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prince-toffee · 4 years ago

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Fallin’ For A Fallin’ Angel II

His eyes slowly opened, struggling to keep apart as they adjusted to the bright light. A pained grunt escaped his throat as the clone began to regain his consciousness. HTK 218-666 did not know where he was. His mind was sluggish, trying to process whatever had transpired. The first thing he truly noticed was his comfort - not often did he awaken to softness, never infact. 218′s pod was hard, metallic, cold and jagged. With malfunctioning cables - they didn’t serve much real purpose now as the ex-general had used up all his Life Force rations. The cables that binded to his neck, back and arms were more of an ornament than a necessity - to make the the crashed wreck feel more... homely. It was a familiar feeling - not a pleasant one, but a one he knew.

But then it hit him, he wasn’t in his pod, was he. He opened his eyes to see something above him. Some sort of rectangular canopy of fabric, held up by four pillars which descended all around him. And a light pinkish red veil surrounded all the sides between the pillars. A force field perhaps. Was this a prison?! Was he captured?! The defective clone shot up, looking around his new unfamiliar surroundings. There was a sheet of thin fabric covering him, it was smooth and cool to the touch. 218 flanged the cover off. Only then realised that most of his uniform was gone.

Which wasn’t a novelty to him, back on The Velvet Glove uniforms weren’t gifted until after the cloning process and then taken away again when put into storage. Being bare wasn’t new. What 218 was worried about was perhaps they had searched him, maybe taken samples - his wounds seemed healed.

Who? Who was it? Who captured him? The memories slowly returned back to him, bit by bit as he strained his mind. There were attackers, creatures of the desert. He remembered he was near victorious, but his will power was not enough, he was knocked out. He was weak. Brother was right. ‘Near’ wasn’t enough. He failed, again. 218′s fist tightened and he grew infuriated at his own shortcomings, he had to make this right. He looked over himself, his wounds were tended to, strange. He had to make sure if all the injuries were sealed up right. But first, the forcefield.

He looked at the pink veil, it was see-through, probably taunting him with freedom on the other side, no doubt. He had to be careful, it could incinerate him on contact for all he knew. One of the plush stuffed bags that was placed under his head was thrown at the forcefield, but it did not react - it simply flew through it. Curious. Did someone accidently deactivated it? Was the plushie bag some sort of unlocking key? That could be his chance. He gently and slowly pocked it with his finger and pulled it back as quick as possible. His brain module took a moment to read what the nerve receptors had came back with - nothing. No pain. No resistance. No forcefield.

Now braver with the confidence of a survivor, he pocked his whole hand through, and even waved it around. Success! Next he poked his head through looking from side to side. No guards. A pitiful prison. He noticed the tattered remains of his uniform, no good, it was already worn out - past its time. 218 already had the lower half of the uniform already on him, he didn’t know why it was left on. He placed a foot on the floor then the next. His muscles screamed at him, but he managed to stand. It seemed his defection was getting worse. It seemed like his feet were the next to fail.

He did not like his defective form on display, so he reached for the covering that was laid onto of him and draped it around himself.

He pushed on, literally, and doors to the room weren’t even locked. Perhaps this was no prison. As the clone opened the doors he was hit by waves of incredibly bright light and loud noise. 218 was in some corridor or porch, because he looked apon a busy hustle and bustle of a town square at work. Few steps forward and he was holding onto an ornate wooden railing, he looked down at the society at work. The town was constructed at the foot of the mount on which the castle stood in which 218 was in. Marketeers selling, customers buying, children running through the streets. 218 did not know how long he had been unconscious, but it looked like a busy morning with the rising... moon... and suddenly he remembered why he hated this planet.

218 also noticed a strange statue at the centre of the town. Chiselled out of stone, a tribute, he was familiar with such things - countless worlds under the control of the Horde had erected tributes in the image of their holy lord and master. But what creature held dominion over this world?

The being was in the position of natural wings a part of her physique, it reminded him of the Horde insignia - the wings of the vampire. This was terrible. These people were living under a false idol, praising a pretender. This was unacceptable. He had to save these people - bring them into the light. Perhaps... this was it! The redemption he was waiting for! He could save them, direct them to their true saviour. He could save them!

He began to walk off, he was still in his capturer’s base of operations. He had to get out. The thought of rallying the people below briefly crossed his mind, but he shook it off - he clearly needed to get back to the crash site, return to the repairs. Fixing the warship and leaving that miserable backwater planet was imperative! But all the bots were destroyed, defences weakened, and his assailants knew where he would be - there was no more hiding. He wouldn’t be safe back there. So where now? He couldn’t exactly blend in with the local populace.

Just then his thought process was cut off as another person walking in the opposite direction bumped into him. 218 didn’t have much weight to him so he got pushed out of the way quite easily. The individual in question who was storming off was not of the same race as the invaders at the wreck. Their skin darker, shorter, no scarlet exo-skeleton over their body. The creature had short violet hair and what looked like oil and grease on her clothing. “Hey buddy, watch it!”

“...Watch what?” 218 asked to himself quietly under his breath. The passer by clearly didn’t hear him, nor did they care to. 218 reached large stairs, leading down to the town square. It looked like the guards occupying the top of the stairs were both distracted by some raving salesman. This was his chance. However, he was startled by a voice behind him.

“Ah, so I see you have woken up.”

The clone spun around to see a tall figure cloaked in shadow. The intimidating character set 218 slightly on edge. The figure wore a black cape and black uniform, body biologically the same as all the other native beings around this complex.

218 could have sworn that the mystery man’s eyes lit up with a spark of red. It was probably nothing - a trick of the light. The Horde trooper remained silent, so the figure decided to take the lead on the interaction. He stepped forward, into the light. 218 unbenounced to himself clutched closer the blanket sheet.

“Heh, welcome back to the land of the living, my friend. You slept like a log.” 218 simply listened and stayed quiet, partially because he didn’t know what to say, this wasn’t the way he thought the situation would play out. He did not know he was going to be greeted, not after what happened in the wreck.

He saw the creature look him up and down examining his form, as his chest lay bare. But there wasn’t much to look at, due to the defection he couldn’t keep on weight - all fats and necessary nutrients degraded quicker than normal, as did his body cells. He was a walking corpse. A shameful form in the eyes of his Brother. The individual stopped mere few small centimetres away from 218, their chests almost touching. The caped being was a head taller than him. “I’m glad to see you fit enough to attempt an escape.”

218 swallowed down on his heart attempting to jump out of his throat. His voice was not as deep as 218′s but held just as much authority. “Ah, I see had the splendid pleasure of meeting Princess Minerva, her winning charm never seems to fade with time, hmm.”

Her?... The clone guessed the creature he was referring to was the being that had stormed off, pushing 218′s shoulder. Her?... He did not know what that was.

The towering scorpion looked back at 218 looking as if he was expecting something. 218 didn’t get it. “Not one for jokes are we? Well, not every one is a zinger. I’ll work on it. Don’t let that discourage you. Come on. I can’t exactly let you go right now, but I’d rather we speak as civilised people rather than have those prickly gents over there force you to follow me.” The scorpion pointed with his claw at the two spear wielding guards whom had positioned themselves behind the clone. Ready to strike. That made 218 comply with the peaceful option, of course.

218 followed close behind as the individual led him through the corridors and hallways and down a stair well. The soldier memorised the whole journey backwards just in case he had to run out and escape. “Oh, Ra-dammit, haven’t even introduced myself. I just presumed you knew who I am, but well, you don’t look like you’re from around... anywhere. Do you know who I am?” He asked softly, and curiously. 218 just stared back without words.

“Yeah, course you don’t. Nobody does, nobody cares. I’m the King of this kingdom and what do I have to show for it? What do I truly have, huh?” He looked back at 218 with annoyance in his expression, the clone simply starred back. “Well, my name is Niro, King Niro if you want to be formal, I guess. But like I said, nobody cares.” Niro? Noted - 218 thought to himself. And a ‘king’ was ruler of some sorts, 218 was pretty sure, his troops had encountered all sorts of societies and civilizations on their voyages across galaxies. This was a figure of power standing infront of 218. He didn’t know how Niro compared to other worlds’ authorities - opposition to his Brother never lasted long. You never really got to know them before heads started rolling. 218 was not apart of guest accommodations, he was a general - a soldier. On the frontlines until the end. He didn’t ‘get to know’ people, he ended them.

“And what’s your name?”

“HTK 218-666. Top-General of the 218th Legion. Brother amongst the ranks of the Galactic Horde.”

“...Cool... So you’re not from around here, figured.” They approached a dark rusted door with two guards at it’s sides. They both bow at the sight of their king, and each pulled down a lever on the wall behind them. The ‘klank’ was heavy and loud. 218 then beard many gears and cogs turn and the rusted door began to raise upward. This so called Niro strolled inside, he of course followed. He briefly turned back to see the four guards remained outside as the door shut back down.

The clone quickly turned back, narrowing his eyes at the table that stood infront of them. The room’s walls and floor were all metallic, dark, from what 218 could tell, they were scorch marks. All around the room. “What is this?” Niro slowly made his way around and sat opposite the clone on the far side of the table. He gesture to 218 to do the same.

“So you do talk. Great. We’ll be doing a lot of talking. Please, my friend, sit.” He extended his claw towards the empty seat. But there were no guards in this room, he had no power over 218, 218 was weak, he admitted that to himself, but one on one, surely he could take him. But then what? Four armed guards still waiting outside, possibly hundreds more patrolling the complex. He was trapped.

“And please don’t try to escape, I know you’re thinking about it. You see this glass sheet behind me?” Niro knocked on the glass as he leaned back on his chair. “It’s one way glass, my ever so trusty Force-Captain is on he other side. One word and she pulls a switch and electrocutes this entire room. And don’t worry about me, I won’t feel a thi-”

“Because your hide is electrically resistant.” 218 recalled to himself the confrontation at the power core back at the ship - the scorpion soldiers were unaffected by a direct current of electricity from a dislodged cable. He needed to think of alternate offensive techniques.

“You’ve got quite the keen eye. So you know what’s at steak - you, getting fried.”

Fried?

“I just need to ask you a few questions.”

“You threaten me first, and then you want me to comply? Negative. I will tell you nothing. An assault on the form of Prime is a crime throughout the known universe. Unhand me and bring me back to my Brother and you will be forgiven.”

“Forgiven? Who- wait, universe? You mean that which is beyond the barrier?”

This conversation was puzzling 218 more and more he did not understand what this creature was talking about. Did- did he really not know what the ‘universe’ was? From the looks of this planet it was incredibly primitive, but THIS primitive? It could be that these naïve natives haven’t yet discovered interstellar travel. This idea led to more bad news, if so, then this world could not yet offer resources needed to fix the warship.

“You’re an alien, from outside. Please, tell us more.” The king leaned over more, clearly eager to listen, encouraging 218 with his captivation with the topic.

218 realised this was unsafe, he had already told those people too much, much more than they ever anticipated to hear. He couldn’t let the secrets of the Horde be taken from him by a backwater people. He could not fail his Brother again. “I will say no more.”

Niro looked displeased. “Opal.”

In that moment the room went red, the sound of... some thing veering up, a machine of sorts maybe. But 218 did not have time to think too much about it, because the shock came soon after. The air did not change, there was no heat, it was cold rather. The pain was quick to spread, started at the bottom of his feet and shot up to his brain. It felt like having nails hammered through his organs. He was weak. He only lasted a few seconds in silence, after three he let out a scream. The pain disappeared as soon as the first tear formed at the edge of his eye. The room lost its red glow and reverted its colour palette back to the dead still greys and silvers.

“Sit.”

He complied.

“I must admit that was a bit too much than I would’ve approved, Opal.”

“You cannot break me, for I am already broken. I will not fail my Brother again. I will have nothing out of me.”

In that moment of defiance 218 and Niro looked into each other’s eyes. The scorpion king saw the devotion and pride in the clone’s eyes, the willingness of self-sacrifice. Niro knew the man opposite him was going to die for whatever cause he believed in. That spark of determination. The same look he saw in the mirror every morning in his own eyes. Both of the men spotted the room once again turning into a dark shade of red. Niro watched the enigmatic man shut his eyes and took in a shaky breath. Niro knew very little about the man infront of him, but he knew in that moment he accepted his fate. A conviction and dedication few have.

“STOP!”

The Hillian king exclaimed at the sheet of glass behind him at his Force-Captain. The colour faded away, yet it didn’t completely disappear. The voice of the Force-Captain came through the window. “Sir, he took out an entire detachment, this is an interrogation room - he’s being interrogated.”

“Force-Captain, are you disobeying a direct order from your king?”

The Force-Captain did not respond, but the shade of red did veer and disappeared. The captain remained silent in that Niro hoped was shame. The king turned back to the frightened prisoner. 218 chose to reopen his eyes, he looked at Niro in confusion - weighing out his options. Was trust earned in this moment or was it a ruse?

“Why not just kill me?” 218 asked.

“Like I said: we’re here just to ask you some questions. I would only kill you if you were a threat to Scorpion Hill, you’re not.”

218 knew he shouldn’t have, but he kind of took offensive from that, he was dangerous.

“But trust me, she wanted to. You killed her husband, on that scouting party. Through those eight hours of unconsciousness I had to make sure she wouldn’t kill you. Best sleep you’ve had in a while I’m willing to bet, by the looks of that train wreck to live in. Do, you... live in there?”

