his destruction. (Granted, Belle is less guilty of this than Mr. âthey just see things in black and whiteâ Gold.  She acknowledges that Emma was right in what she said; itâs just that her motherâs heart canât stand to see her son suffer, which is understandable.)
It also frustrated me greatly the way they treated Emma and insisted she treat Gideon with kid gloves. Â She owes that kid nothing. Â Heâs tried to kill her twice now, shows no indication heâll stop until someone stops him, and he banished her True Love to a distant land just when she needs him most. Â Emma has a right to defend herself in whatever way is necessary. Â If Gideon ends up hurt as a consequence of that, itâs on him. Â Emma didnât start this fight. Â She never sought Gideon out. Â Sheâs done everything she can for him. Â Whatever bad things befall him are on him....
...or they would be if he were truly in control of himself. Â As it is, heâs not in control of his heart, so he canât stop himself from trying to kill her. Â It turns out, Gideon needs saving more than any of them know.
And now the Black Fairy is in Storybrooke. Â Out of the frying pan and into the fire!
Killian and Blackbeard
Ngl. Â I would watch an entire episode of nothing but Killian and Blackbeard one-upping and sassing each other. Â That was A+ quality stuff there!
Killian, thoroughly pirate and thoroughly hero was hot. Â I mean, heâs always hot, but thereâs a certain...pirate swagger thatâs been missing for a while, and words cannot express how happy I was to see it back.
That one handed shuffling thing Killian did...be still my heart. Â (How many takes did it get Colin to do that without dropping cards everywhere, bless him.)
Excellent strategic thinking on Killianâs part! Â His strategy was brilliant. Â Win or lose, he knew heâd get Blackbeard to do what he wanted. Â If he won, he just got the bean. Â If he lost, Blackbeard would still take him home, even if just to get his newly acquired loot.
I love how unconcerned Killian was about Blackbeards taunts about him giving up everything for a woman. Â Emmaâs more important to him than anything or anyone, and he couldnât care less if Blackbeard wants to rib him about it until the cows come home.
But of course, Killian couldnât get home because of Gideonâs saviorâs tears spell. Â I love that they ended up on Neverland instead! Â Iâve been hoping to get back to Neverland for a long time!
Those Lost Boys were intense!
Not at all cool of Blackbeard to knock Killian out and steal the boat. Â Also...not the brightest of all ideas. 1. If he leaves Killian high and dry, howâs he ever going to get the Jolly that he won? Â 2. Where does he think heâs going to go? Â Theyâre in the realm of Neverland. Â Literally the only place he can go is the island.
I was a little disappointed we didnât get a CS reunion in this episode, but in hindsight, it was probably best. Â There was way too much going on in this episode. Â The reunion couldnât possibly get the focus it deserves amidst all the chaos.
Looking forward, next week looks like another wild ride! Â Canât wait until next Sunday!
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