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mxgeclasspecting · 6 years ago

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may i request an analysis for a seer of space?? thank you!

Seers are the passive comprehension class, who are given knowledge of their aspect, often through ‘another’ power. The knowledge of their aspect is a ‘standard’ understanding, though it is often easier to apply to others because of that fact. Where a Mage makes the breakthrough and documents it, the Seer is both teacher and student, using the second-hand knowledge. They can see the path of their aspect, but not the end result. Seers are the passive counterpart to Mages and the inversion of Witches.

Space is the aspect of literal space, creation, beginnings, action, and the present. If you wanted to call Time doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, Space is like never doing the same thing twice and still expecting the results to be the same. Space is the inverse aspect of Time. Both Space players with known dream moons (I haven’t found any information on Porrim’s) dream on Prospit, so it is possible Space as an aspect favors Prospit over Derse.

This Seer will have a lot of general knowledge about things like action and creation, but might have a hard time applying it. Being a passive class, and one of the comprehension classes, could make them less prone to action and more in favor of giving orders. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, but sometimes everyone has to get their hands dirty. They would likely be able to see many, if not all, possible paths forward, though interpreting them isn’t necessarily their strength.

If they can’t see possible paths forward, they can at least see the actions available to take in the present. They don’t have a knack for predicting the consequences (that’s more a Time or Doom Seer’s forte), but they’re a master at in the moment decisions, life or death situations. That could make them an incredibly good fighter! I don’t remember which one exactly, but I remember some TV show depicted someone outsmarting a (psychic I think?) enemy by reacting purely on instinct, so their thoughts couldn’t be predicted. That’s the kind of thing I’d think when it comes to this Seer!

Space is an active aspect, for lack of better words. The more hands-off nature of a Seer may conflict with this, leading to some issues before they grow into their title. (This doesn’t necessarily have to mean when they ascend, that’s just a common point.)

Definitely don’t let them head off on their own until they’ve matured considerably. Space as an aspect doesn’t deal with consequences in any way, so without someone to temper their instincts, they might make poor decisions just because it seems right in the moment.

In-game, of course, the first thing people think of with Space players is frog breeding. Traditionally, a Seer should be great at this- they can literally see where the frogs are! Of course, it depends on the individual person, but exercise caution. This may be your aspect, but the fates of an entire other universe, and even your coplayers, rest in your hands.

Going god tier would give this Seer the other half of the coin they didn’t have before. If they could see chains of actions, now they can see possibilities in the moment and vice versa. They would gain complete knowledge of Space- so I would recommend having them ascend before completing the Genesis Frog if possible. Being able to trust themself and others not only in the moment that they’re so focused on, but in the future, would give them a better sense of security and help them a lot.

Space as an aspect has a lot going on, but I believe in you, Seer! Make sure not to take everything on yourself just because you have one of the critical aspects, trust your coplayers, and take things slow- you’ll be fine!

(Side note: I imagine a Seer of Space would be really good at alchemizing because they can see creation. Just... a walking wiki of what you need to make what. Wanna make the Wrinklefucker? Ask them how.)

#title analysis #seer class #space aspect #seer of space #anonymous #also side note if anyone knows the tv show i referenced please tell me what it is because that's bothering me now #Anonymous

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years ago

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hi ash! i know you said before that you're not autistic you just did a lot of research to depict chris realistically- do you have any advice for finding resources on writing disabled characters that isn't like... horribly abelist? im writing someone with an intellectual disability from head trauma and who is nonverbal, and i want to get it right but everything online seems very autism-speaks-y. im autistic and semiverbal but i dont have an id and i want to be realistic and respectful.

I cannot speak with any expertise or sense of speaking from enough experience to be taken as an expert here, and defer as always to those with lived experience with intellectual disability!

But I will give a few more general tips for what to do when looking to write a character with a neurological makeup that doesn’t match your own, as far as what has worked for me with Chris:

1. The story should never be ABOUT their lived experience if you do not also have it. Chris’s story is not about autism, or being autistic. I would never presume to try and write a story like that because, whatever my intentions, I don’t have that knowledge that comes from living it. I would at BEST be taking the experiences of others, their voices. At worst, I would be someone standing with a megaphone shouting over those who deserve to be heard.

Making the disability what the plot revolves around is... generally just not going to be a good idea, in any sense. It’s moments like this where I feel like it’s best to defer to the writers who have lived it, instead.

This is not to say “never write someone different than yourself”, because... I don’t think that’s at all good advice. I think that way lies stunted writers who never push themselves. But it does mean “do not center the story on this thing if you have not experienced it and don’t have that knowledge and understanding”.

2. At the same time, don’t try to be coy or dance around or hide the disability behind purple prose or refuse to acknowledge its reality. Trying to make a disability sound cute, or talk around it instead of speaking it out loud, can be minimizing or shaming in ways that I think it’s easy to miss, if you don’t live with that disability yourself! To me, this touches on one of my hugest pet peeves - characters who are written as having a particular neurodivergence in media, or shown on tv, but they never expressly admit to it or name it.

I know I hesitated with Chris, more because I didn’t feel comfortable giving him a diagnosis until I understood autism better myself, and I do regret how long it took me to embrace that reality about him. I just thought it better to err on the side of researching before I embraced. But I do feel some guilt about waiting so long when I had readers who were identifying so heavily with him, and I kind of knew, but just didn’t feel comfortable owning it yet.

3. On a related note - disabilities in a story that become melodramatic tragedy or turn the disabled character into a ‘redemption story’ for an abled character. This is so, so prevalent in common media and pop culture and once you recognize it for what it is, it’s so hard to not see it in so many places. Think of how many movies, novels, etc contain a disabled character who exists to teach abled people some virtuous lesson about living life to the fullest or ‘what it really means to be human’ blah blah blah blah blah. Don’t do that. Please. (I mean, I kind of feel like you definitely won’t, but I’m just speaking very generally here). If you find the story going in a direction in which abled people learn something from the disabled person, please think very carefully and critically as to why the story is heading in that direction.

Language alone can also be a problem here - think about the difference between openly describing a character moving around their life with a wheelchair vs. calling them “wheelchair-bound” or “reliant on a cane”, when the cane or wheelchair may actually represent freedom to that person - an aid they need, yes, but one that allows them to live with far more agency than they might have had otherwise.

To describe them, especially from their own POV, as “wheelchair-bound”, may ring false to disabled people who understand that the wheelchair isn’t a cage, but a tool that allows that individual person to feel less caged by being able to more freely leave home.

(This varies person to person, just providing an example)

4. Educate. Research. And don’t just do so by asking people with disabilities to tell you their stories. I often express gratitude to the autistic readers, those with ADHD, etc who spoke up about Chris, talked about their own experiences, identified with him, found him very resonating for aspects of their own lives.

These stories, this information, this sharing of their lives was given freely to me, and I’m fucking amazed and grateful for how welcomed Chris was, and how willing readers were to share about themselves when talking about him.

Their willingness to speak about these things is something I treasure. But I absolutely would never believe that a single person owed me the story of their life to make sure I got Chris right. That was my responsibility, you know? I try to keep in mind the concept of ‘emotional labor’. Asking a disabled person to be your resource is asking them to give, and give, and give of themself. They may want to give you that kind of labor, they may not. But I definitely wouldn’t ask it of anyone without understanding it was something they were happy or felt comfortable giving.

Research, on the other hand, is essential. You mentioned things being “autism speaks-y” when trying to research on your own, and oh god, do I feel you. It sucks that autism speaks is the first thing to pop up when trying to research the lives of autistic people - and in my research, I was lucky to already know AS sucks and write them off and anyone who heavily referenced them as not helpful. I can see how someone might not know that, though, and stumble on them and believe they were a helpful resource for writing autism when they... well. Nope.

Try to think about the express disability you are writing for this person, and why, and then go research! I looked up “books on autism recommended by autistic people”, and found some invaluable books, yes, but also papers published online, websites, etc! Each of them vetted and looked over and recommended by autistic people, so I knew I was getting information that came from people with those experiences and that understanding. A good example - I picked up a book on the history of diagnosis and treatment of autism in the United States, mentioned it here, and @redwingedwhump recommended a book called Neurotribes... which turned out to be immensely more helpful, spot-on, and provided some really excellent foundational information I wouldn’t have found in the first book at all.

There’s a lot of information out there on Traumatic Brain Injuries and their lasting effects on individuals who receive them, so I would start there. What you’re describing sounds like a TBI with lasting effects! So I would start your research there, and also look up being nonverbal separately, as well as combining the two. Make sure you’re not just looking at the top links - often paid ads or problematic organizations that are able to pay more for better exposure - but also scanning for blogs, nonprofits, lived-experiences stories, too.

I found a lot of information on the second or even third page of results i would never have seen if I only stuck to the first. Remember the algorithm on search engines is usually showing you what other people are clicking on, not necessarily the best source.

5. This is one you the asker already know, but I want to include it for general reasons: do not ‘dumb down’ the thought processes of a nonverbal or semi-verbal person. I see this in fiction surprisingly often, and I think it’s this sense we have as abled people (’we’ just meaning I’m including myself) that being verbal is required to have a highly complex thought process, and it’s... it’s just fucking not. Speech and though are related but not completely wound around each other, and the ability to verbalize is not the same as the ability to think.

Like I said, I know you know this, asker, but it’s something I see in fiction/media and it drives me up the wall. So I wanted to include it.

6. For the love of God, do not use medical terminology unless you actually know what you’re doing/talking about. Many disabled people or those with serious medical conditions become what amounts to experts on their own diagnoses, because they have to. They have to be experts to receive the care they should be able to rely on. If you constantly fuck up terminology - trust me - it will be noticed, and it will take people out of the story or hurt their ability to suspend disbelief while reading.

There are ways to do medical scenes/conversations with doctors that avoid falling into this problem! I would just be very very careful to heavily research before using any complex terminology.

7. This disabled person does not exist to evoke pity. They are a human - nuanced and multi-layered - living their life, and their story should always, always reflect that. I don’t really have anything else to add to that.

I would love to hear further advice from anyone with anything else to add.

#writing advice #writing

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wastelandcrown · 4 years ago

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one indescribable instant

Summary: Roman's companionship forces Logan to think about the idea of romance. He starts to enjoy the idea of romance more and more, but he can't stop thinking about whether or not love at first sight is real. Warnings: None (If you need me to add a warning, please tell me!) Notes: The fluffiest thing I've probably ever written. Title is referencing a song from the show Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. Also not beta-d, we die like Roman Pairings: Platonic Logince, Intrulogical, Background Royality Word Count: 1620

Roman often describes fairy tale romances to Logan in ways that don’t make sense. These types of love-at-first-sight romances seem entirely improbable to Logan, but he imagines it would feel fairly nice the way Roman describes it.