“A ship wreck, and yes I have taken residence in it for shelter a- have you said eight cycles?!”

“Hours, but- sure.”

“This is unexpectable! I have already wasted six more cycles than usual! So much possible productivity gone! I must return to the repairs immediately!” 218 rocketed up onto his feet ready to walk out.”

“How- what? Hold on, what repairs?”

“I will tell you no more.”

��If you won’t tell us, we can’t help you, friend. Its simple as that. You appeared from nowhere - your a mystery. And so you are seen as a threat. People hate what they don’t understand. Help me understand.”

“Niro, was it?”

“Yes.”

“All you need to understand is - if you return me to my spacecraft, if you aid me, you will be rewarded and welcomed by my Brother. He can show you all the light. He can offer you a perfect world.”

“Who is your brother?”

“Horde Prime.

The Emperor of the Known Universe. The most powerful being in existence, his empire is endless - far superior to whatever your world holds. But give into him and he will take you in and make sure faction a jewel in his empire.”

“I’ll have to decline on that offer. I find that the more power people have, the more they see themselves as saviours. You’re not going anywhere.”

“But the Horde can gift you, reward you, the empire has collected and melded technologies from across numerous galaxies - he can give you interstellar travel, advanced communications, synthetic nutrition, biological enhancements, limitless knowledge of the cosmos, language, salvation, weapons-”

“Weapons?... What kind of weapons?”

Of course, should’ve known. 218 knew this might be his only way out of this predicament, he needed to tell this Niro what he wanted to hear, “The Horde has taken dominance over countless systems, many by force. To do this the engineers and scientists of the Horde had to develop instruments of destruction which could topple armies. I can give them to you. I was a general - I hold the accumulated knowledge of dozens of battalions I have commanded. Horde Prime needs me, I am crucial to the cause. Help me and the knowledge to conquer worlds, can be yours.”

218 saw Niro deliberating, thinking over everything said. He had a lot to consider, but 218 needed the answer now, he needed to rush him, make him slip up - act rash. 218 needed to return to his Brother’s side, his Brother needed him! He was one of his top generals. And bringing a world with him for the Horde to assimilate, an offering to show he wasn’t a waste, a failure. Brother would see that 218 was worth something - a useful tool, a loyal soldier. THIS was his redemption.

“This ‘Horde Prime’ is he really that influential? Would he have the might to liberate Scorpion Hill from the mercy of other kingdoms?”

“There has never been a mightier lord in the universe’s history.”

“And if I decline?” Niro decided to test the waters.

“Then my Brother’s wrath will rain down on you, and a different party would be blessed with the fruits of my Brother’s labour.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it. Other kingdoms of Etheria are not so welcoming to outsiders from beyond their walls, not to mention from beyond this dimension. Scorpion Hill is your best bet. The others will simply label you - mad.”

“Than you accept?” 218 raised the brow at the talking king.

“I suppose I do.”

Niro agreed to aid the alien man, if he was a man, he was no fool of course, he knew that spark of devotion in those eyes meant he was telling the truth, but that spark had the possibilities to burn forests. Niro needed to watch his own back. But he also needed to see more - how good were these weapons - was this prisoner worth keeping around. Niro extended his claw to 218 in acceptance, however 218 did not quite understand the motion, he stared at it discombobulated.

“Am- am I supposed to do... something with that?”

“Oh boy.”

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After a far too long explanation of what a hand shake was, the two did. 218 was lead off by the guards back to what was then labelled his quarters and Niro returned to Opal’s side behind the one way glass in the observation room. He could tell she was displeased, no, more like infuriated. Understandable.

“Your highness, may I speak freely?”

Here it comes. “[sigh] Opal if you want to berate me then just get on with it.”

“Are you insane!??!”

“Aren’t we all?” Niro replied calmly juxtapose to the loud bark of his Force-Captain.

“He killed a full detachment of our troops! I cannot even explain how untrustworthy he is! You don’t even know his name!-”

“Yeah, I do. It’s 321-123 or something to that effect.”

“You’re joking around? Why are you joking around?” Opal placed her hands on her hips eyeing the king waiting a twist.

“Cause the talk’s not over yet. First of all, you saw his physique, that man’s made out of match sticks, with all the guards clogging the corridors there’s no chance he’s escaping. Especially now that he doesn’t have the home advantage. He’s trapped and he knows it.”

“What if he wants to be there? The whole alien story, it’s- it’s out there. He could be a spy for BrightMoon, or the Salineas, the princess of Dryl wasn’t happy with the deal. Dozens of other smaller kingdoms too.”

“Second of all, Scorpion Hill is home to a multitude of races, from all around Etheria, I’ve seen them all. I know my people. I don’t know him. And those eyes? Eyes of a believer. He’s not lying, and if he is, you get to say ‘I told you so’. And we know how much you love that.”

“We’re taking a huge risk with this. The Council of High Priests will be hounding at the door the moment they find out. I’ve managed to hold back the paperwork’s circulation, but they will find out. And that man you just let out, interrogated in secret - is a walking omen of bad mojo to them. We could be- no, we are in serious trouble!”

“Third of all, he can be the answer. If what he says is true, and I believe that he is. Then this man, if he is a man, can be the way by which I can free Scorpion Hill from the parasites that drained it of its life. With those weapons hierarchy won’t mean much, and what do those crooked old fools have? A wooden stick, some holy water?”

“You- are you serious!? You’re planning an overthrow. Don’t get me wrong Niro, I hate the council, just as much as you and I’d stand by your side until the moons crash down, but it’s a spider web, the council is tied to dozen other kingdoms and unknown benefactors - you pull that string and heaven’s gonna fall on your head.”

“And last of all, we match out - war - kingdom after kingdom, until we’re truly free.”

Opal looked at Niro, his eyes narrow and his claw bending steel in its grips, the desk gave in under his claws strength. Niro grew more and more irritated with each day in his position of powerlessness. He knew she was worried, maybe even scared, but she knew why he was willing to risk it all. Niro would fight armies single-handedly, if he had to, his blood boiled for a fight - for his people. This individual, whoever he was, was in deed an omen of the council’s worst fear, but if Niro played it right it could be an omen of a brighter future.

Opal placed a hand on the king’s shoulder, she felt the need to persuade her old friend out of whatever crazy act he was about to write, she began, “Niro-” and ended, as a guard entered the room with an announcement and a pant in his voice from the urgent sprint.

“My lord, Force-Captain.” They bowed, “The scout survivor from the last mission has woken up.”

“Like I said the talk’s not over yet. Led to the infirmary soldier.” The three marched off with haste. It did not take long for them to reach the infirmary, all the medical staff bowed as their king entered. He ignored the gesture as he often did, he said countless times to treat him like anyone else, or at least no bowing. Niro hated the feeling of superiority, of being worshipped to. In his eyes he was just someone who wanted to make a difference. He got to the resting bed of the survivor, bruises all over his body, many blood stained changed bandages. The Hillian soldier attempted to salute to the royal, but pulled their arm back the moment they felt something crack.

“Easy soldier, rest. Can you talk?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fantastic.” Niro pulled up a chair next to the injured scout and sat down, “Mission report.” For the next half an hour Niro questioned about the mission and about the enemy they had met there. New details came to light: robots, traps, some sort of power core, a savage yet resourceful opponent. And their name.

“And then he proclaimed himself as - Hordak, my lord.”

“Hordak.” Niro repeated, the name lingering on his tongue. Curious.

#hordak #king niro #nidak #horo #scorpia's grandfather #part two #slow burn #fallin for a fallin angel

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eternaljouska · 5 years ago

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Wishing on the Well - Lee Seokmin

Pairing: Seokmin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3,061

Notes: College starts kicking in, people, I don’t know what to think. Let me know what you think about this, though.

He’s there again. Meaning: another coin out of his pocket and into the wishing well. But you should know.

It was your first late day ever, on your way to the stop right outside the complex for Bus 218 heading to the mini-park where the bakery you worked at was located, you heard him before you saw him. His voice had taken your breath away, or maybe that’s just the little run that you did. But his voice might as well do. It’s mesmerizing, you’d noticed, once you’d come to accept that arriving five minutes earlier than most of the employees was certainly not late at all—although the thought of Mrs. Park baking since early six forty-five alone didn’t sit well with you.

The others would arrive around seven, thirty minutes before open hours, but you’re used to taking the six-thirty bus and arriving five minutes before the owner of the bakery even did. But then, tapping your feet as you wished the bus to come ahead of the schedule, you couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the considerably tall guy standing in front of the wishing well, singing after he threw his coin away as if his vocal cord wouldn’t work unless he did so.

You’d found yourself taking the six-forty-five bus since then.

The day after you’re late, you had come extra early to the bus stop. And yet, unfortunately, it’s the bus turn to be late. It was ten minutes later, exactly at six-forty, no bus at sight, but he was. He strolled down from the opposite street of your complex’s and stopped right in front of the wishing well, an abandoned, shallow well, which was probably older than your mother. People had agreed not to cover the mouth of the wall. They cleaned it up a bit from the wild grass and moss around it, even went as far as hanging a bell from the pulley where the rope’s used to be. From that day onwards, a lot of people had come to ring the bell and throw a coin, whispering their wishes to the brand new wishing well. That’s what he did, you observed. Ringing the bell, throwing out a coin, and bringing his hands near his chest, his eyes tightly closed. But he did something nobody else did. He sang.

He would sing a whole song and then leave. That went on for more than a week, which was why now you couldn’t take your eyes away from the shrinking wishing well as your bus drove away from it. You were reluctant to even step into the bus in the first place, keep halting on your steps and peeking around it to look for him. But that was until the driver honked you from your thoughts. You didn’t see him that day.

He’s still absent on the next day. You’d skipped six-thirty and six-forty-five bus and opted for the later seven-o’clock bus, which earned you another question from your employer. Mrs. Park had questioned you the first two late days, but she didn’t mind it because she’s been trying to make you quit coming too early for work since you received no extra cash for that. She was actually happy that you’d come about the same hours as your colleagues. But now that you’re officially late and walking sluggishly through the back door, mellow eyes and downturned lips, the first thing that passed through her mind was that something’s wrong. She asked you exactly one question in the hope that it’d help clear her worries away, but the impact was the contrary. You answered her with an I’m sorry and then proceeded to the locker room and worked all through the day as if nothing had happened.

You’re losing sleeps these past two days. And you admitted it was crazy, but you just wanted to see him once again, hear him once again, only to make sure that he’s okay. It’s crossed your mind. Maybe whatever it was that he’s wishing for was already granted, that’s why he didn’t visit the well anymore. Maybe the well could actually grant wishes after all. Maybe. And you’d take that chance, however slim that was. And for that, you’re standing in front of the wishing well at six-thirty, letting the loud bus drove away behind you and buried the sound of your wish as you threw your coin and closed your eyes.

“Hey!” someone called out, interjecting your solemn moment. “You’re the bus stop girl!” The man had spoken with so much enthusiasm that when you finally turned around, it surprised you to see him freezing on his track to put his hand behind his neck with what seemed like an embarrassment blooming red on his ears. However, putting it like that was only undermining the shock running through your veins. Yes, you’re the bus stop girl. But he only knew that because he was your—no! the—wishing well guy.

“Um, hey,” he said, the volume of his voice so much lower than before now that he’s talking from only a few feet away from you. “I’m sorry. For… the nickname. It just came out. You’re always watching me from the bus stop, that’s why.”

“No, I’m not!” you chirped, making him laugh in response, a sound which as it turned out, had a tremendous effect on your nerves.

“Yes, you are. You always sit on that bench”—he pointed at your regular bench, a big smile still sitting on his face—“from before six-thirty, I think, and you don’t even get in after the first bus arrived. You always jump on the second one. If you’re not watching me you would’ve taken the first bus or come later to the stop.”

“That’s not true! I wasn’t- I wasn’t here yet for the first bus. It’s not- How- how could you know? You’re not here before six-forty,” you argued.

“I’m… I’m not here before six-forty? Now how do you know the exact time I’d be here?” The man only chuckled when you couldn’t muster up a swift reply for him.

“You- you yourself are always here throwing coins and making wishes and then singing as if you have too much money from singing in the park or something and decided it’d be wise to donate some to the wishing well. What even were your wishes, huh?”

The big grin on his face only grew, lifting his cheeks and forming crescents with his eyes. Frankly, it was amusing for him to see how your tone and expression made a slight turn and became more aggressive. He could imagine hearing the gears shifting in your head, changing their strategy from defense to offense. He put away his thought and finished it with a small chuckle before he relented with his teasing manner to answer your question. “Ahh, there’s only one. I was… wishing to win this singing competition.”

“What?! Why?” you exclaimed, utter disbelief took over your face in an instant. “You don’t need to wish it! Your voice is amazing!”

He shot you a ghost of a smile and waved your words away. “Ah, no, it’s not amazing. It’s okay, I think. But, thank you. It’s not really- um, anyway, it’s your first time making your wish here, isn’t it? In the last two weeks that I was here, I’d never seen you throwing coins.”

You frowned at his attempt to brush away your compliments and change the direction of your conversation from him and his voice. “Um, yeah,” you mumble in a pout, eyes staring up at him as if they’re searching for signs or explanations or whatever. But then his question almost knocked you off your feet.

