#JAIL for the writers . for one thousand years

[gravelsong]

And if you listen closely in the direction of Canada, you can hear the faint, anguished warbling of a man who could've had it all

God he's so cool though

[andtorturedhandssopale]

he's a self-appointed sheriff, he's a dad, he's horrible at communicating with other people, he's the patron saint of the fucked up little town he's stuck in, he had worms in his blood for a while, he loves his son, he's best friends with his daughter in law, he has a homoerotic relationship with the ghost of the local priest (who also died in his arms), he has parkinson's, the hole you put him in is not deep enough and he's coming out right now, one of his biggest dreams is to own a boat, he's god's favourite (and that's not good for him but he's coping), he's actually indecisive by nature but he's trying to mimick his dead wife who he idolised because everyone's counting on him, he has no regard for his personal safety, he's unkillable, he wants to be martyred so so so bad, he's at his wits' end and currently engaged in combat with horrors beyond everyone's comprehension.

[taricide]

I'm so mad at netflix for butchering the grisha trilogy AND crooked kingdom at the same time holy fuck. The grisha trilogy wasn't too great imo but i still really liked those books and Netflix just completely fucked it up in all the ways possible. Like Zoya for one, her character arc was so noticeable in the books and now it's not even there ???!!! i don't like the casting for her either but that's another thing. She was exceptionally powerful and an excellent commander and now she's just .. Someone We Know. Why did they have to kill off David so soon ? WHAT was the point. I also really liked alinas hair being bleached to white which completely was NOT shown. Also it's so dumb how Nikolai didn't need to get tailored to be sturmhond. book sturmhond is 100% times better. And the nichevo'ya look really really stupid. Nikolai being attacked by the Darkling in the books was a hundred times more impactful than just some random wound. Also I'm really confused as to how grisha can travel freely in shu han but whatever. Also i feel like the apparat and his cult was a fun thing to explore. And i imagined Tamar's axes to be much bigger, the ones she has in the show look so dumb I'm sorry. I'm still mad that everyone calls the darkling "kirrigan" because that just takes away some of the weight of his presence. I have so many more things to be mad about but I'm forgetting so let's talk about the crows. Inej's trauma was quite literally erased from the show and tante heleen being killed earlier just makes me 2?#+8*+₹ so annoyed. They just explored kaz's trauma like everyone else doesn't matter. Jesper is now sleeping around for some reason which is a very cool and normal way to show bisexuality. Jesper and wylan getting together before Nadia and tamar is so crazy to me... i HATE it. Pekka rollins being defeated and making up a plot specifically to defeat the crows makes no sense, and that wasn't even the point of his character . The point was that he didn't remember kaz because he's ruined countless lives. Some of the crows' exchanges seem so fake to me and the dialogue is so poorly written that it's laughable. I don't think theyre gonna adapt crooked kingdom since they've already adapted a bastardized horrible version of that book. Anyway i hope the show gets cancelled and the writers get fired and the show becomes obscure and everyone forgets about it.

[juhbebbie]

When July finally rolls around my blog will be unreadable. Just a heads up

[walker-extended-universe]

Also I can't believe Liam got to do some lawyering (that someone actually wanted him to do!) and WE DIDN'T GET TO SEE IT

How dare the show finally have Liam get back to lawyer stuff and not show us? It's a crime. A devilsh crime.

[edenprime]

I keep flip-flopping on whether I like Liara's change in characterization post-ME1. Was she changed exclusively by the devs/writers so that she could be an action girl, which is considered more interesting/sexier? Was it a side-effect of her being put on the "everyone is now an edgelord" train? Or did it actually make sense?

At the present I'm inclined to think it's a mix of the last two. At the start of ME, she says that she's barely an adult by asari standards, that her work isn't taken very seriously due to her young age. We overhear, in ME2, an asari on Illium say that she's 60, so she's finally moved out of her parents' house. I'd say this makes Liara's 106 years around the equivalent of early to mid twenties. She suddenly finds her mother, an extremely well-respected woman in her society, betraying her people and going off with a rogue man who's rallying one of the galaxy's boogeymen to work for him, hunting down and killing innocents, turning them into monsters. Then, when she's gone to hunt her down to stop her, she finds out she's indoctrinated, that she set out to stop Saren, not join him. Benezia finds her mind for a few minutes, tells her she truth of the indoctrination, and attacks her and the person she's falling in love with (her first love, too!) only to die in front of her.

Whether Shepard rejects her or not, it's clear that she's in love with them, that her feelings are still there when the collectors attack the Normandy. And right then, she sees another person important to her, at best a friend and at worst a lover, die in front of her. She finds out there's a race to get their dead body, that it can be given to their murderer, or to a terrorist organization. She chooses, for better or worse, the second, the one who, as she says on ME2, gives her some hope. She admits to Shepard that her feelings got the best of her in that case. After dying for the cause, she sees their reputation be torn to shreds and every discovery they made be buried by politicians.

She loses Feron, another ally, another friend.

So yes, she changes. She's a 23 year old who went from exploring 50 thousand year old dig sites to being in the center of a belic conflict with her mother as an enemy. She sees her love die a horrible death, choking on nothing in front of her.

Of course she becomes obsessive and single-minded. Of course she adopts some of Benezia's worse traits. Of course she hunts down the shadow broker with such ruthlessness. And of course her behavior softens with Shepard - they came back. She's not stupid, I'm sure she knows her gamble, when she gave Shepard's body to Cerberus, was not without its dangers. She knows Shepard could rightfully be mad at her. She knows Shepard could have not come back at all! But she did it all anyway. Regardless of how her behavior can be seen as creepy or morally wrong, I can see where she's coming from, and I don't think she's all that wrong for feeling the way she felt. She stops being the saint she was on the SR1, but she's not an evil witch, and she's definitely not even among the top 5 squad members who needs the most atonement. Or jail time.