‘It’s as if beautiful music soars behind you, filling you with such intense joy and passion that you can barely describe feelings soaring through your heart! And, of course, you have the person! You look upon them once and realize you’ll never need another person for the rest of your days!’

Logically, this makes no sense. Love at first sight, the way Roman describes it, doesn’t exist. You also need many people in your life. Is this partner a doctor of all medical sciences? A grocer? An accountant you may hire? It is impossible to fulfill everything one person may need. However, that doesn’t mean it sounds entirely terrible.

He’s never been a hopeless romantic, never even much of a romantic. The only thing that changed that was meeting Roman. Despite their fighting and differences, they became closer than anything within a matter of months. They were introduced through Patton, Logan’s childhood friend and Roman’s boyfriend, and Patton often joked about how Logan would end up replacing him some day. They both hated this joke, mostly because it was wildly inaccurate. Roman was so head over heels in love with Patton that he was scandalized at the idea of loving anyone else, and Logan is not romantically attracted to Roman at all. Sure, they spend a lot of time together, but Logan has never even been to his apartment! The effect Roman has on Logan is purely platonic, and highly emotional. He has made Logan rethink and reanalyze his feelings on most things, and he doesn’t often change his opinion, but he was swayed so heavily on one subject. Just one.

Love. Many a night, Roman has spent time curled up with him on his couch. Nothing playing on the TV, just sitting and pining. Fanciful ideas of romance and true love, wild journeys, ideas for romantic dates. A favourite of theirs is the prince and the gardener. Roman pictures himself as a prince, longing for Patton, the gardener for his palace. Logan imagines he works alongside Patton, befriending the prince, and eventually falling for one of his royal allies. He likes to add to the fantasies with little facts about their chosen era or scenario, which Roman always gasps at with the fervour that comes along with a new idea. Somehow they always make their way back to a royal ball.

‘And I’m there, everyone wants to dance with me, but I’m looking for my two special guests, and when I find you, Logan, I’ll introduce you to some royals because you want to talk about nerd things.’

‘I think I’d have my eye on one already, maybe a Count, or a Duke,’

‘Oh my god no, not a duke! My brother always pictures himself as a duke when we do this!’

This is the first time Logan has heard of him having a brother, but it’s not much of a surprise.

He doesn’t ask, but Roman tells anyway. His name is Remus, and because of their wildly different personalities, they made a mutual agreement not to talk about each other as brothers. Logan has heard some of his stories, however, because he’s been calling Remus his “roommate” and telling some quite wild stories about their adventures. He doesn’t really believe most of them, except for the time Remus filled their apartment with street cats. Patton, who has been over at his apartment and is allergic to cats, regaled the terrible story about wanting to pet the cats but being unable due to aforementioned allergies. Despite the cats, Patton seems to like Remus well enough.

‘So Roman told you! That’s great! What do I think about him? Well, he’s certainly different! But-I mean-It’s not bad different! Well...He’s-I think you have to meet him to really understand what I mean!’

Logan spends a week confused, and not wanting to push Roman’s buttons. Then he decides he has to push the buttons because he can’t bear not knowing.

Luckily, Roman calls him.

“Logan! You won’t believe my day today!” Roman starts with a comfortingly familiar dramatism.

He chuckles softly, smiling to himself, “I’m sure I will believe it, however perhaps you would prefer to tell me in person.”

“You read my mind! I’ll be right over!” He can nearly see the bouncy and excited look Roman has on, he knows him too well.

“Actually, I was wondering if I could come to your apartment?”

Roman pauses for a moment, “Sure, I’ll have to force Remus to get presentable though.”

Logan hears a loud “Hey!” then Roman signs off. He can be at Roman’s in twenty minutes on an average day. Today he stops at the bakery they like to get some pastries, just in case Roman needs a little longer to get everything presentable.

When Roman swings open the door he immediately takes Logan in for a big hug.

“We’re making milestones today! You’re coming to my house and meeting my brother, what a huge achievement!” He seems genuinely excited, so Logan only lovingly rolls his eyes.

With one large swoop of his arms, Roman has taken the box of pastries and put his other arm around his friend’s shoulders. He gives him a squeeze and pulls him into the house. It’s a little messy, but it has its charms. The living room has a lot of strange, and occasionally graphic, decor. The couches are brown and worn in, they look soft. Their kitchen and dining room are fairly bare, kept clean for cooking and eating. Roman shows him his room, which is as wildly colourful and eccentric as he imagined it would be. They’re in the hallway when the second bedroom door opens and Remus steps out.

“Presentable enough for you, your highness? Remus snarks at his brother.

Logan feels something in his chest move and then swing violently in a direction he never expected. Remus’ skin is pale, near white, stark and clean against the eggshell walls. His hair is messy and wet, evident that he just showered. His eyes are sharp and a little wild, a dark brown colour that Logan near instantly commits to memory. There are natural bags and discolouration all the way around his eyes, his teeth are strangely sharp when he grins at Roman, he’s got a quite terrible mustache that makes him look a little like a cartoonish villain. He’s in a tank top with the sides near cut out, black jeans, and socks with phallic objects. Just like Roman, he’s nearly a foot taller than him. Logan forgets how to breathe.

“Could do without the penis socks, but yes! This is who I needed you presentable for!”

Remus looks at him then, curiously. His gaze moves up and down slowly, a shiver runs down Logan’s spine.

“This is Logan?” Remus slyly smirks, “RoRo you didn’t tell me he was hot!”

The music Roman told him about swells in his mind. His entire body feels light and airy. It’s not exactly joy and passion but Logan is suddenly overcome with the urge to devote his life to this beautiful near-stranger. He can feel his cheeks go pink when Remus says he’s hot, and in all honesty he does not care. Embarrassment is the least of what he’s thinking about.

“Remus! He is my best friend and our guest! You cannot say that!” Roman looks over at Logan, opens his lips to apologize, then notices his nervous posture and blush.

Logan decides to speak, but makes the mistake of looking at Remus first, his words come out as mush, “I-No-No it’s-uh-It's quite alright. I didn’t mind.”

Roman blinks at Logan wildly. He’d never seen Logan be such a mess when speaking. He’s usually measured and clean! It dawns on him in an instant what’s going through Logan’s mind.

“Well! Nice to see you Remus!” Roman starts pushing Logan harshly towards his room, “Logan brought pastries! Eat up! Bye!”

When Roman slams the door he hears Remus call out, “I’m gonna order pizza for us in like thirty fucking minutes so you better be done girls talk by then or I’m getting anchovies and olives!”

Logan is being stared at like his head has cracked wide open, but his mind is in the figurative clouds.

“I know what you mean now.” Logan mutters, putting a hand over his cheek gently and pressing his back against the door to sigh gently.

“Logan what are you talking about!?” Roman whisper-shouts, but part of him already knows.

“The music. The feelings.” Logan continues, not even speaking to Roman, “Not needing another person for as long as you live.”

The joy floods him in an instant, “I felt it.”

Roman pulls him over to sit on his bed. Logan flops backwards into the red sheets and throws his arms over his face. He tries to conceal the smile on his lips, but he can’t. He can’t believe he ever doubted Roman on this. This. This magnificent feeling. Love at first sight hit him like a truck in one indescribable instant.

“You look happy,” Roman says softly, Logan nods slowly.

He mutters against his sleeve, “I apologize for doubting you.”

“I mean realistically, it’s not exactly love. More like a huge crush.” Roman flops down next to him.

And while yes, he knows that it’s probably just infatuation, he loves how he’s feeling. He doesn’t typically feel things this abrupt, the strong. He finds the whole situation a bit funny, but if the night goes well he might end up with a date.

#intrulogical #sanders sides #sanders side fic #ts logan #ts roman #ts remus #ts patton #background royality #this is silly fluff for no reason #please enjoy #im open for for criticism

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years ago

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Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 23 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 23

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings: Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

Here’s a chapter since I have to work all day tomorrow and won’t feel like posting. Enjoy guys!

AN: For this chapter, play Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue & Chester Bennington

(Y/n) was waiting for Nikki at home. She kept looking at the clock, waiting for him. Worry had already passed by the time she blew out the candles on the table. He wasn’t coming home like he had promised. So that worry in the back of her mind was pushed aside for something else. It was still worry, but more on the side of fear. Fear that he was dead somewhere. Fear that he was between the legs of another woman. Fear that the reason he didn’t come home anymore was because he didn’t love her anymore.

She looked down at the ring on her finger, twisting it some. He didn’t show her off the way he used to. Yeah, they had their own thing; she had her bands and he had his. But he also had pictures in magazines of him with girls in skirts that could double as belts and tops that were rejected bikinis. She looked down at herself. Why would he want her when he could have any other girl? He could get a girl like Tommy’s. Long, blonde hair, tan skin, legs that go for miles.

Twenty minutes had went by since she last looked at the clock. She didn’t hear the sound of Nikki’s Porsche in the driveway by her simpler Chevy. He wasn’t going to come through that door anytime soon. If he wasn’t back by now, he wasn’t coming back at all. And if he did, he would have some excuse. Band practice went over late. Traffic was awful. Tommy did something stupid and he had to help clean it up. She knew her brother was an idiot, but Nikki had used that line one too many times here recently. All the missed anniversaries, the missed birthdays, it was all too much to handle. The broken promises only made her heart break even more.

So, she made a decision.

She went to their room and started to pack. She would give him until she had her bag packed. If he wasn’t back by then, she was leaving. And, sure enough, he wasn’t back. Why would he be if he was out doing something more fun than being at home with her? She wrote a note, hoping he would come home before she got it finished, but he didn’t. She made her way back to the living room, looking for the perfect spot to put it. That’s when she saw his favorite bass on the stand. He didn’t like using it at concerts, because he didn’t want it to get broken. (Y/n) was sure he didn’t want to use it because she had gotten it for him back when they were still happy together. She wove the letter into the strings, hearing it groan with sadness as the paper rubbed over them.

She looked down at the engagement ring. With a sigh, she slid it off, hanging it on one of the tuning knobs. Grabbing her bag, she left the house. In her car, she dialed the first number she could think of, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Hello?” Vanessa answered on the other end.

“H-hey. I...I need someplace to crash for the night. And I need the girls to all come over.” (Y/n) whispered softly.

“(Y/n)? What happened are you ok?” Vanessa sat straighter on her couch hearing the distress in her friends voice.

“I...I just left Nikki…”

*****

Nikki woke up at his dealer's house, groggy and feeling empty. He had to get to (Y/n) and their date. He didn’t even bother to look at the time as he pushed himself up and hoped that he looked presentable, not realizing how bruised his arms looked or disheveled his hair was. As he walked outside, he squinted. It was sunny out. They could go enjoy a picnic or the beach.