“What were you wishing for?”

“Oh, that!” you squeaked. Your hands rushed to cover your mouth at the sound of your high-pitched voice and tried to swallow down your nerves, blush creeping rapidly on your cheeks. “I, um, you- uh, no! It’s… nothing! Yeah, it’s nothing!”

“Me…?”

“No! Well, ugh, kind of? I mean, you hadn’t been here for the last two days, so… I…You know, um…”

The man took a step closer and leaned forward with a raised brow. “So you wished I’d come?”

“Well, um, yeah, maybe, something like that.” You lowered your head to hide the furious blush on your cheeks, and yet you couldn’t help but raised it up again at the sound of his laughter.

“Those two days, I was at Ilsan. The final competition was held there.”

“Oh? So that’s the competition you’re talking about? How’s the result? Did you win?” you urged him with your question, the previous abashment quickly washed away by your excitement.

He nods timidly. And you gasped, eyes growing wide as you let out a squeal and jumped up and down, hands grabbing for his to make him jump with you. The man followed suit and let out a series of small laughter that deformed his eyes into permanent crescents—at least, until you stopped jumping, for you remember there are dough waiting for you to be baked in a certain bakery on the park.

“Hey, are you free? Today?”

“Hm?” he mumbled in surprise. “Me? Today? Yes, why?”

“You wanna go to the bakery I work at? I’ll make you something. A little celebration for the winner!” you enthused, hands still holding onto his without actually being aware of it.

“No, it’s okay, you don’t have to do that.”

“Come on… this is the least I can do after watching your free solo concert for days. What do you say?” You peered at him with a big smile on your face, but when he didn’t say anything right away you continued, “Come on! You don’t wanna miss the second bus, it’s gonna make me late 15 minutes more than the usual.”

“Wait… So you’re late because you’re watching me sing?”

You dropped his hands and brought yours behind your back, hiding your fiddling fingers from him. “Well…”

“Well…?” he probed, his tone still thickly coated in amusement.

“Well, let’s- let’s just go to the bakery, shall we?” You forced a smile on your face and grabbed his hand once again to guide him to the bus stop.

“Hey,” you start meekly after you both settled on the bench in slightly awkward silence.

“Hm?”

“If… if you won the competition, why’d you come here again today?”

“Ahh, that, I, uh, I wanna wish for the courage to finally talk to you.”

Hearing his honest admission, you’re caught off guard, and you knew for a fact that your cheeks were burning red because of it. So without any clear idea of what you’re doing, you jumped from your seat and rushed to stand beside the stop sign, half-shouting, “The bus is here! The bus is here.” Although, it was only three minutes later that the bus actually made its appearance known.

You spent your whole ride shaming yourself for everything that you’d done in front of him—mainly because of the bus is here predicament. You swore to God, you’re only good at making yourself look strange. And strange enough, you’re quite thankful for every of your self-cursing and self-blaming that you did on the ride since apparently, it distracted you from the real problem that you had sitting beside you and saved you from another disconcerting situation.

You didn’t walk side by side. You came out of the bus first. Then he followed you from behind and kept on doing so until you reached the bakery’s door and opened it for him. It’s making you all the more self-conscious, but one look at him, you’d see that he also had no idea on how to carry himself around you.

It was a pleasant surprise for Mrs. Park to see you walk in with a guy. And within two seconds, she’s finished connecting the dots and knew for sure the reason behind your unusual behavior lately. It must’ve been him. So when you entered the kitchen to take over, she let you, for she could already guess what your intention was.

You presented him a platter of various mini berry scones approximately forty minutes later, and the relief that washed over you seeing him sitting still on his table was simply unimaginable. While baking, you’d imagined him sneaking out of the bakery and choosing not to see you ever again. But now that you saw his eyes lit up at the sight of you—or maybe the pastries—you’re again reminded on how he came to the well to wish for the courage to talk to you.

“Hey, I’m sorry for making you wait,” you said as you placed the pastries on the middle of the table and asked for your friend to help with the water.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind.”

Honestly, he did mind. Because evidently his thought was toxic, and forty-minute waiting time was almost enough to kill him on the spot. But of course, he couldn’t tell you that, just like how he couldn’t tell you the three syllables of his name, Lee Seokmin. From the second that he blurted out the nickname he had for you at the wishing well, Seokmin believed that he’d be a disaster. After seeing how you reacted to him, though, somehow his confidence built up enough that he encountered no significant issues in talking to you.

He’d found you adorable, and the warmth enveloping his heart had made words and teases come easier. But whenever silent fall between you and him and he was left with his own thought, he couldn’t get past the fact that he wanted so badly to introduce himself properly and ask for your name. All this while, the conversation had been about him, but he wanted to take over and be the one who’d ask you questions instead.

That was why his eyes were busy going back and forth from your face to the pastries, which made you giggle and commented, “You can dive in.” He admitted that the thought of diving into those pastries was tempting and greatly distracting, but that was not all that’s on his mind. He was busy collecting praises in his head to start a conversation with you. Truthfully, he’d been doing that since you left him on his table alone. Nobody else was in the bakery, only some of your colleagues, giving him polite smiles. Seokmin’s gaze had swum around the room, noticing little details that perhaps could be a conversation starter. But now that you directed his focus to the pastries, he’s certain that he didn’t have the power on earth to kill the spark in his eyes and prevent himself to actually dive in.

Maybe he should start with the pastries first and foremost.

At that time, you would even say that his eyes burned from the intense excitement he projected at your permission. And you could feel the fire transferred to your eyes and spread to your whole body when he said in delight, “This is really good! Mmph, like, really, really good! I knew from the smell alone it’s going to be fantastic, but this is phenomenal!”

As you laughed and sheepishly thanked him for his praises, you remembered the time earlier when he’s the one on the end of your praises. “Hey, why were you acting strangely after I complimented you?”

He cleared his throat for a second before he chugged on his water. “Ahh, it’s just, I’m not that good. I still need to work harder on my voice.”

“Aye, you’re too hard on yourself.” You sent him a disapproving look, but he wasn’t even looking at you to notice it. “You wanna know what’s not that good? These scones I made you.”

He whipped his head up to shoot you one horrified look. “What? No! This is extremely delicious. I told you, this is phenomenal. They’re phenomenal! I could eat these for the rest of my life.”

“Liar,” you scoff. “I wouldn’t believe that if you don’t believe how extremely delicious your voice is. I could listen to that for the rest of my life.”

“Aye, you’re too nice. And, what even were you saying? Delicious voice?”

He brushed you away with his chuckles, but you’re not giving up, even though you couldn’t stifle your defeated sigh. “So you think you won the competition because of the well? And if that so, then my meeting you is also the well doing? And not because you are—hey, wait! You didn’t actually make the wish! The courage wish! But you’re here, all fine with talking to me. No stutters, no nothing. Courage is okay. See! You don’t need the wishing well at all…” you let your words drifted, for when you’re about to say his name, you realized that you had not a single idea.

“Seokmin,” he supplied, a small smile budding on his lips. “Lee Seokmin.” And somehow relief and pride rushed within his system at the major accomplishment of saying his name aloud to you, even if you’re the one who had to pull it out of his lips—even with his lack of ability to lead the conversation or ask you of your name in change. But at least, he could draw a smile out of you. Maybe he should just see how things were going and let the time trickled comfortably.

“Seokmin”—you nodded several times as if considering the weight of his name on your tongue—“I like your name. And I like your voice. And, I’d really like it if you’re more confident about it. Then it’d be phenomenal.” You moved your eyebrows up and down before you both burst into laughter.

Yes, maybe seeing her eyes crinkle, or hearing her tinkling laugh, or savoring her berry scones were more than enough. Maybe, this was more than enough for now.

When your laughter quieted down, he gifted you with the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen—or at the very least, at that moment he made any other smile seemed insignificant. He stared at you for a few seconds before muttering, “Thank you, um…”

“Y/n.”

“Thank you very much, Y/n. I- I, um, I like your scones,” Seokmin said before falling into a fit of nervous laughter.

And this time, you swore in your heart that sometimes, being embarrassing was worth it after all.

#lee seokmin #lee dokyeom #dokyeom fluff #seokmin fluff #seventeen fluff #lee seokmin fluff #lee dokyeom fluff #seventeen dk #seventeen dk fluff #fluff #seventeen imagines #dokyeom imagines #seokmin imagines #seokmin scenarios #dokyeom scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen oneshot #dokyeom oneshot #seokmin oneshot

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A Gintama episode a day keeps the ending away…Episode 142

Episode Title: Life Is A Series Of Choices

MY 23 FAVORITE MOMENTS IN EPISODE 142 (manga chaps 217, 218 and 219):

Love this episode so much! My favorite ep of the arc and the best one, imo. While Gintoki’s fight with Housen later is quite awesome and brutal, in terms of emotional resonance, I have to give the win to Kagura and Shinpachi’s two-on-one face-off against Abuto. The brutality of their fight never fails to make me clench my teeth so hard that my jaw is usually achy by the end of it. I love every second of it and I wish it lasted longer.

1) Bless this very human boy for trying to protect a powerful Yato girl from powerful Yato man.

2) This moment of Yorozuya-on-Yorozuya violence was especially sweet since they were fighting over their protection of each other.

3) I love this family.

4) Tsukky being awesome and looking beautiful while doing it.

5) Such a heart-wrenching yet amazing image, and so meaningful too since Tsukky got the strength to stand up because she remembered Gintoki’s words of encouragement.

6) I always get teary-eyed even though I technically disagree with the whole throwing away their womanhood thing. I think they’re still complete women through and through even with their scares and their past and their duty.

7) This fucking psycho rabbit. After watching V/H/S 2 and seeing that image of the bloody cult dude, I can never not think of that guy when I see this scene of Kamui now. Makes it that much more disturbing.

8) Those poor women. I appreciate the muting of the colors in that moment but it really doesn’t lessen the brutality of Kamui’s actions.

9) Abuto trying to bond with Kagura over her crazy brother’s abusive tendencies.

10) You know it’s going to be an awesome fight when they go wide-screen at the start.

11) I think this is where my teeth clenching starts: you can totally tell that even though Kagura was putting all her strength into her swings and kicks, they were still barely doing anything to Abuto.

12) I love Kagura. I want to grow up to be like her.

13) I worship our Queen so much.

14) This and the noise and Kagura’s scream that resulted from it always makes me wince so hard that I actually get tears in my eyes. I could almost feel her pain from having her arm broken by Abuto.

15) Again, bless this very human boy for even attempting something like that Would’ve been more effective if he aimed for Abuto’s head, but then that wouldn’t have been in character for him and that’s why Shinpachi is so lovable.

16) In retrospect, considering the damage Abuto was inflicting on these two people that I love, it’s really amazing that he actually managed to redeem himself completely by the end of the fight.

17) I feel a sympathy pain in my gut every time I see this scene. It’s nothing short of a miracle that Shinpachi’s internal organs were permanently damaged by what Abuto did to him.

18) The moment when Kagura’s chains start coming undone.

19) I clench down here too even though Abuto took the pulverization pretty well. Seriously how did he develop such a resilience to pain? I have to wonder just how abusive Kamui has been to him over the years.

20) Holy fuck. I mean, what else can I say?

21) And yet, I still hope we get to see this side of Kagura before it’s all over because she’s just so horrifyingly amazing in that condition. I mean, I hope she learns to control the bloodlust so she doesn’t lose herself completely, but I really want to see her going berserk again. Her and Kamui, going full berserker mode on Utsuro maybe. Omg that will be so freaking awesome!!!

22) Dear sweet Abuto. He’s so helpless to this nutty Yato fam.

23) Last time someone tried to interfere with two Yatos fighting, one person got a hand through his chest and the other got his arm ripped clear off. Shinpachi is a truly brave soul.

24) Yeah, I probably was destined to love Abuto right from the start. He basically forfeited his own safety in order to save Kagura and Shinpachi: he kicked pushed them onto a roof and made no attempt whatsoever to save himself. I love that even though he was set up as a villain, he still had this compassionate side to him. Reminded me of Bansai...which I guess was the point since both of them similarly and hopelessly devoted to two misguided yet endearing psychopaths.

SHIPS TALLY:

Gintoki x Tsukuyo: lotsa mutual feelings going on between them in this arc. I would have to be blind not to see the signs. They definitely made me fear for my OTP.

Abuto x Kamui: I think it’s pretty fair to say they were pretty much canon from the get-go. It’s my fault for getting distracted with other ships for Kamui.

Tsukuyo x Hinowa: the mutual feelings were strong for them too. I mean, heck, if Sorachi-sama were to refer to Gintoki and Hijikata as the sun and moon of Edo, I would freak the F out (even though, technically that would also mean they are destined to never be together other than during an eclipse like Isabeau and Navarre in Ladyhawke, but I’m just going to ignore that part).