[roxannepolice]

"Does a character really need a narrative function? Does there really need to be a conflict in the story? Can't they just figure everything out and hook-"

My dear, what you want isn't a character only a doll. You want Mattel to release a Bad Haircut Barbie line so Bad Haircut Barbie becomes an officially recognised part of the Barbie franchise that will also keep children away from scissors. The feature length ad is just there to provide you with the backstory for Barbie's Bad Haircut. And genuinely greedy producers will and in fact do already provide for it.

One would expect a fandom vocally critical of capitalism to be concerned with characters becoming so alienated from the narrative that they become mostly ads for franchise's other products.

I'm not really making a point here, I'm just impressed with the collection of words my brain did :3 #frankfurtschool4life#adornolives

[greghatecrimes]

wish I could put into words how crazyinsane I am about Adams and all of the "reading between the lines" stuff with her that the writers sprinkled in with the dialogue in Risky Business, Parents, Runaways, etc. she's insane she gives a convict Vicodin and violates HIPAA to show him classified medical records. she finds out he was sent to jail for driving his car into his ex's house and her response was "but [he] didn't hurt anyone!". then she gets herself fired by nearly killing a patient through attempting to induce anaphylaxis to prove said convict's diagnosis of mastocytosis. she had only known him for THREE DAYS. after that she shows up and just starts doing volunteer work for him even though she thought he called to get coffee with her. COFFEE. she loans him five thousand dollars before he even hires her. she has destructive anger issues and bottles everything up to absolutely insane levels. she didn't speak to anyone about separating with her husband for nearly a year. she blames herself for chase nearly dying in nobody's fault because the test involving the scalpel was her idea. she's good with guns. she has a necklace she wears in every scene of every episode except for one and we never get to see what the necklace is. and all of that is without even touching on everything in Parents or Runaways. i love one rich lesbian with anger issues

[crmsnmth]

Hello

Version 6.0

Introductions are stupid.

Hello. How goes it? My name's Chris or a thousand nicknames. I'm a 36 year-old male (most of the time.) I still dress like I did in high school. Call it a Goth/Punk aesthetic.

I live in a small town of about 2000 people right in the center of the ever drunken state of Wisconsin. It's not even close to has fun as it sounds, and it didn't sound like much fun to begin with. Especially considering I'm going on three years sober.

For work, I am a kitchen manager/lead line at one place, and a line cook at another. I work seven days a week. I choose to do it. It gets me out of my house, gives me something to do, and forces me to be social. And I honestly, I really like what I do. I've been in the industry for 20ish years now, so I better like it.

Music is highly important to me and I don't go very long without hearing it someway. I listen to all music, and I'm not just saying that. If you go through my main daily playlist you'll find everything from Gwar to The Spice Girls to Zach Bryan to Mindless Self Indulgence. My favorite band of all time are The Descendents. Amigo The Devil is pretty much right up there too. But you should tell me your favorite song or one that means something to you. I'm always on the lookout for new songs to add to the playlist.

I am a major cinephile, especially 1980's horror, specifaclly slashers. And I love weird movies, art-house and the like. My favorite movie of all-time though is Tommy Wiseau's brilliant masterpiece "The Room." I am 100% serious. That movie was the best thing to ever be placed on film, and no one will ever able to top it.

My brain is a chemical imbalance. I'm medicated.

I am a raging cynic.

I am a recovering addict, long term. Almost 9 years

I am sober almost 3 years now.

I write more than any sane and healthy person should write, but I never claimed to be sane and I am not all that healthy. I try to post at least once a day, but some days I can hammer out 20 poems. The notes app on my phone is absolutely terrifying to look at. A thousand files all called "Untitled."

I don't write for anyone's approval. Not even my own. I do this because it is my healthy outlet. I do it because it's an addiction that isn't actively trying to kill me. I do it for my mental health. I do it to get things off my chest, and share my story in the hopes that it helps somebody out there. I do this to show that I'm reaching my hand out, and strangers or not, I'll always haven an ear to listen. I know what it's like to be completely surrounded by people and yet still feel so so alone.

Since I do write so much, what kind of topics can you find here? I'm pretty predictable when it comes down to it. So, all of this stuff:

The Girl with the Ocean Blue Eyes*, Kid*, The Broken Mirror Girl*, My Junkie Angel*, The Girl From California*, Vex*, love, lost lovers, hopelessness, isolation, solitude, drug addiction, alcoholism, depression, forgotten faces, mental illnesses, rage, hate, rejection, joy, insignificant moments, slices of life, laughter, beauty, Self and Self-reflection, self-hate, art, other writers, panic, infatuations, obsession, therapy, group homes, rehabs, jail, grace, nature, loss, hope, fear, grief, anguish, philosophy, anarchism, nihilism, religion, god, the devil, ugliness, politics, serial killers, cults, suicide, death, destruction, chaos, music, validation, closure, memory, enemies, friends, rock bottom, sex, violence, rock and roll, sin, self-exploration, bipolar disorder, schizoaffective disorder, pain, self destruction and so much more.

I will always love constructive criticism. But please, for the love of it all, don't just tell me I suck. Give me the reason why you think I suck. Help me get better at this. If you can't think of a reason why I suck, then kindly fuck off. Shut your food-hole and stop being a dick just to be a dick.

This is your trigger warning, a blanket sweep. If you read through the topics I write about, you probably already figured out some things can get a little dark. I make music as well as this writing gig. Go tell me how much I suck at it. Please?

I know about the typos. I am very aware. You don't need to tell me. I'm probably not going to fix them. Besides most of the time, you can figure out what I meant.