Wait. It was sunny out.

He cursed himself out and ran to his car. He had fucked up. He had spent the night at a strangers house that he had no business being at, doing things that he wouldn’t even tell (Y/n) about. Driving off, he rushed home. He didn’t look to see if her Chevy was in the spot that she always parked in or anything like that. Instead, he just barrelled through the front door like a man on a mission.

“(Y/n)!” Nikki called. He looked around for her. “(Y/n) you home?”

Last night, she was home. He would know, well, actually, he wouldn’t. Because he didn’t come home last night like promised. The house was silent as Nikki made his around, looking for her. His chest began to constrict, he could feel himself hyperventilating. He didn’t see any sign of her. The drawers in their room were empty her things were gone from their closet. He made his way back to the living room, thinking maybe it was a sick joke or something. He looked to where his prized bass sat. It was his absolute favorite and he barely let anyone touch it. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to take it on tour where it could get stolen or broken. That’s when he noticed something off about it. There on the bass, was a note and an engagement ring. With shaky hands, he grabbed the note and began to read it.

He picked up on keywords. The most he got out of it was she would get her things while he was on tour, she loved him, and she wished it could’ve worked out differently. Once it all started to register in his mind, he could feel the anger growing in his chest. Not at her, never at her, but more at himself. He did this to her, he let his demons destroy him. Taking his bass that he had carried in with him from his late, drug infused night, he began smashing everything in sight. The TV was the first to go, followed by the pieces of glassware that the stupid interior designer just thought they had to have. Windows were shattered and would need to be replaced. The walls they had lovingly painted together now were full of holes. When the poor bass just couldn’t be a battering ram anymore, he took to throwing things. Picture frames, his awards, books, magazines, records. It all went flying. And when that didn’t satisfy him anymore, he hit the wall repeatedly, busting through the drywall. He saw one more frame and grabbed it, ready to heave it like the other, when he caught a glimpse of what it was. The picture at Disneyland at Sleeping Beauty's castle. They had been so happy, so in love in that picture. And he had destroyed it. He had destroyed her. In this case, it wasn’t beauty that killed the beast.

Falling to his knees in the middle of all the glass, he felt the tears falling from his eyes. He didn’t care if the glass was cutting him up or that his hands were throbbing from hitting the wall. He just sat there, numb to everything. He didn’t hear a car pull up on the sound of his front door being thrown open by someone. He honestly just wanted to be left to his misery.

“Nikki!” A voice called out from the front door. “You son of a bitch! Where are you?” It was Tommy. He had been with Heather last night when a call came through and all he got was “(Y/n) needs help” before she was gone, leaving him with more questions than answers.

Tommy froze looking at the scene. Broken glass and ceramic everywhere. A bass smashed to bits, the TV destroyed, pictures broken. He carefully walked around the glass and to the sobbing Nikki. He wasn’t sure what to say, he didn't want this to happen. Hell, he was probably the catalyst for some of it but he didn't want this.

“What happened?” Tommy asked. “Heather went off last night to Vanessa’s. She hasn’t been back yet. Did you do this while (Y/n) was here?” He knelt in front of Nikki.

“She’s gone,” was all Nikki said.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Tommy picked up the note and read it. He looked at Nikki, feeling a tug as his heart. “Nik…”

“I bet you’re happy now,” Nikki sneered. “You got your wish Tom. She left me… It’s over.” Nikki picked himself up. His skin was torn and bloody, and he just needed something to dull the pain at this point. He needed his fix. He needed the very thing that had drove her away. Walking to his entertainment center he pulled on a loose board and pulled out the bag of blow and grabbed a bottle of Jack. “Just leave.”

“I didn’t want it to end this way Nik…” Tommy whispered. “I didn’t want this to happen.”

Nikki snorted a line and took two big swigs of Jack, “Bull fucking shit!” he growled and glared at Tommy. “When she wasn't your sister, when you didn't know… she was the girl who literally stole my heart. The smart girl who wasn't a groupie just wanting to be fucked by a rock star so shut your face and fucking leave!”

“I’ll talk to her. I...I’m sorry man.” Tommy left then, leaving Nikki there alone. Tommy stood outside the front door and ran a hand down his face. What had he done?

NIkki did line after line but nothing worked. He couldn’t numb his pain. He walked past his room and lay in one of the guest rooms. He couldn’t go in and see the empty drawers couldn’t looks at the closet and seeing her things gone. He thought he would be strong and just go to sleep, but instead, he felt the tears falling faster than he could wipe them away.

He had only ever loved one woman in his life, truly loved, and she was gone.

****

The band had been on tour for three days when (Y/n) returned to the place Vanessa was sharing with her boyfriend. He had felt really bad about what had happened with his bandmate and giving (Y/n) the wrong drugs, and (Y/n) was cool, so he didn’t mind her staying. She saw Vanessa standing at the stove and took a deep breath.

“Nessa...I have some news.” (Y/n) told her as she came into the kitchen.

“Lay it on me girl,” Vanessa said as she placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of (Y/n).

“I quit Elektra.” She told her. “I took the job at MCA, since they’ve been after me since I started at Elektra.”

“YOU WHAT!” Vanessa looked at her, “does Tommy know?” she asked careful to not mention Nikki.

“No, I haven’t had a chance to tell him.” She told her friend. “He’s in Japan and I don’t exactly have an international phone plan. None of the guys know yet.”

"(Y/n)," Vanessa said softly. "Are you sure it's a good idea?" She looked to her friend. "You guys could just…" (Y/n) shook her head. She couldn’t go back now. She couldn’t stand knowing that he was just down the hall from her with a new girl while she was miserable without him.

“An artist from MCA already requested me. I know Metallica is upset but...Tom Petty asked me to produce him.” She looked at Vanessa for her reaction.

"You're going to represent Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers!" She squeaked. "Wow! How did Metallica take it?"

“Not good...they threatened to quit Elektra and follow me to MCA.” She laughed a little. “They’ll be fine though. Just hope they don’t try to beat up…” She trailed off. She was sure that Vanessa got the point.

"I wouldn't hold my breath," Vanessa muttered. "Vince says he's… he's gotten worse…" (Y/n) closed her eyes.

“Well, he did it to himself.” She sighed. “But god I miss him so much. I feel empty without him…”

"Maybe it was just supposed to be for a little while. I mean… who knows, maybe you guys need to work through your own demons before actually being together?" She said hopefully.

‘Yeah, maybe.” (Y/n) sighed. “Heather told me she has a friend that she wants me to meet when I feel like dating again.”

"Oh? Well that could be interesting," Vanessa smiled at her. "I have a date tonight with John."

“You two are cute together.” (Y/n) said. “I’m gonna go hang out with Heather or Athena tonight, so I’m not in the way of things…”

"(Y/n), you don't have to," Vanessa have her a soft smile. "John knows you need girl time. And it's not an exciting date...I just…"

“You know, I bet once Vince works through his demons, he’ll be back to you.” (Y/n) told her.

"I'm happy with John...I think." She whispered. "It's not that I don't love him...I do it's just… God how did I go from liking pop to rock?"

“Times change things.” (Y/n) told her with a smile. “Remember the person I was just a while ago. I miss her sometimes...”

"Me too," Vanessa said and hugged her. "But this girl has kickass hair and is a tough producer who gets results. So, who do you think Heather wants to hook you up with? Hot Hollywood star?"

“She hasn’t said. She told me just to take my time, but he’s really interested in meeting me.” She shrugged. “She said that she wants to make sure I have a kick ass date for her wedding to piss him off…”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Vanessa shook her head. From what she heard from Vince, Nikki was spiraling hard.

****

On tour Nikki was numb, he wasn't even sure what day of the week it was. All he knew was to get high get his bass and play. She was in his dreams when he finally did sleep, and any woman he saw out there that looked like her, he wanted to sweep up into his arms. Japan was a blur, so was the second leg of the tour.

“Hey man.” Tommy said, taking a seat by him. Nikki had talked to Tommy, but looking at him hurt, because he had the same eyes as (Y/n). “How you doing?”

“Fine,” Nikki sat back after taking a hit. “I’m fine. What’s up?”

“Well, I know this is a little awkward to ask this now, but I was wondering if you’d be my best man.” Tommy said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Huh? Yeah sure, sounds good.” he said and grabbed a joint. Nothing he grabbed could take the pain away. He still felt it. It was months now and things didn’t get better.

“We’ll be going home for a month. Gonna see if you can win her back?” Tommy asked.

“Huh? No I’m fine.” Nikki just stared out the plane window. He wasn’t even sure what Tommy was saying. His mind just kept thinking of her, the way she smiled, and her laugh, and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about things that really interested her. Looking around he grabbed the bottle of jack and chugged half of it. He just sat there letting his body go numb.

Soon, they were back in LA. They went to Elektra to go over the last leg of the tour, which was Europe. The whole time though, Nikki kept thinking about the girl up in the office he needed to talk to.feeling a bit sober, he pushed the button to the offices in the elevator and made his way up. He felt nervous. He hadn't seen her since the day of the photoshoot and he was sure she was pissed at him. Reaching the floor he stepped off and made his way to where her office was.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry, I…” Nikki froze as he came to where her office had been. Her name plate was gone off the door and all her stuff was gone. The office was in the process of being repainted, but Nikki had a feel that she wasn’t moved just for that. His heart was pounding in his chest as he went towards his manager's office. “Where’s (Y/n)?”

“Oh...she quit not long after you guys went on tour.” He told Nikki. “She got an offer working for MCA I think. Her bands are really upset. She was making them a lot of money. They threatened to go with her. And I gotta say, Metallica can be pretty scary...”

“She...she’s gone?” Nikki asked.

“‘Fraid so man. I’d hate to be the person that pissed her off enough to leave. She really liked it here. We really liked having her here.”

She was gone, he had missed her. She left because of him. The walls felt like they were closing in on him and his chest felt tight. He ran to the elevator and pressed the button, he needed to get numb again he hated these feelings needed to shut them off.

And heroin was great at that.

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Show Notes 108A Duped - Part 1

Down the rabbit hole we go, Agents!

Here they are! At long, long last—the show notes for 108 “Duped!”

These notes cover 108 “Duped” Part 1.

You can listen to it in this embedded player:

Or on Youtube:

Let’s jump right in!

Miranda and I started this episode with some fun facts about ourselves. Mine was that I once got a pillow from Sargento that said “Sweet dreams are made of cheese,” because I complimented it online.

First of all, here’s the song it references.

Now, here are the tweets of how it happened. Here’s the Tweet I saw from Warehouse 13 co-creator and legendary TV writer/producer, Jane Espenson and the conversation that followed:

And at this very moment, that pillow is serving as a laptop cushion.

Now, onto the show.