5/22/2019

#Gintama #Gintama anime episode 142 #Yoshiwara in Flames Arc #Kagura #Abuto #Kamui #Yato Family #Yorozuya family #Shinpachi #Gintoki #Tsukuyo #GinTsu #AbuKamui #AbuKam #TsuHino #Life and Love #THANK YOU Sorachi-sama

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BnHA Chapter 218: Purse Pilferage and Mouse Murder

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan and Deku sparred in an attempt to draw out Deku’s mysterious new power once again, but to no avail. In a brief flashback, the OFA Scooby Squad (now including Bakugou!) discussed Deku’s recent visions and his multiple quirks. Kacchan pointed out that it was very similar to All for One’s power, which seems to be weighing on Deku’s mind some. That evening at the fanfic dorms, Shouto approached Deku asking if he had been hiding a second quirk. Deku assured him that the new quirk surprised him as much as everyone else, and fibbed that it was probably derived from his original quirk. Meanwhile the U.A. faculty accepted Shinsou into the hero course, and Aizawa acted all weird and cagey about someone from his past named “Shirakumo.” Later, Monoma met with Aizawa, Mirio, Deku, and Eri at the teachers’ dorms and unsuccessfully attempted to copy Eri’s quirk. Eri apologized for being so troublesome, and the others assured her that she wasn’t and Deku told her that even seemingly dangerous quirks can be used for good. It wasn’t lost on him that this applied to his own powers as well, and he resolved to keep working to master OFA.

Today on BnHA: Early one December morn, the kids of 1-A gather in their common room to watch some TV while they wait to hear if Bakugou and Todoroki passed their provisional license retest. The news is reporting on a company called Detnerat which has recently entered the hero equipment business. Their CEO is some Joker-looking dude who’s apparently a big fan of AFO’s old nemesis Destro of Meta Liberation Army fame. Destro’s book has recently been republished and is making the discussion rounds. DetCEO discusses it with his cute lil mouse subordinate Miyashita, but Miyashita isn’t really a fan. This proves unfortunate for Miyashita, as DetCEO is all “that’s too bad, guess I’m just gonna have to snap your neck then.” Like, for real though. Anyway so then DetCEO heads to a secret meeting of like-minded individuals who are apparently Destro’s descendants and are seeking to make his goals a reality. We then segue to a group of purse-snatchers led by someone who I really thought was Shirakumo for a hot minute, ngl. He’s not, though. Anyway so they’re wreaking some havoc and stealing people’s shit -- that is, until two good boys who just earned their provisional licenses after three months of hard work show up to spoil their fun.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 225, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

HOLY SHIT

BABY WE GOT OURSELVES SOME MOTHERFUCKING SNOW IN THE FANFIC DORMS!!!

holy shit. and it’s the weekend! ARE WE GONNA HAVE SOME ANTICSSSS YES PLEASE I REALLY NEED THIS SO BAD RIGHT NOW YOU HAVE NO IDEA

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

KIRISHIMA WHY ARE YOU TAKING YOUR CLOTHES OFF

I hope they get a ton! I WANT SNOWBALL FIGHTS AND SNOW FORTS AND TODOROKI TO LET IT GOOOOOO LET IT GOOOOOOO

ahh but apparently he and Bakugou are away right now

wow they even got that class on Sundays now, huh

also, who did Sero borrow the tankoubon from? because more likely than not it was Bakugou since I can’t even picture Shouto reading manga (unless he borrowed some volumes from Deku, maybe). so that means Bakugou is (a) a big ol’ manga-reading nerd who brought his manga to school with him, and (b) sharing with friends. both of which make me so, so happy

(ETA: Viz translated this as “I want to borrow the next volume of this manga from Todoroki,” but as far as I can tell, in the RAW version he doesn’t specify who he borrowed it from. I think Caleb Cook just doesn’t think Bakugou is capable of sharing. give him some credit, Caleb Cook.)

Deku says they should be back around six, and Iida says it’s apparently the last day of their provisional class!

OHMYGOSH. hold up. so that means that their re-test is in like a week, no? holy shit. oh my god I’m so hypppppped ahhhhhh

SDLFKHASLDFKJLK HOLY SHIT

IT’S TODAY!?!??

YOU CAN DO IT KIDS I BELIEVE IN YOU. YOU GOT THIS

KACCHAN ARE YOU READY TO OFFICIALLY BECOME KACCHAN THE HERO

(ETA: maybe we’ll actually get Kacchan’s hero name before I grow old. maybe.)

SDFKASLDHK AND LOOK AT THIS SETUP!? AHHHHHH PLEASE DON’T CUT AWAY FROM THIS. OH MY GOD

but snow antics though. oh my god I’m so torn lsdkjlk

anyways of fucking course we cut away, and I don’t really mind because I love cozy 1-A snow day dorm antics also. plus everyone is gossiping about Todo and Baku, and Satou is baking a cake like the Princess Peach he is

Kami is playfully lamenting the fact that he’s about to lose the one leg-up he had on those two, and flipping on the news

oh shit are we gonna get some Plot

I guess so. what is this

Detnerat?? is that a portmanteau of something? an acronym? or another Star Wars reference I failed to pick up on??

(ETA: yeah so it’s the word “talented” spelled backwards. except with an r instead of an l.)

so the news is showing some people with mutant quirks, including a four-armed lady, a jello child, and a walrus with a bowler hat

and the narration is talking about how people like this used to be a minority but now “their era arrived”

interesting. I guess there’s pretty much no such thing as “one size fits all” anymore these days huh. so does that mean there’s been a shift back to custom-made tailored items?

this pointy nose guy is extremely theatrical

calm down buddy

so he says his company has come all this way while building products that meet the needs of each of their customers individually

this is cool and all but I’m trying to figure out why this new arc is opening with an infomercial

I’m expecting things all right, but I think it’s a little too early to say if they’ll be great

and now we’re cutting to this guy’s office, where his employee is concluding his presentation. apparently he was showing his boss the finished commercial

and now they’re discussing the thus-far lukewarm reception to their recent announcement

(ETA: holy shit. famous last words. fuckin’ jinxed it Miyashita.)

are you guys... good guys? bad guys? how is this related to the plot?? a new arc all about stock holdings and market shares. Iida did you write this arc

so pointy nose says that they’ve been doing this on a much larger scale for a long time already, so he’s confident they’ll be successful

oh shit

it only just occurred to me that he used the word “superpowers” instead of quirks

AND LOOK AT THIS SHIT

IT’S THAT BOOK. THE ONE THAT WAS PROBABLY WRITTEN BY DESTRO OMG

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IT WAS DESTRO. CALLED IT WOOP WOOP

Mishiwhatsa says he read the book too but “it’s a load of crap if you ask me”

he says that what the army was doing was nothing but terrorism at the expense of innocent people, and yet Destro “had the gall” to act like he was in the right

hot damn this guy really was Magneto. are we going full-on X-Men in this arc. I want the works. I want fucking sentinels and everything oh god please

oh shit I’m starting to worry about ol’ Mishi here

MIYASHITA, RUN

OH SHIT

IS HE GOING TO SNAP HIS FUCKING NECK!?? HOLY SHIT!??

holy fucking shitballs oh christ

this dude is straight up murdering his best employee, Nezu’s cousin, all because he didn’t agree with his favorite book!?

...

holy shit

fuck. I’m speechless

okay. okay shit. well. uh. Detnerat, huh

you have my attention, plot

hooooooooooly shit

holy shit holy shit holy shit

okay. calm down, self. let’s jot down some thoughts real quick

okay so one, that one shot of that guy with his hand on his hat has a decided Ian McKellen vibe to it. I’m telling you guys. X-Men references all over the damn place in this arc

two, the word “supremacy” was used. meaning this wasn’t just a “quirk rights” group, this was a quirk supremacist group. or is a quirk supremacist group, I should say. these people believe themselves to be the future of humankind. they don’t want liberation, they want control. and assuming we continue to follow the X-Men parallels here, they also believe themselves to be superior to those without superpowers and they’re looking to assert their authority over them

they clearly believe the current laws restricting the usage of quirks are a form of oppression and persecution and are looking to eradicate them

this seems like exactly the type of philosophy the League of Villains would be eager to spread, and I wouldn’t be surprised if another team-up is in the works here

lastly, if these guys are now in the business of making hero equipment, whoever buys from them had better be really careful, as I can easily see some sort of Iron Man 2 plotline going down in which there’s a secret command built into the coding of the new equipment which will sabotage its users once activated. or if you’d rather think of it in Star Wars terms rather than MCU, call it an “order 66” ploy

(ETA: well I partly called this one. still up in the air honestly, who knows.)

also: friendly reminder that Bakugou’s gauntlets were recently destroyed and he’s gonna be needing new ones! (:

so having said all that, let’s see how this pans out!

and right away, the prediction about them teaming up with the League is panning out. waste no time, huh

so Hooknose is telling him to do so at once

oh shit hold up

WELL I SURE GOT THAT BACKWARDS NOW DIDN’T I

lol oh shit. I totally forgot that AFO was the one who bombed the Army’s HQ all those decades and possibly centuries ago. I can’t believe these guys still remember that and know how AFO was connected to boot

also, is there a Rorschach thing going on here? I wonder if it’s a reference to the psychologist or to the comic book character from Watchmen. I’m betting the latter given the way they’re using the inkblots as masks, and also because this is a manga based on superhero comics after all

(ETA: yeah, Rorschach, Joker, and Magneto... drawing on a lot of classic villains and anti-heroes in this arc.)

ah so now we’re getting details on their new bid to enter the hero market

HOLD UP

WHAT THE FUCK THIS GUY LOOKS AWFULLY FUCKING FAMILIAR

IS THIS SHIRAKUMO??? AIZAWA WERE YOU NOT CONTENT WITH THE STRIKING SIMILARITY YOU ALREADY BORE TO KAKASHI? HAD TO GO AND ADD THE OLD FRIEND TURNED EVIL BACKSTORY TOO?? OR WHAT

given that this guy seems to have some sort of cloud-based power (look at what he’s riding! and now the people he just harassed and stole from are describing it as “carbonated water”), and kumo means “cloud”...

(ETA: nope, this is just good ol’ Soda Sam. Carbonation Carl.)

okay and now we’re cutting to a conversation between two as-yet-unknown parties that seem to be witnessing this robbery from a distance, and deciding whether or not to intervene

for a moment I entertained the idea that this might be Kacchan and Shouto with their hot-off-the-presses licenses, possibly talking to All Might? but none of this dialogue seems to have that Kacchan flair, and it also doesn’t make much sense for them to have attended the lesson accompanied by All Might and no one else. Aizawa’s been pretty good about making sure there’s always at least one other fighting pro accompanying them

so now this group of merry bandits is celebrating their new haul

OH SHITTTTTTT

ODDS OF THIS BEING BAKUGOU AND SHOUTO JUST SHOT WAAAAAAAAAY WAY UP OH MY GOD?!

OH MY GOD IT WAS EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT?!

I SHOULD STOP DOUBTING MYSELF AND HORIKOSHI’S PROPENSITY FOR GIVING ME EXACTLY WHAT I WANT ALL OF THE TIME

motherfucker. you just know Kacchan spent that entire cab ride with his nose pressed to the window trying to sense danger and keeping his fingers crossed something like this would happen

(ETA: him and Shouto both, since the dialogue suggests it was Shouto that spotted it first! so basically one of them stationed at each window with All Might sandwiched in between wondering if he’s even going to survive this trip. the answer is yes, All Might, but not without it becoming Eventful.)

also, 30 minutes or 30 seconds, it hardly matters All Might. you know these two spent the last three months anticipating this moment every single minute of every day. they’re gonna go do reckless hero shit, All Might. THEY’RE JUST GONNA

oh my godddddddd

TodoBaku fighting against Aizawa’s possible friend-turned-villain in the snowwwwww having JUST EARNED THE SHIT OUT OF THEIR NEW LICENSES HELL YEAHHHHHHHHH

and it appears Kacchan does have a gauntlet. goddammit. make that propensity for giving me almost exactly what I want, most of the time

anyways, I don’t really care! life is good. life is fucking amazing, fam

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #redestro #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #poor miyashita just kept on digging himself in deeper didn't he #'hey boss you sure are bald'#'and our business is very much not booming'#'oh hey what's that book you've got there'#'oh is that the one by destro?'#'lol I flippin' hate that guy'#'he's just the worst isn't he?'#'why no I don't have any friends or family or anyone who would miss me or notice my sudden disappearance in any capacity'#'why do you ask'#'boss?'#'...'

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a-vast-horizon · 5 years ago

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👀👀👀👁👀👁👀👁👀👁👀👁👀👀

oh boy, i’m not sure i have 14, lol

i’ll give a little sampling anyway

(from an Agent Stern/Barclay The Adventure Zone: Amnesty fic)

It was a bad idea to mix work with your personal life. Agent Stern knew that, really. It was just that when you were traveling for work, your whole life sort of became tangled with your job to some extent. Now, obviously, there were some hard lines to be drawn. When he was suited up and on the case, questioning witnesses and examining evidence, he was on the job, no personal matters allowed.

But when he got back from doing his job to relax at the Amnesty Lodge, was it really so wrong if he found the chef cute?

(from a Danny Phantom and Bendy and the Ink Machine crossover)

The storage room was, as ever, a mess. You might have thought the Fentons, as scientists, would have some interest in being organized, but you’d be wrong. You probably should have considered the fact that they were *ghost-hunting* scientists, and realized they were absolute messes. As was the storage room.

The spare drill Danny has been asked to fetch was just barely visible on a high wall-mounted shelf, tucked between a raggedy old plush toy and some dusty bottles. There wasn’t any space on the crowded floor for a stepladder, not that Danny would have been able to find one in the mess, so he settled for trying to balance on his tiptoes as he reached for the shelf. And it almost worked, too. He had one hand on the shelf, inching towards the drill to pull it forwards, when a can rolled out of place beneath his foot, sending him wildly off balance. The hand Danny had on the shelf grabbed it for balance, and evidently that was more than it was cut out for, because it promptly detached from the wall, sending its contents down towards Danny.