There's my bare bones. If for some godforsaken reason you'd like to know more or have any questions, don't hesitate to let me know. I may be really bad at the whole social skills thing, but I'm always happy to have a fifteen second conversations.

*NOT THEIR REAL NAMES

[hopepaigeturner]

How would you like the writer of Bridgerton to write Bath scene in AOFAG if s4 is going to be Benedicts season

For the most patient nonny who must have waited atleast a year for me to answer this. I present...

An Offer From An Avid Reader: The Bath Scene.

That's right, it's finally here. All 4000 words of it.

NOTE: I do not write smut, however this has some heavy implications of sexy shenanigans so I am rating this a 15+

Right, let's get to it.

✨The Context✨

This is not necessarily a scene, but more the 'bath sequence' as I shall call it for there are some humorous asides that add to the bathroom scene itself.

Also, as in the books, this scene takes place after the jail scene, but there are a couple tweaks:

The bath scene takes place at Bridgerton House not at Benedict’s bachelor lodgings. It takes place in a bathroom that is connected to two rooms that used to be Eloise’s and Francesca’s shared bathroom.

My jail-break scene is split into two so it’s not an info dump. So what’s happened is all the elements of the jail scene: Benophie reunites, the impromptu proposal, Posy swooping in and saving everyone while the magistrate slowly loses the will to live…But no Violet vs. Araminta showdown. Araminta hasn’t been blackmailed—sorry persuaded—to keep Sophie’s heritage a secret or announce her as legitimate.

Therefore, Benophie are still headed towards their original destination—living a modest life after being cast out by polite society, due to the indecency of Sophie’s heritage.

Finally, pre-jail scene, the last scene Benophie would have been in together was the sofa scene (read part 1 here, and part 2 here). They literally haven’t talked since then other than Benedict sending Sophie a letter she never read.

Hence this scene is still romantic, and will get steamy, but also a lot of unresolved conflict will be sorted out. And starting out both Ben and Sophie haven’t really been able to calm down over the last two days…

✨The Scene✨

Kate is the one who finally shoos everyone out of the bathroom after noticing how Sophie is utterly overwhelmed.

Sophie finally shuts the doors and rests her head on them. The viewer sees unshed tears in her eyes as the emotions of the last couple hours—and even the last few days—threaten to burst out of her.

Then she hears a knock from the other side of the bathroom.

“Sophie?”

Sophie almost seems to collapse in relief, instantly drawn to the other side of the bathroom.

“Benedict?”

“I am here.” The camera switches to the other side of the door, where Benedict stands. Benedict puts a hand on the wood. “I do not need to come in, but I just…” he puts his head on the door.

The camera shows both sides of the door, Benophie pressed up against each side in mirror positions--a slab of wood preventing them from resting their foreheads on each other. Just as they were at the end of the sofa scene.

“I just wanted to make sure you were safe…that you were…” Benedict’s voice catches on the thousand scenarios still reeling in his head, “that you were here.”

“I am here.”

“I know. I know.” Ben’s smile is small but fleeting. He takes a shuddering breath. “I shall leave you and give you some peace—”

“Please do not leave me,” Sophie says her voice small, but sure. “Please come in.” And with that she unlocks the door.

Benedict stares at the door. A door that Sophie has chosen to unlock—for him.

With reverence, he walks in to find Sophie some paces away, her dressing gown clutched around her.

For a moment they stare, then they soften. And then there is a blur and they are in each other’s arms, tears streaming down both their faces. With Benedict buried in the crook of her shoulder crying.

“I am so sorry, I am so sorry.”

They separate slightly, foreheads pressed together, eyes still closed.

“No, I should be the one apologising…”

“No, no I must apologise.” Benedict says, his voice clogged with unshed tears, “I told you that I would protect you, I promised to keep you safe and I could not, she…she could have…” he shudders, “I am so sorry.”

“Benedict, Benedict, no.” Sophie cradles his head in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “You came back for me, you rescued me.”

Benedict shakes his head,

“Posy was far more significant in that matter.”

“That is not what I meant.” Sophie takes his hand and places it on her heart. “You saved me here. Your love…your words…your deeds helped me.”

Sophie herself shudders as she recounts,

“Before you arrived, Araminta found me, and she taunted me with all her usual tricks and barbs that she has inflicted upon me since I was a child. And in the past, they have worked…you see, for my entire life, all those who were supposed to love me, would always step away: my father, Araminta and my stepsisters. And I would try so, so hard, but all I seemed to do was make people miserable and I think…” Sophie’s voice becomes clogged, but she continues, “I think I started to believe a long, long time ago that I could not be worthy of love, that I did not…that such things could not be for someone like me.”

“That is not true—”

Sophie puts her fingers on his lips and Benedict stills.

“I am coming to understand that. I am starting to believe so…and part of that is because of you.”

Benedict shakes his head emphatically, Sophie smiles.

“I said part, not the whole. What you did, as you do for so many others, is help me unveil the truth within myself. And the truth within myself is that…” Sophie smiles brilliantly, “I am more than a bastard. I am a woman with convictions. I am a woman who is kind regardless of the consequences or my past. I am a dear friend and confidante. And I am loved. I am loved by Ginny and your sisters and Kate and your mother and the servants like Mrs Gibbons and you…I am loved by you.

You, who has never stepped away from me but always embraced me. You, who loved me in a silver dress and then again in a maid’s uniform. You, who still rushed into a prison even after my cowardice spurned you so deeply. So, when Araminta lashed me with those old insults and barbs, I saw them clearly for the first time—as lies—just as I saw myself as clearly as well. I am Sophia Maria Beckett, the woman who loves and the woman who is loved. And your words helped me come to that conclusion, even if they were only one piece of the puzzle. So, there is no need to apologise, only for you to receive my gratitude and my love.”