This week’s writer appreciation focused on another writing team, Benjamin Raab and Deric A. Hughes who shared some awesome behind-the-scenes pix with us on twitter! After we released the episode, Ben tweeted at us and told us the crew let Ben and Deric cameo on every episode they wrote/produced. Here’s the pic from “Duped!” They were on the elevator with Pete!

We got that tweet and some good corrections and fun facts from Ben and Deric themselves! What up, dudes‽

Miranda says that we start the episode “en media res” which means “in the middle of things” in Latin. Here’s a link to what it means in terms of narrative storytelling.

Later, we also compared Myka’s dress in the pilot…

…to her dress in Duped.

Great work by the costuming/hair/makeup team on emphasizing all the subtle ways that Myka was Not Normal™

Because we love to give due credit, so, the people responsible are

Costuming: Joanne Hanson

Hair: Susan Exton-Stranks

Makeup: Marie Nardella

We also have a good laugh talking about how Pete miscategorizes Alice in Wonderland as Chick Lit.

Alice in Wonderland is obviously not Chick Lit (although there’s nothing wrong with Chick Lit).

This led us to a brief discussion of how Miranda’s sister trolls her by calling “Doctor Who” Mister Who. That already wasn’t accurate, but now it’s especially inaccurate as The Doctor is a woman! As a side note, I personally would buy a T-Shirt that said “Mister Who” on it just to make a laugh. Anyone else? Anyone?

Next up, Miranda noticed that Pete was wearing a North Canton, Ohio t-shirt and connected the dots that Eddie McClintock himself is from North Canton. Further proof that Eddie and Pete are essentially the same person.

Speaking of Eddie, this is also the episode where we learned that Eddie was voted the 82nd Sexiest Man Alive, according to TVBuddy. Alas, alack, the link to the list is now dead. So I can’t link it. I tried.

Next, we talked about how amazing Eddie is at doing an impersonation of Myka sticking her neck out when she’s mad.

In the Warehouse, an artifactified disco ball plays Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive.”

Here’s that song:

When Act II starts we get some really orange lighting that plays right into our color theory. I couldn’t find a picture of that scene and Amazon won’t let me screenshot, but, in general, most cinematography of Myka in this episode is very orange. Here are a couple examples of how orange most things are that involve Alice in this episode:

Then we talked about how weird it was when Myka actually took one of Artie’s pastries.

Actual footage of my face when she took one:

Actual footage of my face when she took SECONDS:

Then we got the introduction of Gary and Jillian Whitman—this week’s red herring bad guys and focus of this week’s dual Actor’s Spotlight, courtesy of Miranda.

Gary was played by Niall Matter.

Miranda recommended watching the TV show he was on called The Best Years.

Jillian (my name-thief) was played by Erica Cerra.

Miranda noticed a subtle Walt Whitman reference and gave the dates of his life and Lewis Carroll’s/Charles Dodgson’s life.

Walt Whitman: 1819 - 1892

Lewis Carroll/Charles Dodgson: 1832 - 1898

There will be a lot more information about Lewis Carroll/Charles Dodgson in the show notes for Part 2 of this episode.

Then we talked about how Artie was a tad too aggressive in telling Claudia to “back off!” and how this all reminded us of a scene in The Importance of Being Earnest where two characters grumpily eat cakes. Miranda later specified that it reminded her of the scene where Jack and Algernon eat muffins. Meanwhile, it reminded me of the scene where Gwendolen and Cecily get passive-aggressive over whether tea should be enjoyed with bread and butter or with cake.

Here’s a snippet of the scene Miranda was thinking of:

Algernon. If it was my business, I wouldn’t talk about it. [Begins to eat muffins.] It is very vulgar to talk about one’s business. Only people like stock-brokers do that, and then merely at dinner parties.

Jack. How can you sit there, calmly eating muffins when we are in this horrible trouble, I can’t make out. You seem to me to be perfectly heartless.

Algernon. Well, I can’t eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.

Jack. I say it’s perfectly heartless your eating muffins at all, under the circumstances.

Here’s a snippet of the scene I was thinking of:

Cecily. May I offer you some tea, Miss Fairfax?

Gwendolen. [With elaborate politeness.] Thank you. [Aside.] Detestable girl! But I require tea!

Cecily. [Sweetly.] Sugar?

Gwendolen. [Superciliously.] No, thank you. Sugar is not fashionable any more. [Cecily looks angrily at her, takes up the tongs and puts four lumps of sugar into the cup.]

Cecily. [Severely.] Cake or bread and butter?

Gwendolen. [In a bored manner.] Bread and butter, please. Cake is rarely seen at the best houses nowadays.

Cecily. [Cuts a very large slice of cake, and puts it on the tray.] Hand that to Miss Fairfax.

[Merriman does so, and goes out with footman. Gwendolen drinks the tea and makes a grimace. Puts down cup at once, reaches out her hand to the bread and butter, looks at it, and finds it is cake. Rises in indignation.]

Gwendolen. You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew, you may go too far.

Both of those scenes take place in Act II.

If you read nothing else in these show notes STOP AND WATCH THE FOLLOWING CLIP!

Here’s a clip from an early movie adaptation of The Importance of Being Earnest that features my favorite line delivery of anything ever:

Good luck ever looking at a handbag without thinking of that again.

While we’re on the subject, I played Cecily in the Importance of Being Earnest, so I’m legally obligated to share a couple photos of that as proof:

As a final note on the matter, you can read the entire play from project Gutenberg here (and I recommend that you do, because it’s one of my all-time faves.).

Later, Miranda and I wondered if the infinity tattoo on Myka’s ankle was Joanne Kelly’s or was something Alice did when they got to Vegas. I think someone tweeted at us about this awhile ago. If anyone has that info, I’ll update the show notes with that and credit to the Tweeter.

After that, we discussed Myka’s/Alice’s casual mention of Carson’s Rule of Linear Transfer and her assertion that it means “forced outcomes require tangency.” I posited that this rule is not a mathematic or scientific principle but rather a warehouse-specific rule. The only Carson’s Rule that Miranda and I could find when researching this was an unrelated rule about bandwidth. If you’re super into telecommunications, you can read more about Carson’s Banwidth Rule here.

Backing up a little bit in the episode, we discussed a little bit about the history of disco and disco clubs via exerpts from a written interview with Professor Carol Cooper.

She spoke with us about Studio 54, Vaughn Harper, and the roots of a Studio 54 laying in a black-owned club called Leviticus.

I didn’t mention it in the episode, but that makes the club in Empire (also named Leviticus) a truly nicely named homage to history. Bustle.com did a deep dive on that fact here.

Relatedly, when the disco ball drops earlier in the warehouse, Claudia does her own take on the Saturday Night Fever dance…

…then devastates Artie by incorrectly dating the Disco Era. Find approximate dates and more info here.

Then Miranda compared Deanna Troi from Star Trek: The Next Generation and Tara Maclay from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

First of all, the episode of Buffy that we referenced was Season 4, Episode 16 “Who Are You?”

Second of all, we made a Buffy reference, so… You know… Take a shot.

Then we talked about Myka’s reaction to Pete referencing a rabbit’s foot as a lucky charm.

That was both a great reference to the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland…

…and a great reference to keychains from the 1990s and early 2000s. For those who don’t understand that reference, I was gonna link to some funny pictures from that era, but googling “rabbit’s foot” actually led me to down a sad path, so… like.. Not gonna share that.

Then we talked about how Pete saying “Kirk out

…was an improvised line that referenced Captain James T. Kirk on Star Trek: The Original Series and the communicators they used as well as to the flip phones from the era just before warehouse 13 premiered.

Then, both Ben Raab and Eddie McClintock explained that the reaction on set to Eddie saying “Kirk out!” looked something like this…

…until the network gave them the all-clear.

Winding things down for this episode, Miranda and I figured out what a Roulette table looked like:

…and appreciated Claudia’s knowledge of CIA laser mics. Turns out, laser microphones are really a thing!

Finally, for this week’s

~HEAVY THEMES~

…we talked about how off-putting Miranda and I found it when Alice (as Myka) drank both on the job and in front of Pete.

Not all people in recovery are triggered when people drink around them, but some are.

Here is an article from American Addiction Centers on how best to support an alcoholic and support their recovery.

If anyone has resources that they find helpful, we’re always happy to add them to these show notes or create a page devoted to resources for things discussed in our Heavy Themes sections.

And, with that, we are done with Part 1!

See you next time, Agents.

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abzzz3 · 6 years ago

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Let Me Prove You Wrong (Part 16/Finale)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: This takes place at the end of Infinity War and you have no real clue about what’s going on until someone new begins to explain things to you.

Word Count: 1,752

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I have cut this one a little shorter than expected but I already have a base plot in my head for my next multi-part, I just have to get it all down on paper. I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride with this one, It wasn’t great in some parts but other parts I fell in love with writing and I really think you can tell. If you have any ideas or requests please feel free to send me a message :)

-6 Months Later-

“What’s going on? Has anyone heard anything?” Marie asked, trying not to convey the fear she was feeling

“Nothing, last I heard the Avengers were off to Wakanda, wherever that is” One of your employees answered

“So, we still don’t know what’s happened?” You asked, and were answered simply by a shake of the head

It all started at once. First it was the reports in central New York of Tony Stark, some magician guy and Bruce Banner who went missing even before you did. No one knew who the creatures were that they were fighting, we had never seen or heard of them before but we could tell they were trouble. Then, we heard about Steve, Wanda, Vision and Natasha somewhere in Europe, but we don’t know what happened there.

No one had heard anything from Thor, but you really hadn’t expected to be told if he did get in touch with any of the other Avengers. Ant Man was missing, so was Clint Barton and you secretly hoped to God that Peter Parker was off doing high school things with his friends.

You sat back down at your desk with another cup of coffee, your fourth for the day, and sipped at it while watching the news from the TV mounted to the wall in one of the corners of the office. It was just re-runs of what you all already knew but if anyone worldwide had any new information it would be aired as breaking news so you all just watched and waited.

‘Loki’ You silently prayed to yourself, ‘Please tell me you are safe and happy. I know we haven’t spoken in months and were both pretty heartbroken about how things ended,’ That was a lie. You were inconsolable for the days following. Marie had said to everyone that you needed to get the last of it out of your system after the final goodbye with Loki. That was, her words exactly, ‘the end of the final chapter in a book. It was now time to process everything and then when you’re ready begin the next book’. ‘I just need you to be safe and to stay out of trouble. For me. I love you.’ You finished, turning to look out the window.

You were just staring into nothing when shapes and colours began to shift and change in your reflection. At first you thought it was just your imagination trying to occupy your mind but then the shapes changed into something too specific. It was Loki. You dropped your coffee to the floor and it smashed, it was like your reflecting was now Loki and only you could see him.