(from a My Hero Academia AU tentatively titled ‘explosive temper’)

Izuku’s nose was buried in his latest hero analysis notebook, revising his notes from that morning’s fight with Mount Lady. He was therefore oblivious to the fact that the sewer grate behind him was being lifted until he heard a voice call out, “Damn nerd! Get your head out of your book and look behind you!”

So, of course, he did, and found himself a scant few meters from an enormous body of slime oozing its way out of the sewer.

(from an Animorphs AU tentatively titled ‘butterfly effect’)

We met up outside the entrance to the Gardens on Saturday. With a lot of cajoling at our gymnastics lessons, I’d managed to convince Melissa to come, and judging by the fact that Jake showed up, Cassie had invited him like I’d told her to.

“Hey, guys,” Jake said. “Marco’s dad is sick, so he can’t make it.”

“Aw, too bad,” I said. Had Cassie told Jake to invite Marco, too? They were her tickets, but I’d have thought she’d want to spend time with just him.

Then again, maybe Jake was the one being oblivious in this situation and invited Marco along himself. Considering his talents were more oriented towards shooting balls through hoops and playing video games than talking to people, it wasn’t out of the question.

(from Koda’s upcoming fic in the Super[Natural]Heroes BNHA AU)

“So if you’re not coming out here because you’re hurt, what is it? Boredom? Looking for adventure? Problems with your family?”

Koda… hadn’t thought this far ahead? What did he tell her? What would be enough to get her to stop worrying?

Apparently, in the absence of an answer, Ragdoll had made up her own mind about what was going on, because she didn’t wait for Koda to come up with something.

“Well, it’s none of my business!” she said. “But if you ever do need help, you should come find me or one of the other Pussycats!”

(from an Ant-Man-centric Endgame AU fic)

He pressed the button on his suit to return him to normal size, knowing it was futile. He’d pressed it probably a hundred times already since the others had stopped responding on the radio. The Quantum Realm didn’t follow the same rules of physics as the rest of the universe did, and that was why they needed the Quantum Tunnel to leave it safely. Still, he couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. He had to get back to his life, to Hope, to Cassie!

He pressed the button again, again, hearing it click uselessly over and over. Still, he kept pressing it.

And finally, it worked.

In a dizzying flash of light and motion and expansion, Scott went from the Quantum Realm to the back of the X-Con truck, pressed between the closed doors and the powered-down Quantum Tunnel. A thick layer of dust covered the van’s interior, and Scott began coughing as the helmet of his suit automatically retracted. He managed to unlatch the back doors of the van and tumbled out onto concrete. This wasn’t the parking lot where the van had last been parked, though. Scott looked around to see boxes and boxes with his name on them, chain link fence, a ceiling overhead. A storage unit? But who had moved his stuff here, and how had they done it so fast?

(from Attempt #218, a Good Place fic [spoilers for the end of season 1])

In theory, it was the perfect torture.

Tahani was beautiful, boastful, high society and incredibly open about it: just the kind of person to get under Eleanor’s skin, to lance her worries about not being a good enough person. Eleanor, meanwhile, was pressed to keep her past a secret and pretend to be a human rights activist who volunteered at a local animal shelter in her spare time, so Tahani would struggle to make conversation with someone that couldn’t give her a straight answer. It wasn’t quite as good as pairing Tahani with someone who couldn’t talk at all, like Jason, but it was a bit less obvious, more of a slow burn that could last a few hundred years before she caught on. And the guilt Eleanor would eventually feel over having a perfect soulmate and hating her guts was sure to be entertaining.

Of course, if everything worked the way Michael had theorized, they wouldn’t have been on attempt 218 at all.

(from a BNHA crossover with… well… I’ll say it when the fic is released)

“Fine,” Tenya conceded. “What are you looking for, anyway?”

“Not sure,” Ochako said. “Anything that might be worth reselling.”

“You came here without an idea what you were looking for?” Tenya asked.

“Hey, that’s why I brought you! Your family works on cars, so you know what’s in good enough shape to resell.”

Tenya didn’t say anything, but Ochako could sense the judgemental look he was giving her even without looking over her shoulder.

“Look, we’re just… tight on cash this month. I just want to help my parents out,” Ochako said.

(from a Trollhunters fic where Jim is part-changeling)

“Blinky? What’s going on?” Jim asked, desperation soaking his voice. If anyone would know what had happened, it would surely be Blinky.

“It seems that the gaggletek worked as expected,” Blinky said, his tone eerily calm in a way Jim couldn’t decipher. “It forces changelings to change their shape when they touch it.”

“But I’m not a changeling,” Jim said. “At least, I don’t think so? Can you be a changeling without knowing it?”

Blinky shook his head, crossing one set of his arms while the other wrung its hands nervously.

“Changelings are aware of their true nature from the moment they set foot out of the Darklands,” Blinky said. “Which means… you have been deceiving us ever since you met us.”

(from a TomStarCo rewrite of the Star vs. the Forces of Evil finale)

“Well, I would still like to be friends with you, Star. I still really like you. I just… I have feelings for someone else, too, and I know you also do,” Tom said.

“What? Who are you talking about?”

“Marco.”

“Yeah, I guessed that’s what you were thinking, dummy. I meant who do you have feelings for?”

“Well…” Tom’s voice trailed off sheepishly.

“Oh,” Star said. “Oh. You like him, too?”

“I mean, I didn’t want to. I just can’t help it!” Tom said.

“Yeah, no, I totally get it,” Star said. “Same boat here, remember?”

#long post #if you send 14 emojis i will do my best to send 14 answers lol #zen talks #fanfic #plantaequeen

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Eurovision 2009 my top 42

Hello, and welcome to another episode of this ESC top series, and I go back to May 12, 14 and 16, 2009, when the 54th edition of the contest was held in Moscow, Russia, after Dima Bilan’s victory in Belgrade last year. 42 countries took part, while San Marino withdrew and Georgia was disqualified because of a breach of the contest rules, Slovakia returned to the contest after their last showing in 1998. This year is known as the one when the juries returned, making 50% of the final score together with the televote, this year it was only implemented on the final, but in next years they were introduced on the semis as well. The contest was won by Norway and Alexander Rybak with the song Fairytale, making this their 3rd win overall and also he set a record number of points and a record for the most 12 points, so it was a very smashing victory. Also the stage was so stunning and big, I love that stage so much. And now, let’s review the songs!

1st Place: NORWAY/Alexander Rybak-Fairytale (Real Placing: 1st-387 points)

This guy has one of my favorite songs of all time, and it’s timeless, the music is so pretty, the lyrics resume my love life and he’s so cute, the performance is a truly fairytale and after many listens throughout the years, I never get tired of it.

2nd Place: FRANCE/Patricia Kaas-Et si’l fallait le faire (Real Placing: 8th-107 points)

This is such a masterpiece, her voice is so wonderful, I’m in love with it and her pronunciation, the music is like something out of a French movie, and it’s stunning, the performance is perfect and she’s such a classy singer. A lot of passion and feeling in this song,

3rd Place: ICELAND/Yohanna-Is it true? (Real Placing: 2nd-218 points)

Well, this song is so heartbreaking because of the lyrics, her voice is so good, the performance is cute with that dress and the background, the music is so pretty and it’s a very enjoyable song, such a precious ballad and Yohanna is so beautiful as well. This in 2010 would’ve been better, sadly, that’s just a fairytale, and she was beaten by a fairytale as well.

4th Place: UNITED KINGDOM/Jade Ewen-It’s my time (Real Placing: 5th-173 points)

A magical ballad out of a Broadway musical, her voice is simply angelic, the music is stunning, beautiful, the staging is gorgeous, she’s beautiful and it’s the best UK entry of the decade for me. This has a very nice building and it finished with class and elegance. Simply beautiful.

5th Place: AZERBAIJAN/AySel & Arash-Always (Real Placing: 3rd-207 points)

This is what I call an Azerbaijani song, this mends the damage they did to myself last year, this song is catchy, modern, dancy, it’s such a perfect song and it has ethnic sounds as well. They sing nice, the performance is so wonderful and I’m in love with it.

6th Place: ESTONIA/Urban Symphony-Rändajad (Real Placing: 6th-129 points)

This is one of the songs I use to concentrate before my studies, the music is so magical, her voice is so beautiful and calm, it’s like a fairy, the staging is pretty and wow, I always feel out of this dimension with this song, it’s so relaxing as well. It’s one of the best Estonian entries in the world.

7th Place: SWEDEN/Malena Ernman-La voix (Real Placing: 21st-33 points)

LA VOIIIIIIIIIIX, this lady is such a charming person, her smile is pretty and the song is so good, it’s one of my fave songs from Sweden of the late 00′s and her voice is such a delight to listen. The music is so schlager and that’s what makes me love it. Her dress is so beautiful and yeah, Sweden was underrated that year.

8th Place: TURKEY/Hadise-Düm tek tek (Real Placing: 4th-177 points)

Wow, this song has an ethnic style to it and Hadise is such a perfect singer, also she’s stunning, the performance is everything and the düm tek tek part is very catchy and I enjoy it so much, I loved it since the first time I heard it and wow, it’s charming.

9th Place: SPAIN/Soraya Arnelas-La noche es para mí (Real Placing: 24th-23 points)

Oh come on, this song is very good and finished second last, the music is enchanting, her voice is good, wish I could say the same to the backing singers, but it’s a nice song, the lyrics are good, and the performance is okay, surely this is a very catchy song.

10th Place: ARMENIA/Inga & Anush-Jan jan (Real Placing: 10th-92 points)

Armenia again serving quality, this entry has a lot of ethnic sounds, the dancing is perfect, they sing so well together and this feels like something out of the desert, the staging is so clever and effective and it’s such a lovely song, JAN JAN

11th Place: GREECE/Sakis Rouvas-This is our night (Real Placing: 7th-120 points)

Again the Greek god is back, and with an amazing song as his last attempt in 2004, not the result he wanted but this song is so good, I love the music because it’s very modern for the time and the performance was so good and epic.

12th Place: ISRAEL/Noa & Mira Awad-There must be another way (Real Placing: 16th-53 points)

A very powerful song with a deep meaning, these ladies surely have nice harmonies and the music is so beautiful, also ARABIC AGAIN IN ESC, it’s so nice. I enjoy so much the bridge before the last part, it’s simply stunning.

13th Place: PORTUGAL/Flor-de-lis-Todas as ruas do amor (Real Placing: 15th-57 points)

A cheerful and happy song, also the stage is so colorful and beautiful, her voice is calm and sweet and that makes the song so enjoyable, the music is so stunning and it’s one of the most calm songs ever.

14th Place: MALTA/Chiara-What if we (Real Placing: 22nd-31 points)

Aww Chiara is back for a third time, and even if I think this is her weakest song, it has a lot of beauty and the music is so perfect and good, her voice is, as always, stunning and out of this world and she’s the only one that can fill a big stage with only a beautiful voice.

15th Place: MONTENEGRO/Andrea Demirović-Just get out of my life (Real Placing: 11th SF1-44 points)

Why this failed to qualify, the music is so good, her voice is amazing and the performance is simple but charming and effective, I always dance to this one and IMO one of the best Montenegrin entries on the contest.

16th Place: BELARUS/Petr Elfimov-Eyes that never lie (Real Placing: 13th SF1-25 points)

Another epic and nice rock song, his voice is so cool and the music is so powerful and inspiring, the performance is amazing and full of lights, also THAT STEADICAM SHOT IS EPIC AND PERFECT. It’s one of my favorite songs that year and IMO this deserved the final, but there were many amazing songs.

17th Place: MOLDOVA/Nelly Ciobanu-Hora din Moldova (Real Placing: 14th-69 points)

SUCH AN ENERGETIC SONG AND I LOVE IT, her voice is such a pleasant trip, the performance is happy and catchy and the music is perfect, one of my favorite Moldovan songs ever. This makes me want to go to Moldova and dance there.

18th Place: ROMANIA/Elena-The Balkan girls (Real Placing: 19th-40 points)

Wow, this song is so nice, it has a fresh feeling to it and the music has nice elements, also she has a nice voice, it’s a very cute song and I love the Balkan girls.

19th Place: FINLAND/Waldo’s People-Lose control (Real Placing: 25th-22 points/last)

Why this finished last? I love this song so much, but maybe I love more the studio version, the performance here is so cool and I love the projections. Their voices are good but not the best, but the music is so epic and I like it. An undeserved last place.

20th Place: CROATIA/Igor Cukrov & Andrea-Lijepa tena (Real Placing: 18th-45 points)

Hey Igor... I mean, this is a very lovely song, the music is so charming and he has a very nice voice, also Andrea is a very talented singer and I’m so amazed by this song, at first I thought it was boring but now I like it, such a nice entry.

21st Place: ALBANIA/Kejsi Tola-Carry me in your dreams (Real Placing: 17th-48 points)

The music here is one of the best things ever from Albania, I enjoy it so much, her voice is so special and the performance is quite weird but I like it, I’m hypnotized by that bridge and also, I feel so guilty because this is very low on my top.