She continues to smile, while Benedict gapes.

“You are a marvel,” Benedict breathes, eyes filled with wonder. “And there are so many reasons why I love you. But one of the things I love best, is that you know yourself. You have principles, you have spirit and a strength that is ever so rare.” He touches her delicately, not because she is so brittle that she will break, but because she is the most precious of jewels, “I am sorry for asking you to be my mistress.”

“You have already apologised.”

“Not truly, nor sincerely.”

“And what else was a man of your position to do?”

“While that may be true it was not fair, especially when I was so pig headed at hearing your refusal.  You were correct, I was ignorant of our positions. I would die before sharing you, so why should I have expected you to share me when I was forced to marry?”

“In a perfect world we could have married, we could have just been Sophie and Benedict. But in this world men like you do not marry—”

“None of what I said weeks ago, in my lodgings, have changed. I do not care that we cannot live in London, I do not care what Lady Penwood might spread or what doors are barred to us. Over these past days, these past weeks, the conviction that first whispered on my heart has been carved deeper and deeper; that when I think about what I need in my life—not want but need—all I think of is you. Only you, it always has and will always be, you.”

It is Sophie’s turn to stare, her eyes widening to drink in a new expanse of emotion, just as her heart tries to hold the enormity of his words. But his words are like monsoon rain on parched land, and so, her eyes water.

Benedict softly wipes the tears away and Sophie can smile. 

“Such sentiment explains your little announcement.”

“I know I was presumptuous in the jail, and you deserve much more—”

“Benedict—” She holds his face, “I wish to marry you also. I love you, only you.”

Benedict’s breath hitches, before he sweeps her in his arms.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, so, so much,” he cries as Sophie giggles in his arms. “You make me the happiest man alive.”

Benedict surges up and kisses her and with a final spin they return to the ground. Although they stay clasped together, rocking in the momentum of that joy, the surety of their love finally realised. Benedict buries his nose in the crook of her shoulder, inhaling the presence of her. And as he inhales, his nose scrunches…

“Sophie, I love you,”

“Mhmm.”

“But you do smell.” He whispers, kissing her cheek. Sophie pulls away and sniffs her shoulder.

“Oh gosh, I do! Well, that is what sleeping on the floor for two days does for you.”

At his stricken face she says, a little quieter,

“One day we shall laugh about it.”

“But not quite yet,” Benedict replies softly.

“Not quite yet.” She kisses him softly before extracting herself, looking over to the bath. “Oh, there are bubbles!” she turns to him with a childish awe, “I have never had a bath with bubbles before.”

Benedict smiles. They will probably never joke about her past—but he could ensure that the rest of her life would be full of laughter and love.

Sophie goes up to the bath, her hands fiddling with the tie of the dressing gown. Benedict turns away.

“That is very gallant of you.”

“I am a gentleman.”

“I would not mind; you are to be my husband after all.”

Benedict scrunches his eyes shut and almost groans, his resistance waning. Perhaps the audience might see him mouthing:

You are a gentleman. You are a gentleman.

“This is my mother’s house,” he manages to choke out.

“As you desire.”

He hears the thump of the dressing gown, the ripple of her limbs entering the water and he bites his lips to keep himself in check. But, he cannot restrain his eyes from wandering over his shoulder…

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“I am glad that all is well,” Kate sighs, resting on Anthony as they stand with the rest of the family in Bridgerton House’s parlour.

“Yes, Sophie is safe,” Anthony replies, fingers idly tracing up and down Kate’s spine. “And they shall be happily married,” he acknowledges Kate’s raised eyebrow. “With the family’s blessing and my own. But we must prepare for the oncoming storm. I doubt Lady Penwood is a woman who enjoys being thwarted nor hesitates from ensuring she has the final word.”

“There must be some way to mitigate the damage…” Kate falls silent for a moment. Then she perks up, her eyes sparkling, “I have an idea—I must go talk to your mother.” She kisses his cheek and rushes over to Violet. Anthony watches on baffled, as his mother and wife start a hushed, but fervent, conversation. In curiosity he walks closer.

Just then a maid, Nadia, enters the room with a gown. Only then does Kate break from the conversation to nod at the dress.

“Very good, Nadia. Take it up to the Lady Francesca’s old room, for Miss Beckett is bathing in the rose bathroom.” The maid curtsies then exits.

“The rose bathroom?” Violet asks, brow furrowed. “Not the jasmine bedroom? Is that not our best spare room?”

“No, Anthony directed the servants to ready a bath in the rose bathroom for some reason…” Kate trails off, then turns to her husband. “Anthony, why did you not send the servants to the jasmine bedroom?”

Anthony gulps.

“I just…it was the first thought in my head,” he rambles.

“And why should Sophie be relegated to the opposite wing of the house?” Eloise pipes up. “She is to be family; it makes perfect sense for her to be in the family wing. I do not mind sharing the bathroom once more, after all, Frannie and I managed for years.”

His mother turns to Anthony with accusatory eyes. A look that was always followed by an admonishing ‘Anthony!’ ever since he could reach his father’s knee. Anthony swallows thickly.

“Come to think of it--where is Benedict?” Colin asks, sharing a conspirators look with his wife.

“I sent him to rest. He has not slept these last two days,” Anthony tries to ignore how pitchy his voice sounds.

“Anthony!” His mother cries.

“Ah a wise decision. I am sure, Benedict is in need of some…relaxation.”

“Colin Bridgerton!” Violet cries.

“All I am saying is that after everything, the poor pair deserve a little…release.” Colin shrugs, getting a muffled scoff from Penelope whose eyes are alit with delight.