“Loki…” You mumbled

He only smiled, a sad, pitiful smile, before he was gone

“(Y/N), what’s happening?” Marie asked, her voice shaking

“What do you mea-“ You began, spinning around

Only, you couldn’t spin around. You looked down and your legs were no more. They were disappearing to ash. You then looked at your hands and they were also gone, explaining the dropped coffee just seconds ago.

“Guys . . . please, help . . .” You begged, on the verge of tears and a panic attack but you could no longer see them

The world was dark and full of nothingness, you weren’t supported by a chair or the floor but you also weren’t falling or floating. It was just nothing.

“Someone, anyone! Help!” You screamed, with no reply, not even an echo. All sound was instantly absorbed and so didn’t sound louder than a far of scream but right in front of you

Where were you? What happened? How do you get out of here? Your head swam with so many questions and you had been engulfed by your panic attack so severely and so instantly that you closed your eyes and couldn’t tell you were now on the ground, somewhere new with light, and sound and colour. You couldn’t hear the people calling your name and you couldn’t see their faces until one voice rang so clearly that all your fear and questions washed away and you now felt safe.

This voice wasn’t familiar to you, it was a woman’s you had never heard before and although it sounded as if she was right in front of you, you couldn’t see here, you only knew which way she wanted you to go.

You stood up and began walking past the buildings and structures, which the further you walked looked as though they were from every era and decade, like a timeline of architecture and culture. You walked passed everything from armies of tents, to Edwardian townhouses to 60’s and 70’s white pickett, suburban houses.

Where were you? You kept asking but as you reached closer at close to a large renaissance palace, like that in Versallies, France you began to feel warmer and like all your questions were about to be answered. You glided past the front gates, in the front door and up the stairs until you were on a balcony with the lady, who’s voice you were following.

She was beautiful and had gorgeous long, blonde hair, dressed in Asgardian fabrics of cool tones.

“Hello (Y/N), my how things have turned out for you, I’m so sorry” She said, grabbing your hands and squeezing them comfortingly

“Who are you?” You asked

“I am Frigga, mother of Thor and-“ She began explaining

“You’re Loki’s mother.” You interrupted, surprised to discover who she is

She nodded with a kind smile “Yes I am, and I have some unfortunate news darling, but I think by now you might have figured that out . . .”

She waited while you thought about it, but it didn’t take long. Frigga died before you had even met Loki, which meant only one thing.

“I’m dead. But why are we here together? Should you not be in Valhalla? What happened?” You asked, all your questions wanting to explode right now

“Yes dear, I am in Valhalla, and so are you” She confirmed

“But how? I’m not Asgardian and I didn’t die in war. I shouldn’t be here”

She chuckled lightly, “Valhalla is just what we call it, the truth is that it’s all one place with many different names depending on where you come from. How open minded you are in life and how much you’ve seen determines how much you can see here, and my dear you’ve gotten a taste of the whole package, which is why you can find me here”

“Forgive me, but I still don’t understand. If I was so close minded about this place and what it is, I still don’t understand why it would all open up for me if what you say really is true” You pressed, still so confused as to why this after life would show you everything after being away from Earth just once and studying mythology.

“You really are as cleaver as he said you would be” She commented

“Who?”

“The truth is, I have a little leverage here. It was always going to be a very close call as to whether or not this place would open up to you fully, I just helped nudge you over the line as a favor to someone very close to you” She said, ignoring your question as she walked over to the balcony doors which had closed behind you without you noticing.

She opened the doors and on the other side was the last person who expected to see.

“Loki . . .” You breathed

He took a few steps towards you with a cautious look on your face

“(Y/N) . . . how are you feeling?” He asked

“But that means you’re . . .” You couldn’t bear to say it aloud and only as you were thinking it did you see the large purple marks on his neck

“What happened?” You asked, stepping forward and reaching out towards the marks but didn’t dare touch

“It’s a scar of my death, everyone has them here to remind them of how they died”

“But I don’t . . .” You hadn’t remembered seeing any marks on yourself, but you also hadn’t been looking and didn’t know what to look for

Loki reached forward and turned your hand over so it was palm up and sure enough there was your mark. Your fingertips were black and the inside of your wrist displayed hair thin lines like those on a cracked porcelain doll which hadn’t completely broke yet. Only your lines were much darker, like ash.

“In this world, the rules of our former lives don’t count anymore” Loki began explaining, as though he was trying to make me guess what he was talking about without actually having to say the words “We’re not bound by the same laws and the same people if we don’t want to be”

You looked up at his face, still not sure what he was saying “Why did I see you in my reflection?” You asked, ignoring what he was saying

“I was trying to tell you that everything would be okay, but astral projection is a lot harder than I had expected,” He joked “And that I could keep you safe, if you wanted . . .”

It finally clicked, what he was trying to say. The only reason why we parted ways when we were alive was because he was still married to Sigyn, but here he wasn’t. We could actually try to make things work as a real couple here.

“So, what do you say? Want to open that next book?” He asked nervously, referencing Marie’s words

This time, you didn’t have to think about it. You knew you still needed to come to terms with the fact that you were dead and still had a million questions which needed to be answered but with Loki by your side, you felt as though it would be much easier. You knew you were home when you were with him, and all though you had never really kissed, been on a date or taken things very far at all (including the bedroom), you figured you now had all the time you could ever possibly want to experience everything together.

You nodded and leapt into his arms to hold him tightly, breathing him in and planning to never let go again.

“I love you, Loki” You breathed into his neck

“I love you too, (Y/N)” He replied, holding you as close as possible

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trashkweeen-blog · 6 years ago

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Class with the Countess - LuAnn de Lesseps

Oh, sweet LuAnn. Where do I start?

I have a love for the Countess that I truly cannot explain. I’m struggling to think of an instance where I was ever on her side. Literally every cool thing she does is almost immediately undone by an equal or greater uncool thing.

Fucking a Jack Sparrow look alike on vacation was pretty cool. Trying to cover it up with the worst French i have ever heard come out of a French Canadian Mi’kmaw with parents from New Brunswick and Quebec was pretty uncool. I can’t really decide whether forcibly inviting herself on Bethenny’s Mexico trip that never happened, while wearing a white Armani suit, then leaving Bethenny with the bill was cool or not. I mean, it was objectively uncool, but I’m kinda here for anyone who pulls a power move on Bethenny.

She called Carole a pedophile, then couldn’t spell it to apologize over text. Like, she just can’t help herself. She’s just self-aware enough to realize the moments in which we root for her, but not quite self-aware enough to carry them through. Like the fact that she literally sends this gif to people over text when they call her out on being the worst.

You give her one inch of approval and she will use it to the worst ends. She’s at her best when she’s raw and vulnerable and decidedly un-countess, but then she’ll invariably use those cool points to do something very countess. She’s like a snake eating her own tail, and I honestly can’t figure out why I love her so much for it.

The best I can determine is that she’s like the Tony Soprano of the Real Housewives franchise. Not for obvious reasons - because our Lady Guidice wins there - but because she is such a compelling anti-hero that you kind of hate to love.

Like Tony, she’s trapped in this inescapable delusion that romanticizes a golden age she caught glimpses of during her rise. She can’t keep from referencing royalty and high society she met and idolized in her youth, skiing in Gstaad, and dining with kings. Instead of seeing the absurdity and temporariness of it all, she bought right in. She saw her trash ass husband cycle through a handful of wives before her, but thought she was bulletproof. And now she coasts on the fantasy.

And there’s hardly a moment that your sympathies don’t lie with whoever LuAnn is mistreating at any given time. You’re watching a character who can’t help but fuck up and hurt people, but who manages to mitigate our condemnation with rare moments of vulnerable confessionals.

She’s a tragic anti-hero; you can watch her get arrested while threatening to kill cops, but when she shows up in an open robe and makes you laugh, you’re like well, maybe that cop deserved it.

So, i love LuAnn, and Class with the Countess was the book I was looking forward to reviewing the most. It was published right as the second season of #RHONY was airing, so we’re in a pre-Countless era here. We’re at peak Countess, getting advice from a woman who thinks she’s locked it all down, and who has yet to bang a pirate.

I have no intention of going after low-hanging fruit here, by the way. I’m not going to count the ways that LuAnn doesn’t practice what she preaches. That’s tedious. So here’s what I learned from my “crash course in manners from New York’s favourite countess”.

The first section of the book, The Art of Being Yourself, is all about confidence, adventure, and casually moving to Milan to appear on Italian TV as a Sharon Stone impersonator? I don’t know. The first thing I truly loved about this section was LuAnn’s stated purpose for appearing on #RHONY - to expose her children to how technicians make television happen. I’m sorry, no. No, you didn’t. You absolutely did not agree to #RHONY so your kids could learn lighting and sound production. If Bravo has any footage of Victoria and Noel taking notes behind the scenes, please, I would love to see this.

As long as I’m calling bullshit (and this is, like, the last time I will), I gotta address how LuAnn insists on referring to herself as American Indian. Carole has already schooled her on the preferred nomenclature (LuAnn’s iconic response below), so I’m not touching that.

No, my beef is that the bitch is Canadian. Her father was from NEW BRUNSWICK. Sorry, countess, but I’m now claiming you. ONE OF US. ONE OF US. ONE OF US.

Anyway, here are the highlights of the Canadian Countess’ advice for being your best self:

get a hobby (Jill Zarin!), preferably tennis or cabaret singing

don’t ever brush your hair in public. who was doing this? No, you know what, probably Ramona.

when wearing Jimmy Choos, take “normal-length strides”. this is very key and very helpful. do not walk in lunges. you will never be elegant if your strides are not of normal length

have healthy gums????????

literally chew your food. I’m 100% serious, this book for real says that while in a “monastic Austrian spa”, LuAnn learned that chewing your food “thoroughly” makes it taste better. She spent the money on monastic chewing lessons so you don’t have to. stop swallowing your food whole, there’s a better way!

dramatize your look with an “eye-catching belt buckle”. i hate this so much.

The majority of this section reads like a Cosmo article that spans 82 pages, and contains about 3 pages of useful information. I’m down to hear your favourite makeup products and your go-to weekend bag staples. Why I also had to read 79 pages of LuAnn teaching me how to walk and eat like a person, as if i’m some sort of cursed beast recluse is beyond me. It is my sincere wish that we send this book to space as a reference guide for visiting aliens.

The second section - The Art of Making People Comfortable - is my favourite. It somehow covers the gamut of social scenarios from like, eating at your friend’s house, to how you should address a king when in casual conversation for the second time. I now know not to wear gloves in the presence of a king, and that you can call a queen ma’am, which, like, does not sound right.

Royal greetings aside though, this section is actually pretty legit.

Which countries air kiss, and how many kisses to give?