22nd Place: UKRAINE/Svetlana Loboda-Be my valentine (Real Placing: 12th-76 points)

SVETLANA <3 she’s so stunning, the music is so nice, it’s so powerful and memorable, also her voice is so good and the performance is quite weird because there were many things happening at the same time, still, I like this song and it’s one of the entries that I always remember from this year.

23rd Place: GERMANY/Alex Swings, Oscar Sings-Miss Kiss Kiss Bang (Real Placing: 20th-35 points)

One of my guiltiest pleasures ever, this entry has everything, a nice singer, the performance is so pretty and cool, the music has a mix of classic elements and modern touches and Oscar is cute. I don’t know why but I can’t stay still while listening to this song.

24th Place: BOSNIA & HERZEGOVINA/Regina-Bistra voda (Real Placing: 9th-106 points)

THE INTRO OMG <3 it’s so good, the music is so relaxing and beautiful, his voice is so amazing and it’s a very nice entry, love the Balkan elements and everything here blends perfectly. I’m so mesmerized by this song, and I feel so bad because of putting this so low.

25th Place: ANDORRA/Susanne Georgi-La teva decisió (Get a life) (Real Placing: 15th SF1-8 points)

This song is so good, the music is charming, her voice is very nice and the whole package is so pleasant to hear, I’m so happy because of this song, it’s so nostalgic as well and sadly this is the last Andorran song to date, which is a shame because they were very good.

26th Place: CYPRUS/Christina Metaxa-Firefly (Real Placing: 14th SF2-32 points)

Another lovely and cute ballad, she’s so beautiful and cute, the music is subtle and the performance is beautiful, her voice could’ve been better and the last part it’s so epic, I love this song as well.

27th Place: POLAND/Lidia Kopania-I don’t wanna leave (Real Placing: 12th SF2-43 points)

A lovely ballad, her voice is so stunning, as well as the performance, the music is so cool and wow, I’m in love with her, this is a beautiful song and I’m in love with this song as well.

28th Place: SLOVENIA/Quartissimo feat. Martina-Love symphony (Real Placing: 16th SF2-14 points)

The music here is so cute and lovely, which makes the 80% of the song and I like it, maybe her voice was a bit off key here, and it’s very sad because it could’ve lifted this song to the sky, overall this entry is very enjoyable and I can imagine it being played live instead of a backing track.

29th Place: RUSSIA/Anastasiya Prikhodko-Mamo (Real Placing: 11th-91 points)

WHAT A VOICE DOES SHE HAS, the music is so deep and the meaning of the song is very sad but I like it, the performance is quite creepy but it’s effective, I can’t place it higher because I like more other 28 songs. Also Ukranian on a Russian song... interesting.

30th Place: DENMARK/Niels Brinck-Believe again (Real Placing: 13th-74 points)

This entry isn’t bad, but I’m not so fond of it, also this reminds me of another song, his voice is quite good and the music is nice, sadly I can’t connect with it and it’s a bit flat though.

31st Place: SERBIA/Marko Kon and Milaan-Cipela (Real Placing: 10th SF2-60 points)

Oh this is such an interesting song, his voice is so deep but enjoyable, the music is lovely and catchy, also the performance is so colorful and cool, it’s one of my guilty pleasures ever.

32nd Place: SWITZERLAND/Lovebugs-The highest heights (Real Placing: 14th SF1-15 points)

This is a very lovely song, the music is cool, but the voice of the lead singer could’ve been better, also the staging is stunning, it’s one of the songs I can’t decide properly which place will it be on my top, I like it.

33rd Place: IRELAND/Sinéad Mulvey and Black Daisy-Et cetera (Real Placing: 11th SF2-52 points)

Awwww pure nostalgia, this song is like the music I heard those years, her voice is good and the music is so perfect, but still I struggle to remember this song at all.

34th Place: HUNGARY/Zoli Ádok-Dance with me (Real Placing: 15th SF2-16 points)

Oh of course I’ll dance with you.. ehem... well this song is interesting, the disco sounds are nice but his voice could’ve been better, also that outfit it’s quite hideous, not one of Hungary’s best attempts ever.

35th Place: FYR MACEDONIA/Next Time-Nešto što kje ostane (Real Placing: 10th SF1-45 points)

This is a very decent song, but I can’t remember it instantly, I love the music and the voice of the lead singer is good, still, I think this needed a better hook. A nice average rock song.

36th Place: THE NETHERLANDS/The Toppers-Shine (Real Placing: 17th SF2-11 points)

A entry with potential ruined by a mediocre beat and the performance isn’t very good.They could’ve been better. The only thing I remember about this one is the DJ behind because it’s adorable. The rest... meh.

37th Place: LITHUANIA/Sasha Son-Love (Real Placing: 23rd-23 points)

I see why this is a nice song, the music is lovely and the verses are good, but the chorus ruins this song, also it’s a bit boring after many listens and that makes me feel sad about this one.

38th Place: CZECH REPUBLIC/Gipsy.cz-Aven romale (Real Placing: 18th SF1-0 points/last)

This entry is funny? The music is interesting and the staging is very good, sadly I’m missing something in this one and turns annoying after a while into it, his clothes are lovely, I want that costume so badly.

39th Place: LATVIA/Intars Busulis-Probka (Real Placing: 19th SF2-7 points/last)

This performance is the proof you need to never drink energy drinks before hitting the stage, the music is interesting and the chorus is very good, but the verses ruin this and overall makes this entry messy and weird.

40th Place: SLOVAKIA/Kamil Mikulčík and Nela Pocisková-Let’ tmou (Real Placing: 18th SF2-8 points)

A sad return for Slovakia, the music is charming, but I’m not fond of her voice so much because I think it’s a bit annoying and screamish, also I think that the chorus has a messy melody and progression, that doesn’t match the verses.

41st Place: BELGIUM/Copycat-Copycat (Real Placing: 17th SF1-1 point)

Oh an Elvis tribute, but sadly this is a bit bad actually, the music is quite good but this didn’t work on stage, because it felt empty and cheap, his voice is nice, but I can’t put this entry higher.

42nd Place: BULGARIA/Krassimir Avramov-Illusion (Real Placing: 16th SF1-7 points)

Oh this song is a complete mess from top to bottom, the voices are very bad, the music sounds a bit cheap and the staging is so weird, I always want to forget this song because it’s very bad, nothing here connects with me.

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CAT’S EYE (1985) – Episode 218 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

“Forget the cat, you hemorrhoid! Get the gun!” Yeah! Get your priorities straight! Join your faithful Grue-Crew – Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Crystal Cleveland, and Jeff Mohr – as they take in another portmanteau, especially for your Halloween viewing/listening pleasure, Stephen King’s Cat’s Eye (1985).

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 218 – Cat’s Eye (1985)

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Synopsis: A stray cat attempting to find a little girl in trouble is the linking element of three tales of suspense and horror. In “Quitters, Inc.”: the cat is picked up by a shady New York City “doctor” who uses experimental techniques to get people to quit smoking. In “The Ledge”: the cat is picked up by a shady Atlantic City millionaire who forces his wife’s lover to participate in a terrifying bet. In “The General”: the cat arrives in Wilmington, North Carolina, where it is found by the young girl it has been sent to protect from an unbelievable threat.

Director: Lewis Teague

Writer: Stephen King (screenplay);

(Based on stories by) Stephen King

“Quitters Inc.,” Night Shift (1978)

“The Ledge,” Penthouse, July 1976; Night Shift (1978)

Creatures created by: Carlo Rambaldi

Selected Cast:

“Quitters Inc.”

James Woods as Dick Morrison

Alan King as Dr. Vinny Donatti

Mary D’Arcy as Cindy Morrison

Drew Barrymore as Alicia Morrison

Tony Munafo as Junk

James Rebhorn as Drunk Businessman at Party

“The Ledge”

Kenneth McMillan as Cressner

Robert Hays as Johnny Norris

Mike Starr as Ducky

Charles S. Dutton as Dom (as Charles Dutton)

Jesse Doran as Albert

Patricia Kalember as Marcia

Drew Barrymore as Girl on TV

“The General”

Candy Clark as Sally Ann

James Naughton as Hugh

Drew Barrymore as Amanda

If you’ve listened to even a few Decades of Horror 1980s episodes, you know that Bill is a very serious cat person, so it should come as no surprise that an anthology featuring a cat coming to the rescue is his choice for this episode. He liked Stephen King’s original short stories that makeup two of the three segments in Cat’s Eye, and as a mid-level Stephen King production, it holds up very well and he still enjoys it.

Crystal remembers loving Cat’s Eye as a kid and even looking up to Drew Barrymore. She remembers it being scarier through a kid’s eyes but in the end, it’s a feel-good movie with the cat finding his “forever home.” She agrees with Bill that the movie doesn’t seem dated at all and has held up very well. Jeff agrees with Crystal. To him, Cat’s Eye seems milder than he remembers, but he still enjoys it as an example of a well-shot movie with good storytelling and a great cast.

If you have a hankering to watch an anthology film, you won’t go wrong with Cat’s Eye. At the time of this writing, Cat’s Eye can be streamed from HBOmax, Tubi, and a host of PPV options. It is available on physical media as a Blu-ray from Warner Brothers.

For reviews of other Stephen King-based movies, check out these Decades of Horror podcasts:

CARRIE (1976) — Episode 42 — Decades Of Horror 1970s

SALEM’S LOT (1979) — Episode 69 — Decades Of Horror 1970s

THE SHINING (1980) – Episode 125 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

THE DEAD ZONE (1983) – Episode 153 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

CHRISTINE (1983) – Episode 110 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

CREEPSHOW (1982) — Episode 94 — Decades Of Horror 1980s

CREEPSHOW (1982) – Episode 149 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

CHILDREN OF THE CORN (1984) – Episode 187 – Decades of Horror 1980s

MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE (1986) – Episode 140 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Crystal, will be Sleepaway Camp (1983). Yes, that one.

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Ficlet: Bristle

For @geminidaydreamer. A MacGyver ficlet. What if Frank Colton tackled Mac harder in that alley than he actually wanted? Set in ep 218. Or, yet another self-indulgent h/c story. Jack’s POV.

Jack’s still down, squirming in pain on the ground after that firecracker of a Colton girl tased him, when he hears the commotion down the alley, bodies hitting the pavement, grunts and yelling - and then, a disconcerting silence, followed by Riley’s hesitant, “Mac…?” and then a more insistent, panicked, “Mac? Mac, wake up! Mac? Jack! Jack!”

And even though Jack can still feel his muscles twitch and jerk with the aftershocks of the Taser’s discharge, that tone of voice, that profound dread, especially coming from Riley, he can’t not respond to. He rolls over, onto his side, and looks in her direction… and his eyes widen with shock.

Because there, fifteen, twenty feet down the alley, the Coltons are gathered around Riley, down on her knees, and around Mac - who’s lying on his back on the ground, head turned away from Jack, not moving, and from this angle, Jack can see blood matting his blond hair. A head wound, a serious enough head wound to render him unconscious!

“Mac?” Jack whispers, scrambling to his feet, then his voice grows stronger as his own panic sets in when he realizes what he’s looking at, what’s happening and what it means, “Mac? Mac, answer me!”

Jack barrels down the alley and pushes the Coltons aside to get to the kid. He drops to his knees by Mac’s side and when he sees the paleness of Mac’s slack face, paleness bordering on ugly, unhealthy, terrible gray, his heart seizes in his chest. Jesus…

“What happened?” Jack snaps, glaring around, and the Coltons, usually so brash and headstrong, back away. “What the fuck happened here? Who did this?”

Frank, Mama Colton’s eldest, if Jack remembers correctly, swallows hard and hesitantly steps forward. “I-I tackled him. But I didn’t mean to… I didn’t want this. I swear, Dalton. I didn’t want to hurt him, I just wanted to stop him.” His voice’s hoarse, anxious, full of remorse and his eyes are wide and panicked.

Jack clenches his jaw. He wants to-he wants to punch the guy, kick him in the balls! But that won’t help Mac and helping Mac’s the most important thing now.

He drops his eyes to the kid - and that’s when he sees it. Slowly, fearfully, he touches Mac’s ear. There’s blood seeping out of his it! No. Nonono.

Swallowing down panic, Jack looks up, at Riley who’s staring wide-eyed at his blood-smeared fingers, and says with deliberate calm, “Riley, call 9-1-1.” When she doesn’t move, transfixed by the sight of Mac’s blood on Jack’s fingertips, he reaches out to touch her arm very gently. “Riley, come on. Mac needs help. Call 9-1-1. Now.”

She jerks her head up, blinking at him, then she nods sharply and pulls out her cellphone, while Jack touches Mac’s throat with his clean hand, searching for a pulse. He pushes down his panic, forcing himself to stay calm, but it’s only after he finds a heartbeat, that his shoulders, almost painfully tight until that moment, relax. He’s alive, Mac’s alive.

There’s a screech then, tires wailing on pavement, and the Coltons’ truck takes off. The Coltons startle and turn, Jesse and Billy but not Frank, he’s still staring down at his unintended handiwork in shock.

“Beck’s running,” Jesse says numbly.

“I don’t fucking care,” Jack replies in a hard, cold voice.