“Oh, I cannot believe you all,” Their mother grouses, pulling up her gloves as if going into battle. Indeed, she starts to stalk out of the room.

Thankfully, Kate arrests her before she can exit.

“Violet, you must allow it, just this once.”

“What exactly is happening? Do I need to go and check on Sophie?” Eloise cries, standing to attention.

“There is no use. Knowing Benedict, it would be unwise to appear unannounced,” Colin continues, Penelope barely able to hide her giggles behind her teacup. “Goodness knows what position they shall be in.”

Penelope spits out her tea.

“Colin Bridgerton!”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sophie blows softly, and the pile of bubbles in her hand disperses into the air.

“Lean forward, please.” She obeys and allows Benedict to rinse the rest of the soap off her back. Then she hums as his hands start massaging her shoulders.

“Hmmm, this feels wonderful.”

“I am glad. Can I wash your hair?”

“Ofcourse.”

“Dunk please.”

Sophie obeys, eyes shutting, body loosening. She lifts up and Benedict starts to create a lather of soap in her hair, the movement of his hands hypnotic. All adding to the gentle, warm lull of the atmosphere. Sophie takes a sniff of her hair.

“Better than lake water?” Benedict asks with a grin, recalling that day on the lake all those months ago.

“Absolutely—lavender, pretty.” Sophie grins up at him, before dunking her hair and washing the soap from it.

"Your hair used to be longer," Benedict muses, hands running through the wet strands. Sophie closes her eyes and tips her head back into his touch.

"It was, but I had to sell it to a wigmaker."

Benedict's hands retreat. Sophie lifts her head up--slightly bewildered--until Benedict gently turns her face to him, staring deep into her eyes.

"You will want for nothing," Benedict says, as solemn as a vow, and Sophie's throat burns with emotion. Her hand reaches out to trace the curve of his cheek, her own words just as weighty,

"As long as I have you, I will want for nothing."

“You have me, heart and soul.”

“As you have me, heart and soul.”

The solemnity warms until they are smiling sweetly at one another, Sophie gently leans in and kisses him.

“Are you sure you do not wish to get in?”

“Absolutely not, I am quite enjoying myself here.” Benedict grins then returns to his prior position, “I like pampering you.” At this he starts massaging her again, causing Sophie to moan slightly.

“You must be careful, Mr Bridgerton, otherwise I might want such treatment every night of our marriage.”

“And I would gladly do so. But is there anything else you want Mrs Bridgerton?”

“What else could I want? What else could we want?”

“Well…I want to spend an afternoon by a lake. You would be reading, I would be sketching, and whenever we got too warm we would slip into the water to cool off.” His voice pitches low, “then I would carry you from the water and make love to you on the shore.”

Sophie tries to swallow her flush,

“You have given this a lot of thought.”

“I have had a thousand nights of dreams about my Lady in Silver,” he kisses one shoulder, “and Sophie Beckett,” he kisses the other shoulder.

Sophie’s breath catches, her eyes fixed in the distance—as if looking at a shimmering future that she can finally believe is no longer a mirage.

“Tell me more,” she whispers, hoarsely.

“I want to hold your hand in the street and in church, and in the market, where I buy you pretty ribbons for your hair. I want to bring you breakfast in bed.”

“Misshapen eggs?”

Benedict chuckles,

“Misshapen eggs and all.” He replies, then turns a little more solemn, eyes lost in the future he paints with his words,

“I want to go on rambling walks where the conversation never ends. I want us to come home to our little cottage or flat or whatever home we can afford, and dance together in our kitchen,” he swallows thickly, “I want to hold you as the embers die down in the fireplace, and I want to wake up next to you every morning even when we’re grey or we only have a couple moments before our children jump on the bed. I want to love you more and more every day and take care of you and give you anything you want.” His hands tremble with emotion, like his voice. “That is what I want…So, what is it you want?” he kisses below her ear, looking at her.

Sophie’s eyes shiver in the silence, she plays with some errant bubbles floating in the water.

“You have such a way with words and I…” her voice dies down, “it has been a long time since I have been allowed to want, let alone been asked.”

Benedict’s eyes soften with understanding. Gently he tilts her chin up.

“It does not need to be much or many, just whatever is on your heart.”

Sophie lingers in the sincerity of his eyes, far more powerful orators than his beautiful poetry. So, haltingly, she starts,

“I want to be loved. I want to love…I want to wake up in your arms every morning with the knowledge that I am safe. I want to laugh. I want to be held and comforted no matter how violent the storm. I want our children to be smothered in love and never know what it is to be hungry or cold or unwanted. I want to be by your side as your talent grows and love you through all manner of strife. I want a life with you by my side, whether we live in a palace or a poorhouse. I just want you.”

Benedict swoops down for a plundering kiss that spins the world around them. When they break Benedict whispers,

“I will give you all of it.” His voice rumbles against her lips. “You deserve the world, my goddess, my Queen.”

“I do not want the world; I just want Benedict.”

He moans at that, and they kiss once more, Sophie lifting herself out of the bathtub to gain purchase. Both are gasping when they part, and the words fall out of Sophie’s mouth.

“I want you to join me.”

Benedict's eyes darken, his smirk widening as he stands and turns away to strip.

"I would like to watch".

Benedict looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow. Sophie swallows, then stares him down with a burning intensity that is starting to settle in her stomach.

"I want to watch you."

So, he turns, and slowly unbuttons his shirt, basking in Sophie’s lascivious gaze as he moves to snapping off his breeches before unthreading the buttons of his breeches. Before the final button he looks at Sophie for permission, she nods.

Then he is bare, and her breath hitches.

“I assume this is the first one you have seen?”