What are you sniffing for when the sommelier brings you a bottle of wine to taste? (cork)

How much should you tip a restroom attendant? ($1)

Which fork is the salad fork?(the leftmost one)

Where do you put your napkin when you get up from the table, but you’re coming back? (the chair)

There are checklists for dinner parties, cocktail parties, and overnight guest hosting. There are go-to dinner party menus. There are gift ideas for hostesses. There are even template diplomatic answers to awkward questions, opening lines for cocktail small talk, and conversation-enders.

This section is actually super useful and I loved it. I’m not even touching the chapter on children. I’m saving all my capacity to judge parenting advice for Alex McCord’s book.

The last section, though. Ugh. The Art of Seduction.

I guess, first of all, I wanna say that LuAnn was a way hotter model than I expected. Whenever she talks about her modelling days, I always picture something like the cover of this book - a Wal-Mart portrait studio, waist-up shot of LuAnn in a statement necklace and a sensible blouse, selling me like, grapefruit spoons, or something. But this section opens with this photo:

and she was actually such a babe! good for you, Countess!

Anyway, this section made me barf into my hands. Here are some of LuAnn’s tips for catching your man:

have the kind of sex appeal that makes strangers on vespas pinch your ass as they drive by. This is not at all a chilling example of sexual harassment, but rather aspirational, and a sign that you’re doing something right. thank you, vespa man for validating my femininity!

find a good man by playing damsel in distress at tech shops. Listen, my boyfriend is a walking tech shop, and i can tell you for 100% certain that (a) he would not recognize a damsel in distress if his life depended on it, (b) his peripheral awareness while comparing gaming keyboards is slim to none, and (c ) he wants to explain RAM to me like my ex wanted to explain football scoring to me, which is zero amount. Do not do this.

you can also find a good man in upscale men’s stores by discussing ties with them. Please do not walk alone aimlessly in clothing stores, telling men about ties. They will literally just assume you work there. I cannot fathom a scenario in which this is not weird.

Maintain the romance in your relationship by surprising your husband on his business trip by showing up dressed as a Moroccan princess in disguise????? Maybe when the Count cheated with that Ethiopian princess, he just thought it was LuAnn again?????

Keep your grooming a mystery from your husband. Apply your skin care and makeup in private, and don’t let him see you pluck your eyebrows. How large of a house do you need in order to maintain this level of mystique? What if your husband finds your secret room filled with tweezers and lotion???

Don’t try to be emotional with your man, that’s what girlfriends are for!! Men aren’t as emotional as women, so don’t burden them with your hysterics. Do like they did in olden times, and get your hysteria cured by a doctor who gives orgasms. (also, like, that’s bananas, but I do very much wish that basic health insurance still covered getting beat off by a professional for emotional release)

make friends with doormen, including those at buildings you don’t live in, because you never know when they’ll lend you a helping hand. If this isn’t the most ho tip I’ve ever heard. I love it.

Overall, this book is much like the Countess herself: there are moments of sweet, new money Molly Brown gently helping you use the right fork to keep from embarrassing yourself in front of Billy Zane.

But there are also several moments of your status-hungry mother smothering your kidneys with a girdle, and telling you to speak softly, polish your jewels and get to fucking Billy Zane.

Quick Stats:

Pages: 258

Did it need to be that many pages: good sweet god, no

Did it change my mind about the housewife? It was better than I expected, but there’s no way to change my mind about LuAnn anyway. I’m a Countess apologist for life.

Real-ass book rating: 📖📖/5

Junk food book rating: 💎💎💎/5

#rhony #real housewives #real housewives of new york #luann de lesseps

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joannalannister · 7 years ago

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I’m writing this post because I want to organize a few of my recent thoughts on women in fiction and ASOIAF that were inspired by reading this analysis from the LA review of books (which was about that show). I talk a lot about gender in ASOIAF and ships I like.

Please note: I have a very low level of tolerance for that show, and arguing about that show on the internet is well beyond the limits of what I can tolerate. Please do not bring the show wank to me. Please. I’m tired. Please. The tv show is a lost cause to me and I don’t want to engage. I’m only writing this because of my love for the books. I’m not writing this for reblogs, I’m writing this for me. I’m not putting this in a tracked tag, and I’m sorry I can’t keep it out of search.

The author of that LA review, Sarah Mesle, asked, “Why do women’s experiences, and their friendships, so often carry the ballast of realism for the rest of [the narrative]? Why can’t we imagine women as friends?” [x]

Mesle talks about how the men have friends in their narratives, but the women are isolated. For example, in the books, Jon has Sam, and Tyrion has Bronn (although that’s limited because he’s a mercenary), and Stannis has Davos, etc but “Cersei has never fucking had anyone (dead mom, don’t get me started)”.

“I was tired of women “providing the ballast of realism” for men’s fantastical stories.” [x] Quoting Virgina Wolfe, Mesle talks about how male writers write women as being “locked up, beaten and flung about the room” to add realism to their stories.

GRRM isn’t exempt from this. I keep going back to the idea that, according to GRRM, women being raped provides ~realism~ and ~historical accuracy~ to his story. And I am so tired.

“I don’t want to be the critic who swoops in with my ideology critique — an ideology critique is like the opposite of a dragon, when it comes to swooping in — blowing un-fun all over” I relate to this so much when I criticize ASOIAF.

The author also talked about the importance of POV when telling a story. And like, this isn’t the example the author used, but I’m gonna paraphrase what the author said to talk about the books, because I think it was such an important point that Mesle had, something that’s relevant to ASOIAF. So, this is not a direct quote below; this is paraphrasing and adapting what she said:

Rhaella was raped. Women are sometimes raped, that’s true and real, but given that the reader is positioned with Jaime, the narrative is telling us that the rape is mostly happening to him, is a significant part of his character development and our relationship with him. It’s completely unclear what the rape meant to Rhaella and the reason why is because the narrative just cares more about Jaime than Rhaella.

As I said, this isn’t exactly what Mesle was talking about (because I don’t want to touch that bullshit show), but this idea struck such a cord with me. How GRRM has a lot of the ~decorative~ background misogyny as something that happens to male characters, without fully exploring what it means for women like Rhaella and Elia and Tysha and Joanna.

(And obviously -- obviously!! -- GRRM isn’t as bad as the show in this regard, but there are some things that I wonder about, ok. Sometimes I wonder. What was it like for Cersei, in the sept scene in the books, when she said, “No, not here” and Jaime disregarded what she said? What was it like for Cersei, at Winterfell, when she said “Stop it” and those words didn’t seem to matter to Jaime? I ask these questions as an avid Jaime/Cersei shipper, as someone who believes GRRM just really sucks as writing consent, as someone who believes this is a long established part of the twins’ relationship, that Westerosi social roles have been so deeply ingrained on Cersei and her sex life ... but I still want to know ... what did it mean to Cersei, when she said “No” and the only person she trusts in the whole world didn’t listen?)

(God, there’s this scene in House of Cards, in season 2 (i think?) where Frank is about to go annihilate Claire’s rapist at a benefit dinner thingy, and Claire says “No” because she doesn’t want him to commit political suicide and Frank listens to her, and I love that scene so much, and to think about the flip side of that scene in ASOIAF, to think about how Jaime doesn’t listen to Cersei, how she therefore can’t tell Jaime everything (“Jaime would have killed [Robert], even if it meant his own life”) ... Cersei makes my heart ache, and I wish GRRM acknowledged that more, explored that more....)

Mesle writes, “men with [...] dreams get to indulge their wish fulfillment and women get something like realism. Does this sound familiar, this insistence on making the space for male desire, at all cost?” I don’t dare write how I think this applies to the books, so I’m just gonna leave this quote here....

anyways...

I’m gonna talk briefly about the show now, but only because I would like to be able to look back on this when I have ADOS in my hands and I would like to celebrate all the things GRRM didn’t do. so idk, show negativity ahead? If you’re following me, you know I don’t like the show, so this shouldn’t be a surprise??

I think Mesle articulates why I’m not super excited about Jon/Dany on the show, even though I LOVE LOVE LOVE the idea of Jon/Dany in the books.

Game of Thrones played the oldest trick in the “men write about women” book and took its most beautiful, powerful woman, Dany — all her beauty and strength and feather-coated narrative power — and deployed her in the service of the male heroics she begins the episode by dismissing. The real story of this episode, read that way, what’s different between its beginning and its end, is that at the beginning Daenerys thinks that male heroics are stupid, and at the end she has pledged her troth to them. The real romance this episode works to celebrate is not just between Dany and Jon, but between Dany’s feminine power and the brooding male heroics Jon represents. [x]

When the show writers turn Dany into Jon’s helpmeet ... when D&D turn Dany into the Strong Female Character who must assist Jon in fulfilling his Destiny to fight the Night King**, I can really understand it when people say that they really hate Jon/Dany. I think that Jon/Dany on the show is something very different from what GRRM will write.

Like, as I’ve said before, I ship Jon/Dany as the culmination of ASOIAF’s greatest themes, and the show doesn’t do themes, and that’s why I feel very little excitement. But hey, Kit and Emilia are pretty, so I guess the visuals will be nice and I’ll enjoy myself. I can’t wait to have more ASOIAF books in my hands, and then gif makers can plaster ASOIAF quotes all over that tv show.

** poorquentyn was talking about how "the show needed a central visual reference point for the Others, a clear singular nemesis, more than the books do. GRRM has indicated that Night’s King is not coming back in the books, and anyway, he wasn’t the Others’ leader, nor even an Other himself, but a human seduced by their power. Euron’s the equivalent of that in ASOIAF, and it’s likely we won’t see the Great Other/hivemind/whatever else is lurking in the heart of winter until we, y’know, get to the heart of winter. That doesn’t especially suit the show’s needs, though” [x]. So it’s turned into this showdown between Jon and the Night King that ... just isn’t that exciting to me?

I want the terrifying Lovecraftian weirdness of the Other Realm, I want it to be horrifying, I want Jon and Dany alone on that darkling plain from the “Dover Beach” poem GRRM keeps referencing. that’s where I ship Jon/Dany, a united, fierce light burning so brightly in the darkness.

Not this ... Strong Female Character realizes she was wrong and falls in love and helps The Hero defeat the Big Bad.

I JUST LOVE WHAT GRRM CAN DO WITH JON/DANY OK, PLEASE WRITE FASTER GEORGE, PLEASE. PLEASE COME THROUGH FOR ME, GEORGE, I HAVE FAITH IN YOU. PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING BETTER THAN THOSE HACKS. I’M ROOTING FOR YOU, GEORGE!!!!

#/#//#///#////#/////#lannister thoughts #gender in asoiaf #jaime x cersei #cersei lannister #cersei meta #jdmeta #rape tw #rhaella targaryen #jaime lannister #jon x dany #dany x jon #i really hope this doesn't appear in search #i linked to DA just to try to keep this out of search #idk these might be unpopular opinions??