And he doesn’t. He doesn’t care about Palmer rolled up in a carpet at his house, he doesn’t care about Beck and the secrets he stole, he doesn’t even care about Mama Colton, storming in their direction like the goddess of wrath herself. All he cares about is Mac and getting him the help he so very obviously needs.

“Hang on, buddy,” Jack pleads in a whisper. “Just… hang on.”

Mac’s bald as an egg - alright, bristly as a brush - when he leaves the hospital two weeks later, a big square of a pristine white gauze covering the back of his head where he cracked his skull in the fall and where the doctors had to open him up to relieve the pressure on his brain that the intracranial bleeding was causing.

Jack knows that term now. Intracranial bleeding. He’s not one for big words but this one, this one he’ll remember as long as he lives. He’s heard it often enough this past fortnight. He looked it up on-line when they rushed Mac into surgery. He read up on it during the endless hours while the doctors were trying to save not just Mac’s life but that brilliant mind of his, too. Jack read up on all the risks, on everything that could go wrong with a diagnosis like that…

And all those gory details make him clench his hands hard around the handles of the wheelchair he’s pushing down the hospital corridor towards the main exit. He looks down at Mac’s head - yup, that noggin of his surely resembles a bristly brush now, no more jokes about Professor X (Jack can’t bring himself to regret that) - and his heart slams hard against his ribcage once, twice when the words “brain damage” swim through his mind. Luckily, they avoided that. God must’ve been smiling at Mac - at them - that day.

“Ready to go home, oh, Bristly One?” Jack asks and the lightness in his voice hides his deep, profound relief.

Mac mock glares at him over his shoulder. “Aren’t you fed up with those stupid nicknames by now?” he complains, exasperated.

Jack grins down at him. “No, Stubble. Not at all.” And he really isn’t. If he can make fun of the kid, it means Mac’s alright, safe and healthy - or he will be again, given a little more time. And that’s the most important thing.

Sighing, Mac turns back around, facing forward again, and lifts his hand to run his fingers over his head tentatively. The hair’s slowly growing back but just like his cracked skull will take time to heal properly, his mop won’t be back to its previous glory for some time yet. “It really is… bristly, isn’t it?” Mac comments a little sadly.

Laughing, Jack bends down and whispers mischievously into the kid’s ear, “Maybe it’ll grow back frizzy, Curly Sue.”

Groaning, Mac hides his face in his hand, and Jack laughs even harder. And then they’re out, through the main door - and they stop abruptly because right there, standing in the No Parking zone, is the Coltons’ new truck - Jack heard their old one blew up, his heart really bled for them - and the family of bounty hunters is gathered in front of it. All of them.

As if sensing the tightness of Jack’s clenched jaw without even looking up and around, Mac whispers, “It’s okay, Jack. Calm down.”

Jack almost growls because it’s easy for the kid to say. He didn’t see himself lying on the ground there, bleeding from his fucking ear, thank you very much. No, Mac woke up in the hospital a day later, not knowing where he was or how he got there, and he slept through the next several days. He didn’t see himself, he didn’t-he…

Taking a deep breath, Jack lets it out slowly, very slowly, in an attempt to calm down. Because Mama Colton pushed away from their track and started walking towards them with Frank in tow. Fisticuffs in front of the hospital entrance would be in bad taste, no matter how much Jack wants to punch the guy. Sure, he knows that Frank didn’t really mean to hurt Mac, he knows that, but that doesn’t change Jack’s protective anger. That guy almost broke Mac and Jack’s instincts are yelling at him to turn him into minced meat!

“Dalton, MacGyver,” Mama Colton greets them with a nod when she stops in front of them.

“Mama Colton,” Mac replies with a smile while Jack just glares. This is as civil as he can manage at the moment, so sue him!

“My Frank here,” Mama Colton states, pointing at her eldest, “has something to say to you, MacGyver.”

Mac looks up at Frank curiously. The man stares straight at Mac, not hiding or shirking his responsibility for what happened. “I never meant for any of this to happen. All I wanted was to get my guy and I didn’t think. And for that, I’m very sorry, MacGyver.”

Yeah, well, the guy does make it hard to stay mad at him, Jack thinks morosely.

“Frank,” Mac says kindly, “it was an accident, I know that. But thank you.” And with that he reaches out his hand.

Frank smiles, his relief evident, and shakes Mac’s hand.

Then Mama Colton steps in. “You’ll be glad to hear that we got Beck. My kids worked hand in hand with that boss lady of yours and we got the bastard. Your boss got who she was after and we got paid handsomely - minus your hospital fees, of course.” She shoots her son a look; Frank cringes a little. “We Coltons always pay our debts.”

Mac opens his mouth - probably to refuse their generosity - but Jack jumps in, smiling too sweetly, “And we appreciate it. Thank you.” It��s the least you could do, remains unsaid.

Mama Colton looks at him sharply, probably sensing the remnants of animosity in his voice, and Jack stares back, unflinchingly. But the tension between them lasts only a second because they understand each other perfectly: they both protect their own.

“Jack…” Mac mumbles a quiet warning but Jack reaches down and pats him on the shoulder reassuringly. Nothing to worry about there.

Nodding, Mama Colton turns to go. “I like you two, boys. But excuse me for saying I hope we won’t see each again other any time soon. Whenever our paths cross, we get our money, sure. But bad shit happens, too, always. I would rather avoid that.”

“Ditto!” Jack calls after her grumpily.

When the Coltons hop into their truck and roar off, Mac stares after them with a smile and says, “I like them.”

Turning the wheelchair towards the parking lot, Jack snorts, “It’s the blow to the head, hoss, it’s making you delusional. Don’t worry, it’ll pass.”

The sound of Mac’s laugh makes Jack smile.

#macgyver #jack dalton #angus macgyver #mama colton #thehemingwaygoldfish #my fics #my macgyver fics

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jadehqknb · 7 years ago

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Murasakibara – Dating Prompt #15 “Snuggling on the Couch”

While on the train headed to your boyfriend’s house you can’t sit still, your knee bouncing as you watch the city pass by in a blur. It’s the first time in what feels like forever that Atsushi has the day off. No school, no practice, no game, no anything. And you get him all to yourself because his parents are on vacation. When the train arrives at your stop you race out the doors and down the block, running at full speed. You have so much energy you hoof it up the five flights of stairs rather than use the elevator.

It’s funny, people didn’t think the two of you would have lasted this long given your energetic disposition compared to your purple haired boyfriend’s tendency to be as lazy as possible. But somehow the dynamics work and you couldn’t be happier. Atsushi, to you, is basically a ginormous teddy bear and it still makes you laugh when you see people’s incredulous stares at the two of you whenever you’re in public.

Even after the mad dash to get here you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet as you wait for an answer to your knock. Impatiently you try the door and find it’s unlocked. Typical, but at least you can get in.

“Atsushi -kun?” you call. The interior is dark, the shades drawn and no lights on. Frowning and worrying your bottom lip you carefully walk forward, your eyes adjusting from the well-lit hallway to the cavernous apartment.

You hear a dull murmur coming from Atsushi’s room and make your way there. He’s sprawled out on his back on the couch that acts as a foot end for his enormous bed. His room is a veritable paradise for the uninclined and comfort seeking. He even has his own mini fridge and a bin stocked with his favorite drinks and snacks so he doesn’t have to go to the kitchen. Sighing you cross your arms as you lean in the doorway. There’s some sort of cooking show on TV but his eyes are pretty much closed.

Atsushi -kun? Did you forget about today? Are you feeling ok?” you ask and his eyes open at the sound of your voice.

“Hmmmm? Oh, hey ___-chin, I didn’t hear you come in.”

You roll your eyes. “Obviously. But seriously, are you ok?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, just tired. It’s been a long season,” he yawns stretching long limbs above his head and leaving them draped over the arm of the couch.

Sighing you move next to the couch and reach over him to grasp his large hands, pulling them forward and tugging with all your might.

“Come…on…” you huff under the strain of the effort to move his 218-pound frame. At this rate, you’re bound to pull something. When you feel him shift you stupidly believe you’re actually having an affect only to let out an indignant squeak when he turns the tables on you by clenching your wrists and pulling you onto his large frame with ease.

One strong arm wraps around your waist while the other’s hand rests on the back of your head holding you to him. Despite being composed of mainly firm muscle (in spite all the snacks he can put away) he’s very comfortable but you struggle to get away regardless; you want to actually go do something today!

But it’s a fruitless endeavor as Atsushi effortlessly holds you still and the longer you struggle the more tired you become.

“______-chin, relax.” His deep voice rumbles in the ear you have pressed against his chest.

“But Atsushi -kun! We were supposed to go on a date today!”

He let’s go of your head allowing it to lift. When your eyes meet he surprises you by saying, “What if I just want to hold my girlfriend? I can’t do that out there.” He nods his head in a vague direction indicating the outside world. It’s not completely untrue, he tends to avoid PDA, usually only going as far as holding hands and even then you end up wrapping both your arms around one of his large ones because of the height difference.

Sighing you lay your head back down, surprised when he trails his fingers through your hair. Getting this giant to show affection was like pulling teeth when you first got together but over time he’s learned the things you appreciate and genuinely tries to remember to do them. You think, or rather know, you owe some of his behavior change to Tatsuya-kun pestering him to be a better boyfriend if he wanted to keep you.

Inhaling deeply, you catch a whiff of the body wash you gave him for his last birthday, a scent he’s decided to only use when he knows the two of you will be together. It’s a sweet simple gesture that warms your heart. Despite appearances he didn’t forget you were coming over today and attempted, in his own way, to make himself as appealing as possible to you, undoubtedly to get his way and stay indoors.

A sudden crack of thunder makes you jump, followed by the sound of rain pounding on the window.

“See, _____-chin? Even the weather says we should stay inside today,” he teases poking your side and making you fidget.

Turning your head, you rest your chin on his chest and look at his face. He has a small, content smile that pretty much only you see on his face.

“I guess you’re right,” you sigh sliding up his body to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. Pulling back, you tuck your face into the crook of his neck enjoying his warmth and deep masculine scent as the sound of the rain lulls the two of you into a peaceful slumber, snuggled up in each other’s arms.

#Murasakibara #repost #prompt

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docsamurai · 8 years ago

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Humans are weird: The Research Facility

*Quick note before I start: This is the 4th installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

The airlock hissed and Kiara felt her knuckles ache as the pressure adjusted to the station. Reflexively she clenched and unclenched her fists trying to ease the dull throb that she could already feel spreading to her other joints. On most worlds that had significantly higher or lower pressure than Earth humans lived in enclosed dome cities or underground stations that were kept calibrated to standard Earth atmosphere. For some reason this facility seemed to be kept at a slightly higher pressure. It probably had something to do with the fact that the station was within the atmosphere of a hothouse planet similar to old Earth’s stellar neighbor Venus. She made a mental note to ask about it later when she got the chance.

The door to the airlock swung smoothly open despite the fact that it appeared to weigh nearly a metric ton. On the other side awaited a tall man who stood at full attention in a crisp military uniform. He gave a quick salute and gestured without a word for Kiara to follow him. The pair wandered down deserted corridors that had been polished to a mirror shine before arriving at the administrator’s office. The tall man knocked twice on the door before it slid into the wall, he then stood to the side of the door and snapped off another salute though Kiara noticed that his hand was trembling.

The administrator’s office was just as polished and barren as the rest of the station had been so far, the man himself, decidedly less so. The administrator was a short pale man who had cut himself badly attempting to shave with a thin ring of white hair around his head. He wore a suit which was several sizes too large and had been hastily pressed to try and remove some of the wrinkles. The administrator stood behind his desk and gave a quick nervous smile as he ushered Kiara into the room.

“Welcome to my facility. I apologize that I cannot offer more of a tour at this time but I’m afraid that I haven’t verified your clearance level yet Miss Williams.” Kiara smiled and offered a handshake ”It’s actually Mrs. Williams-Venn but Kiara will work just fine”. The administrator took her hand and then sat down quickly apologizing for the sweatiness of his palms. “Well, Kiara, I’m afraid that we haven’t had contact with EarthGov for some time now, and as such we’ve been unable to verify your rank or clearance level so until we are able to do so we cannot allow further access to this station. I hope you understand.”

Kiara took a long deep breath. It didn’t happen often, but holdouts like these were always difficult to deal with. It was an unfortunate failing of humanity that people could hold onto a failing ideology for centuries. Kiara looked the administrator over again. 15 sols of conducting personal interviews had taught her how to read people and this administrator looked nervous as hell. She’d have to play this one carefully. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name, Mr...” “Eckstein. Johnathan Eckstein.” “Well John, I’m sorry to have to be the bearer of bad news but I’m afraid you won’t be able to grant me security clearance as that office of EarthGov no longer exists.”

John screamed and fell out of his chair and the guard at the door took off running. Kiara spun around expecting a threat coming from behind, seeing nothing she stood up cautiously and looked over the desk to see John cowering on the floor. He looked up at her and sobbed “Just make it quick.” Remembering the stories she had heard of EarthGov’s brutality it finally clicked in Kiara’s head. John thought she was sent there from EarthGov to kill them all. “Uh, John, Mr Eckstein, it’s fine. You can get up. I’m not here from EarthGov. They no longer exist.” John rolled over onto his back to look up at her, tears streaming down the sides of his face as he sobbed uncontrollably. “Really?” “Yeah, really.”