Sophie nods mutely.

“The first you will touch?”

She nods.

“The first you will take?”

Sophie nods, eyes wide.

“As long as it will fit.”

Benedict kisses her gently, and ensures she looks him in the eye when he says,

“You lead, I follow. Whatever you want, whenever you want, at your pace. But I can promise,” a kiss on her jaw. “that on our wedding night,” a kiss on the corner of her mouth, “I will be gentle, so all you feel is exceptional.” Another kiss that turns molten all too quickly. “Now, what is it you want?”

“For the final time, for you to get in the bloody bath,” she huffs, trying to pull him in. He chuckles then climbs in, sitting behind her, pressing themselves against each other.

Sophie’s breath hitches.

“Better?” he whispers.

“Much.”

He turns her chin, so they look at one another. His eyes are blown wide and so startingly blue that they transfix her. Benedict nods.

Sophie raises a hand to link it with one of his. Then, still staring deeply in his eyes, she traces their hands over her body until it cups her breast.

“I want you here.”

He squeezes and she gasps.

“Yes?”

She reaches back once more, for the final hand, lacing their fingers together.

“And I want,” she trails their clasped hands over her stomach until it dips under the water, “you here,” she gasps, eyes drowning in Benedict’s blue ones, as he starts his ministrations.

Yet they do not stop staring, not even when they kiss...

Not as Sophie writhes more and more in his arms, nor as Benedict’s hips start to buck. Even as Sophie turns around to straddle him, they keep their eyes locked together. Even as Sophie braces one hand on his shoulder, the other sinking below to find him in the soapy water. Even when their kisses turn messy and open-mouthed.

“I want you,” Benedict pants as they both start to reach their peak, “I want all of you.”

“I want all of you,” Sophie keens. “And you have me, all of me.”

“And you have me, all of me,” he whispers. “You are mine and I am yours.”

Finally, her eyes close as she shudders from the climax. Benedict surges up and smothers his own releasing moan with her lips.

The water settles, as the couple settle—even though they can barely control their panting breaths or racing heartbeats.

“God, I cannot wait to marry you,” Benedict mumbles.

“How long must we wait?”

“A few weeks—three at the least.”

“So long?” Sophie huffs. Benedict chuckles. “Then I suppose we shall have to make do with moments like this,” Sophie leans forward with a spark in her eye, “I am sure there is much, much more I can learn…”

Benedict leans forward also, a rakish smirk on his face.

“What a wonderful idea Mrs—"

Someone hammers on the door.

“Sophie!”

Benedict and Sophie snap up, eyes wide.

“S—t.” Sophie swears.

 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Eloise, please—”

Eloise rips away from Kate’s arm to wiggle the lock.

“I must ensure that my brother is not befouling Sophie!” she cries. With a final click, and one final kick, Eloise bangs the door open and strides in.

“Eloise, what on earth?” Sophie asks from the bathtub, where she sits—alone. Eloise strides further into the room, scouting around the furniture, even behind the bath.

“Eloise!” Sophie sinks deeper into the bath.

“I am looking for my infuriating brother! In case he has invaded your personal space!”

“As opposed to you who entered my private space uninvited.”

Eloise stops short, her cheeks flushing.

“Well, I…”

“Eloise, you are being rash,” Kate soothes pulling Eloise back to the door. “You must learn to ignore Colin—he was merely winding you and your mother up.”

Eloise pouts, hands on her hips.

“Well, Sophie, if my brother dares to act in any ungentlemanly way towards you, you must tell me then I can give him a stern talking to.”

Sophie smiles.

“That is very sweet Eloise. I shall endeavour to do so in the future.”

“I am sure Sophie will,” Kate says with a smile. Behind Eloise’s back, Sophie notices Kate push Benedict’s errant waistcoat under a footstool with her foot.

Eloise leaves with a final nod. Kate follows behind and gives Sophie a wink. Sophie turns bright red.

Once alone, Sophie deflates and sinks under the water in relief.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The camera turns to an empty bedroom—the same bedroom Benedict had frequented before entering the bathroom. All is still.

Then the window slowly judders up and open. One boot drops to the ground, then another. Finally, Benedict clumsily manoeuvres himself from window into the room—sockless, shirt open and braces swinging around his hips.

Once safely inside he silently closes the window and picks up his belongings. Just as he is to leave, he gives a fond smile towards the bathroom door.

Someone clears their throat.

Benedict looks up, like a rabbit in front of a rifle.

His mother leans against the bedroom door, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. Benedict has the sense to look sheepish.

“You have precisely less than a minute to rush into another room and avoid Eloise’s wrath. I shall talk to both you and your brother later,” is all she says.

“Yes, mother,” Benedict starts walking out, avoiding her eye. Just as he passes her, she puts a hand on her shoulder.

“And Benedict,” He turns to find her hard stare. “While the revelations of the past days might have set our world in a tailspin, it does not alter the matter that Sophie is a lady and should be treated as such. Do you understand me?”

“Yes mother.”

Violet narrows her eyes. Benedict gives a tentative smile. Violet breaks and rolls her eyes. “Off you go—shoo.”

She shoos him away, and Benedict obeys—with a quick kiss on her cheek and a smirk on his face.

*~*~~*~*~*~*~~*

Hee hee.

What do you think?

As always, I’d love to hear your ideas/corrections/opinions and always open to chat or requests. So...

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[justafriend-ql]

you BREAK mew's glasses? you make him get lasik?? oh! oh! jail for the writers! jail for the writers for One Thousand Years!!!!

[rochenn]

1. for the choose violence ask game?