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friendliest-place-on-earth · 7 years ago

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Sprace Domestic Series (pt. 8)

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

(Part 3)

(Part 4)

(Part 5)

(Part 6)

(Part 7)

(AO3)

Well here we are, the last chapter of my Sprace Domestic series, and just in time too since school is just starting up. I’ll still be writing (I’ve already got some Javid oneshot ideas) but it might just be less frequent. That said, next time I do a series it will have an upload schedule. Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, it really means a lot! Anyways, let’s get this show on the road.

Side note: The movie “Storks” is referenced in this chapter and I highly recommend that you watch it because it’s really great.

Also, I don’t really know that much about the adoption process but I did some light research to help me out.

Be sure to keep your eyes peeled for some characters from other musicals...

As Spot and Race lay awake 2 am, three years after they’d gotten married, they await an eventful morning. They tried to get to sleep at around eleven but it seemed as though a mixture of excitement and anxiety had got the better of them.

“Hey Spot?” Race rolled over to face his husband.

“What?” Spot asked from underneath a pillow.

“What do you think she’s gonna look like?” he asked excitedly, bunching up the blanket in his fist.

“I”m sure she’ll be beautiful and the best daughter in the world.” Spot replied honestly, putting his head on top of the pillow. It had been a few weeks after they had received the call they had long anticipated, and the next day Spot and Race would be adding a baby girl to their little family. Race was busy imagining what she would look like and what she would be like as she grew up but was interrupted by a small sniffle.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Race asked as he pulled Spot in closer to him. He hugged Spot so that he faced away from him, allowing his husband to talk without being muffled by his shirt.

“H-how am I supposed to be a father?” he whispered.

“Is that what you’re worried about? Sean, there’s no reason for you to be afraid, you’re the most amazing person I know and you’re going to be a great dad. You take care of me and our friends when they need you and we’re all still alive.” Race said in an attempt to comfort him.

“Yeah but at the end of the day, they’re adults who can still take care of themselves and this is a baby.”

“Well we’ve done everything possible to prepare for this, we’ve read all the books and taken all the classes, even the guy who did our home study was impressed.” he placed a kiss to Spot’s temple.

“I guess you’re right, it’s just hard not to be worried about this stuff.” Spot sighed.

“Don’t I know it. I’m scared too but I just keep remembering that we’re going to be getting our daughter soon and that everything is gonna turn out okay.” as Race finished his mini pep talk, he wrapped his husband up in a blanket and scooped him into his arms. “What’re you doing?!” Spot struggled, but to no avail.

“We’re going downstairs and we’re gonna watch Storks.” Race said with finality, so Spot decided to comply and it wasn’t like it was a bad movie anyways. Thing is, they’d watched it every day for the past month and a half if only for the end scene. Spot was plopped onto the couch and Race put the movie in. The shorter man unfurled his blanket to allow the other to cozy up next to him underneath it.

“This movie is kinda stupid…” Spot mumbled from underneath the blankets.

“Spot how could you!” Race fake gasped, turning away.

“I still love you though!” Spot place a quick kiss on his husband’s cheek. Race turned back around to grab his face gently and place a kiss to his lips with his hands positioned in a way that Spot could feel the wedding ring on his cheek.

“I love you too ya dumbass.” Spot settled into Race’s side as the taller man wrapped an arm around him. They continued to watch the grand adventure that the two main characters, a stork and human, went on and they soon arrived at the final scene. It was of a bunch of couples holding their new children, and of course they paused on the two moms and two dads. “Spot are you crying again?” Race brushed the hair out Spot’s face to reveal that yes, he was indeed crying. “I just never thought I would see something like this in a movie.” He pressed his face into Race’s chest and held him tightly. They had received a lot of backlash from people ever since they had said they were adopting a baby. A lot saying that their child won’t grow up “normal” because she needs a mom or saying “she won’t know family values”. Of course the two tried to not let it get to them, but sometimes it was a lot and it’s hard not to give into it.

“Well look there it is, telling people across the world that what this is,” Race gestured between the TV and themselves.

“is normal. It’s a family Spot, and that’s what we have.” he smiled, kissing the top of his husband’s head.

“I just never thought that I would have been able to have a real family with anyone…” he whispered. Race pulled Spot onto his lap and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“Look at you now Spotty, a house, a dashingly handsome husband, kids.” Race laughed, tickling Spot’s sides.

“The whole deal.” Spot placed his lips on Race’s, then rested his head on his shoulder. They eventually slumped over on the couch and before they knew it they were asleep.

Race was the first to wake up, hearing the sound of their alarm clock from upstairs.

“Wake up babe.” he whispered groggily, shaking his husband awake.

“Wh- is it today?” Spot asked, regaining consciousness.

“Today’s the day!” Race hopped off the couch and went straight for the coffee pot. [Tbh it’s the only thing he can go straight for]

“So we’re leaving at…”

“10 o’clock.” the taller man finished.

“Alright.” Spot breathed.

“Hey don’t worry, today’s supposed to be a happy day remember!” he beamed brightly, handing Spot a mug. They busied themselves throughout the rest of the morning and soon enough, it was time to head to the adoption agency to take home their baby girl.

“I love you.” Spot said from the passenger seat.

“I love you too.” Race replied. They sat in silence for most of the ride, mainly because they were thinking too much for words to be of any use.

“Almost there.” whispered the driver. In a few short minutes, they were pulling into the parking lot of the building that had their daughter in there, somewhere. Once the car was parked, they immediately jumped out and practically ran towards the building. Spot grabbed Race’s hand in an effort to ground himself.

“Hi there, I’m Sean Conlon-Higgins and this is my husband Anthony and we’re supposed to be bringing home our daughter today.” Spot said to the lady at the desk.

“Wow, what an exciting day! I’m Miss McNamara and you’re just gonna have to give me two forms of ID for the both of you.” she smiled stiffly, which was probably a side effect of working long hours at this kind of job. Once it had been verified that they were in fact who they’d said they were, one of the people from the agency Spot and Race had been working with came up to greet them.

“Hello Eliza!” Race waved cheerfully.

“Good morning gentlemen, we’re getting her ready right now. If you’ll follow me, I’m just going to bring you to one of our rooms where you can meet her in more of a private setting.” she motioned for them to follow her, and the three of them walked briskly down the hallway. They went into a room with a few chairs and a small wooden table against the wall.

“Now, it will take a few weeks to finalize the adoption, but it’ll hardly seem that long compared to all the time you’re going to be spending together afterwards.” she smiled kindly. A few minutes after their arrival, they were joined by a woman holding a baby in a car seat.

“This is one of our nurses, Miss Zoe”

“N-nice to meet you…” was all that Spot managed to squeak out.

“I’ll set her on the table here and you guys can get acquainted.” she smiled warmly, gently setting her down.

“Just call if you need me but don’t worry, she’s healthy.” Miss Zoe exited the room, leaving the new family behind.

“She’s so precious…” Race whispered, lifting her tiny swaddled form out of the car seat. A pair of big green eyes looked back up at him, and her new father’s own started to well up.

“Hi there.” he said softly.

“I’ll let you guys be alone for a moment and I’ll be right outside.” Eliza quickly ducked out of the room and went into the hall.

“I’m your new dad.” he sniffed, letting the feeling of complete joy wash over him. Race held her close to his chest as she continued to look into his eyes, almost as if she was analyzing him.

“Sean, do you wanna hold her?” he looked over to his husband, who had a few tears going down his face.

“Yes please.” he opened his arms, taking the small child- his small child- into them.

“You can call me Papa, sweetheart.” he smiled down at her, being met with a small smile in return.

“Hey Anthony look! She’s smilin’ at me!” he said excitedly, keeping his voice down so he wouldn’t upset his new daughter.

“I can already tell she’s real smart.” Race said thoughtfully.

“Her face is so tiny!” Spot remarked, studying her features.

“Did you know how rare it is to have green eyes?” “Look how long her eyelashes are!”

“She’s got the chubbiest cheeks!”

“And the prettiest smile!” Spot and Race continued to fawn over the newest addition to the family.

“She’s absolutely perfect.” Spot said, his eyes welling up again. It was a very emotional day.

“She is.” Race agreed.

“I hate to cut this short, but I think you guys should take her home and get a routine going. You already know the dates for the post placement visits, it’s really nothing to worry about because if what I heard from behind that door is any indication, she’s in good hands.” she smiled and they packed their baby girl back into her car seat, ready to finally take her home.

“May I ask, what are you going to name her?” Eliza asked as they were leaving. Spot and Race looked at each other before giving an answer.

“Chloe.”

#newsies #newsies fanfiction #Sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #mod ind #this was really fun to write #I'm sad it has to end #but it must

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televinita · 7 years ago

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Zoo 3.01

I am rusty and out of practice so bear with me, especially since I spent 2 hours after watching just basically keyboard smashing and yelling "I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED."

Anyway, today's review format is subheaders with bullet points that are really more like single-idea paragraphs and only get longer as I go. This review is also based on my live-viewing notes and not fact-checked with a second watch.

Plot Partners: Abe / Dariela & Suspicious Clem

Abe became a doctor? Dariela has sketchy contacts Abe can't know about? They are kick-ass parents on top of all that, despite their own crappy childhoods?? I have no idea what's going on but I'm excited.

Is anyone going to explain how some dogs are apparently unaffected by the mutation or...? Is it because doggos are so Good and Pure?

What is this clumsy retcon that Clementine was obsessed with babies/dolls? She tried to take like 10 stuffed animals and zero dolls with her when they left Boston in season 1. I mean I guess she did risk her life to save a baby from murder crows, but... Speaking of which, looks like season 3 will finally be the year nobody has to rescue a baby after its mother is brutally swarmed to death!

Hot Rugged Action Hero Jackson (& Friends)

Hey so listen I'm going to need you to stop force feeding me this relationship because I am still not there yet. Maybe when I am there, I will enjoy the fact that you threw like 5 different types of my favorite shippy scenes into one episode, but for now I'm saying things like "Ctrl+Alt+Save this kiss for when I care."

I am super excited that Jackson can control lions With His Mind, though. Tell me more.

And give me ALL of the Primeval monsters. That prehistoric rhino thing was my 2nd favorite part of the episode. (and to be clear: when i say Primeval, I am referencing the awesome British TV show and its little Canadian sibling, not just an adjective)

Plot Partners: Jamie and/or Logan

I can't believe Logan is managing to annoy me even more now that he has hair.

This skulking loner Sarah Walker version of Jamie is not really doing anything for me, so if we could bring her warmer side back ASAP that'd be cool. (sorry fandom. please don’t throw garbage at me. /Pam Beesly voice.)