The sobs eventually turned into relived laughter as John picked himself up off the floor. Finally he slumped back down into his chair and slapped the intercom switch on his desk. “Condition Green. Code 2635. We’re clear everyone.” Kiara heard a dull roar of applause and shouts from down the corridor as the rest of the station cheered in celebration. “I’m sorry for all that Kiara, we’ve just been a little on edge since that transponder lit up. Would you like a drink?” John pulled a bottle of clear liquor out of the bottom drawer of his desk along with a pair of glasses and started filling both before she could answer.

Mildly amused she took the proffered drink and tapped the glasses together in an old Earth tradition. “Cheers” John’s face split into a wide grin as he downed the drink in a single gulp. Kiara tried to take a sip and broke out into a violent coughing fit. “Oh, yeah, sorry, we distill our own around here and, well, you get used to it.” Kiara set the "drink” back on the desk and smiled again at John. “So, how about we try this again. You tell me what’s been going on at this facility and I’ll fill you in on what’s been happening in the rest of the galaxy.”

John nodded and picked up Kiara’s glass and drained that too. “Where do I start? Ok, well, we were an EarthGov secret weapons research lab. We were stationed here to conceal our location with only one transponder to communicate to our higher ups in EarthGov. Our facility is entirely self sustaining since it could take several solar rotations for us to have a window to so much as get people on or off the planet. It wasn’t unusual for us to lose contact with the outside world for long periods of time so at first we didn’t notice that it had been a while since we had last heard from anyone. That while turned into a few years, then a decade.”

Kiara checked her datapad and asked “When did your people last have contact with anyone from EarthGov?” John looked like he was considering pouring another drink but put the bottle away instead. “218 years ago, plus a few months.” Kiara’s eyes went wide and she double checked her notes. “That was almost 20 sols after EarthGov fell!” John’s gaze wandered around the room as he lost himself in thought. “Hmm. You call them sols. Makes sense if we’re not being Earth-centric about our units of measurement. But yeah, not too surprising that they tried to keep their weapons development going for so long after it all went to shit. My grandmother said they were getting kinda weird for those last few transmissions.”

Kiara scribbled notes into her datapad as she tried to wrap her head around this new information. “I had heard a lot of stories about EarthGov I just never thought that- wait did you say ‘Grandmother’? As in it’s only been 2 generations in over 200 sols?” John laughed. “Yeah, I guess I’m a lot older than I look. That’s kinda what happens when you put a bunch of medical scientists in isolation for a few hundred years. I turn 120 in a few months, or whatever unit of measurement you use these days.” Kiara stared at the short man behind the desk. It was true, aside from the hair he didn’t appear any older than his early 40s.

“That’s remarkable. Can I ask how?” John just shrugged as though one of the most significant medical breakthroughs in human history was a minor matter. “Partly genetic therapy and partly cloned organs. We grow a kind of ‘genetic blank’ version of any organ you might need that carries enough DNA to be recognizably human and then when you need something replaced we just take the information we need from your existing cells and work it into the blank. It’s not perfect and we can’t replace everything, but I have a life expectancy of over twice my current age so long as I don’t damage anything important.”

Something clicked in the back of Kiara’s mind “Like I said, remarkable, but you just said ‘medical scientists’ I thought this was a weapons research facility?” John froze in place before scrunching up his face and mutter a curse under his breath. His hand reached again for the bottle in the desk before he stopped himself. “Yeah. Biological weapons. Look I’m not proud of it. No one here is. And everyone who was originally part of the project is dead. About a century we put it to a vote decided that EarthGov was probably gone for good and even if they weren’t that we couldn’t risk that kind of destruction getting out. So we destroyed all the virus samples that weren’t viable for other forms of research. There’s not anything left on this station that could hurt anyone.”

Kiara turned her datapad’s recorder off. “I want you to know that I’m on your side on this, and that I’ll present your case to the Galactic Republic. I’m sure that it will be fine, but I need to know. were the original scientists volunteers?” John stared off in silence for several minutes before finally answering “Yeah. Most of them. I don’t think there was any real animosity towards aliens, it’s just, there wasn’t a lot of work for scientists outside of the government. And what the government wanted was a weapon that the ‘alien threat’ couldn’t defend against. At least, that’s what my grandmother said.”

Kiara’s hands clenched into fists, her knuckles aching again though she didn’t think it was still from the pressure. “Were there any projects done on a virus for Turics?” John shook his head. “Probably, but we destroyed all that a long time ago. I’ll double check the files to make sure that nothing remains though. Why? You got a thing for the big furry bastards?” John was grinning until he saw the look on Kiara’s face. “I’m going to say this just once. If you’re going to be a part of the galactic community, you’re going to need to drop those prejudices right the fuck now. I’ve dealt with a lot of backwards bullshit in this job and I can tell you that if you want off this rock you’re going to have to unlearn a lot of that ‘human first’ mentality. Got it?” John was now paler than she had ever seen a human before. “Understood! I’ll make sure to bring it up with the rest of the facility at the next meeting Kiara.”

Kiara got up still glaring at John. “It’s Mrs. Williams-Venn. And for your sake, you should hope that you don’t have to hear that name again.”

#space australia #space orcs #HUMANS ARE WEIRD #The Lost Colonies

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Supergirl: Katie McGrath Is in Love With 'Badass' Lena Luthor — Aren't You?

By Matt Webb Mitovich / April 11 2017, 11:20 AM PDT

“So, so sorry to keep you waiting! But there were puppies.”

Supergirl’s Katie McGrath comes shuffling around the corner toward her setside trailer, having just made some furry friends over in hair-and-makeup. For someone so enigmatic both on-screen (Is Lena so different from brother Lex?) and off (Why doesn’t she have a birth date?), the Irish actress is wonderfully warm and welcoming, veritably champing at the bit to give her first in-depth interview since making her debut on the CW series last fall.

McGrath led TVLine on a quick iPhone tour of the puppies she just played with (peppered with some commentary on canine couture), before sitting for a cozy Q&A. Weeks afterward, she would earn a promotion to series regular for Season 3 — news she surely reveled in, given her girl crush on Miss Luthor, detailed below.

TVLINE | First of all, tell me what you’re shooting today. What am I shooting today? We are on [Episode] 218, so it’s a storyline with Rahul [Kohli], from iZombie. He plays Jack Spheer, who is a love interest for moi.

TVLINE | Jack is Lena’s ex, though, right? Yeah, but if there’s an ex, there’s still [with a flourish of the hand] frisson there, you know? We were together for a while. I feel very privileged that they thought enough of my character to give me a hot man to play with for an episode (airing Monday, April 24, when Season 2 resumes).

TVLINE | It sounds like a big episode for you. It is, actually. What’s nice about it is you’re getting quite a bit of backstory for me as a character. You haven’t really seen storylines for Lena outside of her being a Luthor and all the stories to do with her family…

TVLINE | It always seems to come back to her mom. Exactly. Or her brother… all of that kind of stuff. And this is separate to that, which is nice. It gives you more of an insight of her as an individual rather than her as part of her family.

TVLINE | But as Lena reconnects with Jack, Kara (played by Melissa Benoist) gets to investigating one of them…? There is the release of some new technology that to Kara seems a bit suspect and seems to be connected to a few dastardly dealings going on. She’s attempting to investigate it, on one hand, because journalistically she thinks that it’s interesting. And then on the other hand, she’s investigating it because she’s worried about me as her friend. So, there’s both of those going on.

TVLINE | So, you think Lena and Kara are friends at this point? They’re like bezzie mates.

TVLINE | Yeah? Yeah! Yeah! See, everybody’s got this idea that…. It’s always hard when you’re playing a character that everybody thinks is going to go one direction. They’re convinced she’s going to go down the road of Lex—

TVLINE | I’m not. But the two of them have bumped heads a bit. No, but they bump heads like anyone. Don’t you ever bump heads with your friends? But they always come back to, you know, a place of mutual respect of each other.

TVLINE | What might Kara’s investigation do to that dynamic? I can’t give away the ending. [Laughs] But ultimately, we’ve spent 18 episodes over the season building a friendship between the two of them, and it’s not going to be able to be destroyed in one episode. That’s one of the things I’m most proud of actually on this show, and I didn’t think that’s where it was going to go, because when I came in, I only came in for a few episodes. And [the friendship] has slowly and very realistically, I think, built up over this season. We’ve all put a lot of work into it and I’m glad that they’re taking the time to get there, and keeping it.

TVLINE | You were talking about how everything always loops back to Lena’s mom or the whole Luthor thing, but is there a bigger picture to ultimately be revealed? Might Lena have a scheme of her own percolating that we’re completely oblivious to thus far? I don’t think so…. I think Lena is a very genuine person. What you see is what you get with her. She is honestly trying to do the best she can, and she is honestly a good person. That’s not to say that other people don’t use her for ills, because she’s the head of this company, she has all of these other relationships that people can manipulate — like her mother — and get her into these situations that…. A normal person isn’t going to be b put in jail by, you know, Cadmus with giant green ray guns! It doesn’t happen to people that are not a Luthor, but it’s how Lena reacts to it differently than the rest of her family which makes her interesting to play. You think she’s going to “be a Luthor” about something, but then she turns around and completely surprises you, which I guess is what makes her an interesting character to watch — and definitely an interesting character to play.

TVLINE | So, at the end of the season finale she’s not going to let out a maniacal cackle and say, “At long last, Project Leviathan can be unleashed!”? You know, she might! I haven’t read the end of the [season], so anything is possible. [Laughs] She could decide to move to a giant moon made of cheese. I mean, at this point, who knows!

TVLINE | Who have you been working with lately besides Melissa? Besides Melissa? I’ve been working with Rahul. I have been working with Brenda [Strong], my mom, who is just so delicious.

TVLINE | And tall. [Nods] God. I swear. But just, like, perfectly, elegantly in proportion. [Sweeping her hand from head to toe] She’s like a dancer. It’s unbelievable. I then rock up like an Irish potato going, “This is great. I am so not your child.”

TVLINE | Have you worked with Jeremy Jordan lately? You two have had a couple of fun scenes. I haven’t worked with him since our little meeting underneath the stage. It’s funny because I seem to play these characters, generally, that are separate from the main storyline. So most of my stuff actually is just with Melissa, which is really nice, and it always tends to be real character stuff…. Us sitting down talking about things that are important…

TVLINE | And it always passes the Bechdel Test. Yes! Exactly. It does. It’s proper scenes between two women, do you know what I mean? And it’s rare, generally, that you get to do that on TV. I think that’s why the relationship resonates with so many people — and it’s definitely why I love to play it.

TVLINE | Speaking of the Lena/Kara relationship, what do you think about the whole “Supercorp” thing? You’re not out there on Twitter…. I’m not on Twitter, no. But I’ve had people tell me about it.

TVLINE | How does a person who’s not on Twitter hear about it? Well, Melissa will tell me, or anybody else on set. My brother mentioned it a few times.

TVLINE | Do you remember the first time you heard the term, or who from? Who did I hear it from…? I couldn’t even tell you…. I think it was Melissa, actually, who first told me. I’ve played quite a few characters that have either been gay or they’ve had, you know, some very obvious gay undertones, and to be completely honest, this was the first time I was like, “Well, this role doesn’t have any!” You’re laughing now — how naive was I? And then after the first episode… I go back and I watch and I was like, “Oh, yeah, now I can see it. That makes sense to me.”

TVLINE | On Buffy’s anniversary, I read an interview where Joss Whedon talked about people who would see lesbian subtext between his female characters and he at first was like, “What are you talking about?” But once he looked for it, he was like, “Ohhhh, yeah.” It’s funny because sometimes it’s so obvious when you’re playing it. You read it and you’ve got the characters and you’re like, “Oh, yeah, I know this is going to happen.” And then there are other times… and [with Lena/Kara] honestly, it just didn’t even enter into my head. But then you get the response and you go back and you’re like, “Yeah, I can see where that came from.” It doesn’t bother me at all. I think it’s great, because what really makes me feel good is that they can see the characters are working on more than one level. Do you know what I mean? It’s not just what we put into it. It’s what the writers put in, and the directors, and then what people can take from it. It means that the characters we’re playing are not just one dimension, they work on so many levels.

TVLINE | You’re stirring people’s imaginations. You want to do that with a character. Exactly. Of course, it makes you feel really good to know that what you’re doing is quality.

TVLINE | What’s your dream casting for Lex? If Katie McGrath could grab anybody to play Lex for one episode…. One episode? Bruce Willis, the most amazingly, good-looking, bald man there ever is.

TVLINE | I just saw him at the end of M. Night Shyamalan’s Split. Right? Was he delicious? He’s delicious. He’d be a good Lex.

TVLINE | If you could give Lena one piece of advice, what would it be? “Keep doin’ what you’re doin’. Don’t stop. Don’t second guess yourself.” She’s honest, she’s true to Kara, she’s true to her friends, she’s doing her best…. She’s trying, in the face of all the things people keep throwing at her, and all the expectations that people have, and she’s defying them.

TVLINE | You’re in love with Lena. [Cocking an eyebrow] Wouldn’t you be…?

TVLINE | [Stammering, some blushing] [Laughs] There is only one answer to that, and that is, “Yes, Lena’s a badass.”

http://tvline.com/2017/04/11/supergirl-season-2-interview-katie-mcgrath-lena-luthor/

#Katie McGrath #Lena Luthor #Supergirl #2x18

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