1. the character everyone gets wrong

ONE THOUSAND YEARS JAIL FOR TCW WRITERS for getting that absolutely GOLDEN layup in AotC and then NOT doing jack fuck with Dooku. They looked right at Christopher Lee's deliberately nuanced portrayal in that movie (within the script's and direction's limitations which were indeed very limiting. Have I ever mentioned that George wasn't too good at writing Dooku either?) and did NOTHING. They made him a Saturday evening cartoon guy in the Saturday evening cartoon and I am inconsolable

I cannot get over how they squandered his potential!! And Asajj's by extension, too. And why do I have to cling to CW 03 for any screentime of them both even just existing in the same room? Like genuinely do we ever see them physically next to each other? They're supposed to be master and apprentice bro something went terribly wrong here!!

Also to bend this back to the fandom and to beat a dead bloated decomposing horse: Obi-Wan. Novels have been written about his fanon alter-ego so I'll just say that most people actually write him just fine until any type of relationship emerges! Ppl want to swaddle this spiritual master and veteran shock formation leader in a blanket so bad they gotta nerf him to hell so someone can take loving care of the shadow of his former self lmao

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

ateez highschool/college/uni!au collection

the academic influences of our own daily lives floating into fiction gives it a pleasant splash of boring grey in an otherwise colorful world (i have no idea what i'm saying). basically, this is yutasbellybuttonpiercing's attempt to expand across fandoms to reach a wider audience and make more people happy (i wish). no, but seriously, i feel like it's finally time to introduce you to some new thangs (jail for me for One Thousand Years) before i decay in correlation with my writer's block on every single neo fic i'm currently writing. hence, i am proud to announce, more sooner than later (i haven't done anything besides work and come up with concepts for these bad boys in the past 48 hours), THE FIRST NON-NEO FICS ON THIS BLOG.

Let me know if I should put you on a taglist.

unnecessary background information that you can feel free to skip:

the relationship between ateez and i can be described as an on-off situationship with constantly changing interests, but i can finally say: they're my second ults. what started with "who's the guy with the blue shirt in wave?" has gracefully developed into a "mmmmmhhhhaaa yunho (!!!!!!)" and an equally important "GGRFAAAHSHBSGFDSHSNNSNAHHHNHHNNGGG JONGHO".

this shall be all. now, i present: the teasers.

I. kim hongjoong

a tale of skirts, painted fingernails, a silver ring and gender trouble

status: conceptualizing...

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II. park seonghwa

how to avoid the sun

status: conceptualizing...

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III. jeong yunho

friends who diddle

status: the diddling has begun...

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IV. kang yeosang

헤헷 (working title)

status: conceptualizing...

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V. choi san

the rizzler

status: conceptualizing...

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VI. song mingi

slowly i'm going down

status: it went down!

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VII. jung wooyoung

on my last nerve

status: conceptualizing...

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VIII. choi jongho

[untitled]

status: conceptualizing...

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[andthebubbles]

okay so some real quick thoughts of 3x05-08

cressida got seriously short-changed. but i don't think the writers were anticipating that people would even like creloise

eloise almost had like a retcon re her friendship with cressida? did she think that was all fake? from what i recall (i might be wrong ofc) she first played into hating her because she pretended she was LW, even though she totally knows she's not, but basically she wanted to take pen's side. and that was it, really. so... i feel like the cressida stuff (and her being shipped off to wales) could've been avoided if they'd just talked. idk

eloise is still... hmmm..... still has some growing to do. but it's fun now, watching her, because i don't find her annoying anymore, unlike in s2

benedict's really floating. but i do feel like his season is next. though, are they really going to have the actor for michaela on standby for four years, if that's the case (eta: i suppose she could have a sideplot for s4, if benedict is lead. i'd love that)

and, actually, i suppose i would not mind fran/michaela next. but i don't want john to die :( but even the priest knew he was gonna die!!!!!!!!!! so i guess he's gonna :(

i very very very much enjoyed anthony's pretty face :3

and all the a&b moments!!!

anthony was half OOC. but all his moments with benedict were lovely so i'm good :3 and he had a nice moment with colin too skjfgnkfg but, too short!! haha

i always need more anthony + any sibling. but i think i like a&b in particular because you can see how close they are

hmm i think i said this elsewhere but i think they resolved the LW stuff too easily. but yeah, they really are using the queen as like, the get out of jail card lol

still trying to decide if they gave cressida a storyline just to put a spanner in the works for LW, or for it to somehow be linked to sophie....... ... is cress gonna come back? hm

colin finalllly got malewifed... finally accepted his role as pen's number 1 simp. good on him. took him a while. had to get through some cringe fragile masculinity moments--or were they just 'wanting to be good enough for pen, wanting to do things for her, wanting to save her' - oh perhaps that's the same thing

i love portia!!! and polly walker is an amazing actor

i wish that cressida wasn't so alone that she felt she had to resort to blackmail. eloise abandoned her by pretending to think she really was LW... and she never turned back from that. kinda like she gaslit herself. idk, i'd have to watch it again, but idk if i can be bothered

as i said in the 3x08 post, iiiiiiiii felt like it was only the last 10 mins or so of that ep that really felt like bridgerton. and i enjoyed that part.

the pacing was off in places. and the characterisation. re pacing, the biggest problem ones i can think of are ep 2 and the first half of ep 8 or so. ep 8 didn't even feel like it should be there at one point.

anyway, these are all initial thoughts

tl;dr we got some lovely a&b!!! and anthony's face is pretty. and benedict and fran are queer. and there was lots of peneloise. and creloise got crushed to the ground

and i feel like i'm missing something. missing lots, in fact

eta:

pen continuing to write LW under her real name is not the same

the discussion of power they touched on in the show is interesting; i also rather liked it in A Thousand Cuts by wall-e-nelson, can't remember which chapter though

[penciltopbear]

Every writer that puts taskmaster in a run without black ant deserves jail for one thousand years. hammer explosion

[be-side-my-self]

Watching Season 4 of Only Murders In The Building. (E10) - FINALE!!