Although I do sort of like that she re-purposed Mitch's lab into her own computer science-y lab. That's something we should probably write stories about. Speaking of...

Backstory Tentpoles a.k.a. Fanfic Prompts

I could let you claim that Jamie banged Logan at some point in the last 10 years, or I could just go "haha cool I guess we're calling that wilderness trek and about 7 days on the plane dating now" and speak no more of this evil.

I love that it sounds like Jamie and/or the Ragtag Band Of Failed Heroes got to keep hold of Clementine for 2 or 3 years, at least, before she apparently got ripped away and spirited off by Max. I will actually die of pain right now if I try to even imagine what that change was like, but it's gonna be gold for someone to dig into. Several someones, actually; there is plenty of room.

Speaking of things that will make me die of pain if I try to think about them: Jamie going on multiple expeditions over the years to try and find him.

Particularly the one where she finds his glasses.

His bloodstained glasses.

#HELP THE DYING IS STARTING

F YEAH ALPHA SHIP

Actual reaction to That Scene: *rolling my eyes* "Jamie has all the opportunity in the world to meet more terrible men" scene right on cu- WHAT, WHAT THE JIMINIY JIGGERS IS GOING ON / NO NEVER MIND I DON'T CARE AND DON'T NEED CONTEXT.

I have too many feelings about this so mostly Imma spend them on other peoples' posts and/or gifsets, but my heart is in roughly 9000 pieces as it finally dawns on me that this being Mitch's dream = Mitch comforting himself with Jamie telling him it's going to be okay and she's going to find him = can somebody please call all the ambulances

...also I keep looking at the deep and somewhat disfiguring scars he’s got, and wondering how Jamie might react to them. These are significantly different from the usual barely-there scars fictional characters fret about; these are the kind of scars that force you to confront exactly what kind of nightmare horror pain this person went through and how maybe it's even worse than you ever pictured.

Billy Burke Proving Why I Spend Every Autumn Transitioning Out of Zoo By Tracking Down His Other Work

I am running out of brainpower and have none left to process this plot, so I will just say: as much as I hate that Mitch is surrounded by strangers upon waking up, and suspicious strangers at that, it is kind of amazing to see him like this. It's Mitch, but it's Mitch stripped of all snark and the command he usually has of any given situation, even when he's just blustering his way through it. It is all kinds of painful to see him confused, mistrustful, frustrated by his inability to communicate or even really understand what's going on. Mitch looking this lost and withdrawn into mental retreat is quite a gut-wrench.

(it's also really good mental fodder for hospital fic. I'm just sayin'.)

My Favorite Sideshow: Mushy Father/Daughter Moments

So...that girl with Mitch definitely looks more like Young Clem, which is the only consolation prize I have for losing our amazing original actress, and it would line up with Max sequestering her away and/or being involved with shadowy forces. But it would be interesting if they're setting up Badass Clem to LOOK like she's a sketchy Clementine imposter, but actually be the real girl who is angry and embittered by her circumstances, while IADG seems more than capable of making up fake nonsense to manipulate Mitch into giving up info.

That said, my tiny human heart is not big enough to hold the amount of pain there would be if the first thing Mitch found comfort in upon regaining consciousness turned out to be a lie. I need him to recognize his own kid. That bowed head / forehead nudge killed me even more than the dream sequence.

What's REALLY going to upset me is if one of the girls is like a...clone of some kind, so that they're both technically Clem, but not. Or one is part-hybrid. I feel strongly like part-human hybrids are gonna be a Thing. (Mind you, I usually am very wrong when I start predicting.)

tl;dr Mitch + Being A Mess Of Emotions About His Daughter is my actual favorite thing about this show.

In conclusion: I still have no idea what’s going on but I am excited to see the rest.

#cbs zoo #zoo 3.01 #episode reactions #JUST PULL THE TRIGGER AND POST IT TELEVINITA #YOU CAN KEEP PICKING AT IT BUT IT'S NOT GONNA GET ANY BETTER

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'Are u up?': Texts show cozy relationship between Paul Manafort and Sean Hannity

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'Are u up?': Texts show cozy relationship between Paul Manafort and Sean Hannity

“I feel all alone out there. Except for you and a few others, our side is not engaged,” Paul Manafort texted Fox News host Sean Hannity. | Alex Wong/Getty Images

Paul Manafort had a sympathetic media ally in Sean Hannity as federal investigators closed in and ultimately prosecuted the former Trump campaign chairman for a series of financial crimes and witness tampering, according to hundreds of text messages released Friday.

The exchanges — which a federal judge ordered unsealed and placed onto the public court docket — cover a period starting around the FBI’s summertime 2017 raid on Manafort’s Northern Virginia home and extending through the late spring of 2018, when the longtime GOP operative was gearing up for back-to-back criminal trials.

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Along the way, the Fox News host and Manafort engaged in many rapid-fire conversations discussing everything from Manafort’s criminal cases to Hannity’s on-air commentary that frequently targeted special counsel Robert Mueller and his prosecutors.

As news broke of the FBI raid on Manafort’s home, for example, Hannity wrote, “Please know you are in my prayers.” Manafort quickly replied, “Thank you. I need them. I feel so violated.”

Later in the day, Hannity wrote Manafort he was upset that “there are so many obvious crimes that are NOT being investigated” and added at the end of his message, “If you just ever want to talk, grab dinner, vent, strategize -whatever, I am here. I know this is very hard. Stand tall and strong.”

Hannity offered Manafort an ear on many more occasions, both to talk in private but also to appear on his primetime program to defend himself. They also frequently discussed what Hannity had just covered on air.

“I appreciate what you tried to do. Mueller is trying to intimidate me. The raid is just one example. I won’t let him succeed but it is very lonely fighting this fight. I feel all alone out there. Except for you and a few others, our side is not engaged,” Manafort texted Hannity a couple of days after the FBI raid in August 2017.

Later that same day, the former Trump campaign chairman referenced President Donald Trump: “The media is trying to split me with DT and family by lies and untruths.”

Hannity replied, “It is such a dirty game.”

Manafort offered Hannity real-time updates on his case, noting that in August he had hired new lawyers “who are junk yard dogs and will undo a lot of this injustice. But it is going to be a painful and expensive fight for me.”

Two months later, after Mueller obtained a 12-count indictment against Manafort and his longtime business partner Rick Gates on charges that included money laundering, conspiring against the U.S. and acting as an unregistered foreign agent, Hannity texted, “Hey You OK?”

Manafort replied several hours later, “Yes. Rough day but yes. Their case is totally BS. Wrong on law and wrong on facts.”

The two men continued conversing even after the federal district court judge presiding over Manafort’s case in Washington, D.C., imposed a gag order in early November on all the parties.

“They are still f’ing with me on bail,” Manafort wrote a week later. “Getting close. Once dine[sic] then we need to sit and build the plan[.]”

Hannity replied, “Perfect” and then “Sooner better” — prompting Manafort to respond with his desire for top Trump administration officials to intervene on his behalf. “Hopefully Sessions moves on new Spec Pros” Manafort wrote, a reference to seeing the attorney general open up a probe into the origins of the underlying Russia investigation.

On Nov. 28, 2017, Manafort told Hannity in a text that he was “right on tonight.” He then took aim at Andrew Weissmann, complaining that the lead Mueller prosecutor was “squeezing people to lie about me or be indicted.”

“Yup,” Hannity replied. “Disgusting. I’ll be in the cell next to u.” Another message sent from the Fox host 20 seconds later added, ”Exposing him is my great pleasure. Tactics disgusting. Can u talk yet?”

That conversation continued with Manafort mentioning he had just spent that Thanksgiving with his family but “aWeissman made an issue of that too.”

“Omg. What an asshole,” Hannity replied. Manafort responded, “Yep. My lawyer told him to chill out.”

Manafort frequently praised Hannity in their messages. In a Dec 7, 2017, exchange, he told the Fox host that his monologue “was the best summary ever of the case against Mueller and his team.”

“F him,” Hannity replied, adding “Disgrace” and “Are u up?”

The text messages also show Manafort helped connect Hannity with one of his lead defense attorneys, telling the television anchor on Jan. 24, 2018, to expect a call from Kevin Downing. “He will update you on what we are doing and how it connects to your reporting,” Manafort wrote.

Hannity a month later relayed a message back to Manafort from Trump. “I’m disgusted at this corruption,” he wrote in one message, following by “It should not happen in the USA” and “I can tell u Potus is disgusted too[.]”

Later that month, Manafort appeared blindsided by Gates’ decision to flip and cooperate with prosecutors. In a series of messages on Feb. 22, 2018, he told Hannity there was no way Gates would cave.

“Gates new lawyer is going to be fine. Gates is in for ling [sic] haul,” Manafort wrote in a series of typo-ridden messages. “Gates is totalky [sic] united with trump and m.”

Just one day later, Gates pleaded guilty to conspiracy and lying to the FBI. He also agreed to cooperate with Mueller prosecutors in exchange for leniency. Hannity reached out to Manafort. “WaPo saying Gates cut a deal. He gave you no heads up at all?”

Other messages from 2018 also suggest little respect for the gag order, with Manafort boasting of passing information to journalists, particularly those hostile to Mueller.

“I made Sara Carter a center point in my leaks motion reply last night,” Manafort wrote to Hannity, referencing a conservative reporter who appears regularly on his show. “My person has briefed her up,” Manafort added.

“She told me,” Hannity replied.

In the messages, Manafort exhibits or projects a remarkable lack of insight into how receptive the courts were likely to be to his legal maneuvers. Manafort appears convinced that U.S. District Court Judge T.S. Ellis is going to upend the tax-focused case Mueller’s team filed in Virginia. Manafort seemed to expect that the judge would rule that Mueller prosecutors pursued him on those charges without proper approval from the Justice Department.

“Ellis understands this point clearly,” Manafort wrote to Hannity on May 5, 2018. “He rules the way he spoke and this is part of his findings.”

“Ellis understands [Andrew Weissmann] took dismissed matters and created crimes that did not existed using smears and prejudicial illegal leaks to create a narrative upon which to indict,” Manafort added a couple of days later. “Coupled with illegal delegation by [Rod Rosenstein] we get to good end.”

The following month, Ellis refused all of Manafort’s attacks on the indictment. The judge also declined to address the leak complaints until after Manafort went on trial.

Manafort is serving a combined 7 ½ year sentence tied to his conviction in the Ellis case, as well as his guilty plea for the witness tampering and lobbying crimes.

Hannity tweeted a statement following the release of the texts: “My view of the Special Counsel investigation and the treatment of Paul Manafort were made clear every day to anyone who listens to my radio show or watches my TV show.”

An attorney for Manafort did not respond to requests for comment.

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