Rewatch of ONLY Murders In The Building to prepare for season 4:

<Part I> // <Part II> // <Part III> // <Part IIII> // <Part V> // <Part VI> // <Part VII> // <Part VIII>

<S4 E1> // <S4 E2> // <S4 E3> // S4 E4 // <S4 E5> // <S4 E6> // <S4 E7> // <S4 E8> // <S4 E9>

This is no rewatch but my new posts can also easily be blocked because I'll continue to use #OMITBRewatch as a tag. I'll also tag #OMITBS4. While quoting, I use M, O, C for the main characters.

Beware spoilers! (watching on Tuesday... I just realise Idek if you get your episodes on Tuesdays too)

S4 E10

SNAFU - Situation normal: all fucked up

Sazz is narrating the episode

She decided to have Charles as her hero!

Sazz: "When you take your hero on a journey, get him in all kinds of trouble, but land him home safely? Nothing better than that." Every single (fanfiction)author out there: Put the hero in a situation! Maybe they get a happy ending...

Sazz: "But happy endings are for movies and exotic massages."

lmao... took me long enough to find the extra symbols behind the buttons in my iphone.

Okay, but putting Mabel in front of the window and then letting down the blinds... extremely dramatic. Well done, Marshall!

... why is Marshall so extra? That jump was so unneccessary.

Listen Marshall, there are two more people who know about you. If you kill Mabel that is three deaths and you will still get in jail.

"You've got fail." <- no one says that.

Charles. ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

O: "Wh-What if you do it from Vince's? It's right next door?" C: "That is the first good pitch you've had since this whole thing started." O: "It took four seasons. But now I'm cookin' with gas!"

Chuppa? Is Loretta Jewish?

Aw... I know it's very bad timeing but don't be mean to Lester.

... they just move the production to New Zealand BECAUSE OF AN ALGORITHM?! Oh boy.

Vince: "Oh, great timing! I'm just doing this new thing called exercise. You wanna join?" Rudy: "He hired me to be his trainer." O: "Uh-huh."

Omg... Charle's first stunt. Channel your inner Sazz.

... oh god... Oliver is on the ledge so his bestie is not alone on the ledge.

O: "No, no, Charles, you're my ride or die. And my strong preference is to ride." That is so cute. Holy shit. But there is no space to "scoot"

Jeebus.

"Step. Drag. Step. Drag. Step Drag."

Who do you think is doing the "Ding Dong", Charles? The lovable weirdos.

Vince: "We wanna borrow some sugar!" <- Perfect.

They are doing a perfect job of being a weird distraction.

I agree with Oliver, don't go inside, Charles!

The Multitool!!

Holy shit, well done, Charles!

... holy shit... that Dad sounds fun. But in the end he was correct. Marshall is a killer, not a writer.

Oh my god... please don't tell me that Sazz's first draft was so good that Marshall got jelous and decided to kill Sazz? You know kid she has like 30 years of expierence within the showbiz on you. She probably read thousands of scripts and knows what works and how it works. Someone like her being better is no shame!

Also I know Marshall is not his real name but I remember it like that and I'm so bad with names.

Asshole.

EXPIERENCE! ASSHOLE! She knows the characters personally and she has expierence. Shit, she knows the murderer of the first season personally, has an affair with her. Like, of course that script is good! Jeebus fuck!!

... an A-class asshole.

Rex.

Police Academy SEVEN?! ... apparently the last of the movies... I probably saw it but if so, only once?

Aw... Sazz is so hurt :(

... if Marshall was clever and less of an asshole with his own head so far up his own ass that he could think in logical storylines, he would had killed Sazz right there in her own home.

You know Marshall, you did nothing. This was not your work...

How did Marshall remember the Dudenoff apartment??? Did he knew Dudenoff before this whole thing?

OH! RIGHT! Sazz' script... omg what was the sidestory???

They have the original script... all right, let's get through the whole killer-monolog and then we'll hopefully get answers.

... he takes off the beard and becomes a killer.

How did he close the window from the outside? Wasn't it painted shut?

OH MY GOD, SAZZ!! Believing into Charles until the very end.

Stop being so extra, Marshall

HOLY SHIT NOT LIKE THAT

JAN IS CRAZY

And freaky.

Jan and Charles are endgame?

Loretta is not gonna get murdered.

Fuck the algorithm.

Howard and Winnie! Ring-bearers.

Awww Mabel and Charles are leading Oliver down the aisle.

Jesus fuck, Uma.

Awww Dickie and Will are leading Loretta down the aisle.

Adorable!

Loretta: "You are the most extraordinary man I have ever known." O: "Ah... thank you." Loretta: "You are. You brought down a murderer, and you can merengue. I mean..." O: "Mm. What a combo."

Lmao... how sad Charles looks when Mabel takes his class of campaign.

Adorable.

Now, who is that?

Lmao Uma just stealing the elevator.

Her husband is Nicky "The Neck" Caccimelino. We heard that name in the news in episode 9.

Woman (Sofia): "I am disappointed." - Hello disappointed, we are Murders in the building.

Keep it in your pants, Charles.

Loretta and Oliver are so adorable. Holy shit.

"Where have you been?" GOSH.

So... they will find a body any moment now...

LESTER

NO

NOT LESTER

OH MY GOD

NOOOOOOO and in the fountain that he said is good luck. ... that explains why he wasn't on duty. Oh my god...

... the glass with ashes with the bow tie....

Well, that was season 4... and now it's going to be a long time until season 5.

Boi.

BOI.