#and Marcus is my beautiful mess of a son I adore him so much

[lexidanger]

rolls in whispers but lexi do u have any wd2 headcannons oR remarks ir thoughts oR JUST SCREAMING SVREAM W/ME ABOUT THIS GAME ITS SO GOOD WHY ISNT ANYONE SCREAMING ABOUT THIS GAME

Y ES YES I WILL SCREAM WITH YOU AND USE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO GUSH ABOUT IT BECAUSE I ADORE IT SO MUCH

I’m just????? so proud of it???? because it did such a great job with so many different issues and presented them in a way that was just perfect and 100000% relatable to issues going on right now, from racial profiling, the corruption of law enforcement and escalation of tactics used to “pacify” protestors, literally all the issues that are brought up in game are directly connected to what we’re going through today.

not to mention everyone’s been wanting games with diverse casts and the diversity of not only the main cast but the rest of the supporting characters is just so effortless and natural?? (SEE DEVELOPERS IT’S NOT HARD AT ALL EVEN UBI GOT IT RIGHT) I mean look at this cast, we’ve got

Marcus, a black protag who is just an all around amazing person and is always looking to do positive things in peoples lives no matter the circumstance

Horatio, another black lead who braves the white washed world of being employed at one of these big name corporations so that he can help Dedsec in the long run

Sitara, an indian graphic designer who is the face and voice of Dedsec as a whole and is very much the glue that holds all these nerds together

Josh who is (very plainly stated) autistic and is always treated with the upmost respect and care by his friends and others, who’s never shown to be less capable than his friends (in fact he saves their asses more times than anyone else)

Wrench who most likely has bpd or a similar condition (not confirmed but it’s been very heavily hinted at) who’s past is presumably rocky and deals with it by taking down these awful institutions one explosive at a time

and Ray, a protag from the last game who’s basically passing the torch to this new generation of amazingly bright young hackers and wants more than anything to help them fight for what they all believe in

this isn’t including the countless LGBT+ characters and settings populating the game and the black openly trans councilwoman who’s surgeries were leaked to the public but the people who did so are ALWAYS shown to be an awful criminal organization and nothing more

besides all of that it’s just a fun game? the #Aesthetic is on point, and not only is the writing/dialogue hilarious, whoever wrote it has some serious nerd cred and i adore them for putting actually legit nerd speak in a piece of media without it coming off as forced or fabricated

god I just live for these characters and this family they create and how they’re all so devoted to doing the right thing no matter what. between the plot and characters i dont understand how it got swept under the rug when this is finally a story about US

aND IM SO PUMPED FOR THE CYBERPUNK UPRISING LETS BLOW SOME SHIT UP

[mellowswriting]

Heaven

pairing || Marcus Pike x Reader

summary || Marcus comes home to his wife and son and can’t believe how lucky he is

word count || 1,390

warnings || pregnancy and labor mentions

a/n || Dad!Marcus has me so soft and in absolute love, I could die rn. Enjoy this barely edited, borderline incoherent mess of domesticity and love

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Marcus couldn’t wait to get home. Each day the moment four o’clock rolled around, he shoved his paperwork into his bag and practically bolted for the door. It had become routine for him in the past two years. Ever since he moved in with the love of his life, ever since he had someone waiting for him with open arms in the warmth of their home. His excitement had become a sort of a joke around the office - his coworkers could almost countdown the seconds before his office door opened and he speed-walked to the elevator with a soft, goofy smile on his face. They were happy for him, of course, but they ribbed him for it anyway. That excitement only grew in the last few months, ever since the two of you brought home the tiny baby boy you had been expecting. Marcus had taken to fatherhood like a fish to water. Sure, he was exhausted but his life was full. This was how he had imagined his future - a wife that he adored and who adored him, kids, a home. But god was it even better than he ever thought it could be. 

The front door opened slow and quietly, a habit he had gotten into after the first time he came bounding in and woke up his son, earning an almost terrifying look from you. With his shoes toed off and his keys set on their hook, Marcus went into the living room, surprised that you weren’t curled up on the couch with your son like usual. He perked up when he heard your voice from the kitchen, too low to make out what you were saying. The sight of you in the low light quietly singing to his child cradled against your chest...he almost had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. You had your cheek pressed to the top of his head, eyes closed as you swayed. 

Marcus leaned against the entryway of the kitchen with a soft expression, not wanting to interrupt the sweet moment between the two of you. You had been an absolute goddess through it all - pregnancy, labor, wading into the depths of new parent life. You held him in the dark of night when he whispered his fears to you, that he wouldn’t be a good father, that his child would grow to resent him. The gentle way you confessed your own fears, that you would somehow mess up the sweet boy growing inside you. The way you calmly and easily dismantled his worries as you rubbed his hand where it was pressed to your belly. The way you melted into him when he did the same for you. The strength and resolve you held throughout your labor, even if you did almost break his hand in the process. Your headstrong resolve as you worked through the struggles of breastfeeding for the first time. Marcus never thought he could love you more than he already did but you proved him wrong. Every new day of your journey together into parenthood proved him wrong. 

You gave him so much more than he ever thought he could have. His son was beautiful, his home was full of warmth and laughter, and his heart overflowed with the affection you gave him. Marcus had no idea how the hell you managed it all, taking care of his child and his home, giving him everything he could ever want. Once you had told him that he was what fueled you. His praise, his reassurance. He listened to your fears and your anger, he kept you from spiraling when it all became too much. Marcus loved you. He loved the life you had built together, so much that it almost drowned him. 

The overflowing emotion in his chest made him completely miss that you were giving him a mirrored look of affection that stole the very air from his lungs. He pushed himself off the wall and settled his hand on his son’s back, marveling at the way his mouth formed a little ‘o’ as stared up at his mother. Everything this kid did just amazed him, every smile, every burp, every time he met his father’s eyes. How had he gotten so damn lucky?

“How was your day, sweetheart?” You asked, your voice low and rumbly in the most delicious way. 

“It was good. Missed you two so much, though.” Marcus said before pressing a kiss to his son’s head and then to your lips. “How was everything here? Did Oliver eat well today?”

You hummed an affirmative as you kissed him again. Marcus smiled into you, his hand cupping your cheek to angle you and pull you closer. A sudden wriggle between the two of you had Marcus pulling back to coo down at Oliver, who seemed to finally realize his father was home. The sound of the oven beeping almost had Marcus pulling away from his move to hold his son but you stopped him and settled the squirming baby in his arms. 

“Honey, let me get it. You’ve been doing this all day, you deserve a break.” Marcus tried but you hushed him. 

“Ollie missed his daddy and I know you want cuddle time.” You slid on the oven mitts and pulled a steaming pan from the oven, smiling at the excited noise Marcus made. “I know, I know. You don’t want me worrying about dinner and all that, but I had the urge to make lasagna.” 

“God, I love you.” Marcus whispered as he pulled you close by your hip and planted his lips to yours excitedly. There was nothing you loved more than the sight of your husband cradling Oliver in one arm. The fact that he had his other arm around you made it all the better. 

“I love you, too, Marcus.” You pecked his lips over and over in rapid succession, before pulling away to get plates down. 

After dinner was eaten and Oliver was fed, Marcus tutted you away from the sink to wash the dishes as you put your son down for the night. It was a godsend that he was mostly sleeping through the night now, giving you much needed time with his father. You were already in bed with a book in your hands when Marcus came upstairs and he checked the baby monitor before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Really, another romance novel?” Marcus let out a surprised chuckle when you smacked it against his chest lightly, his hands going up in surrender. “Ah, okay! I won’t make fun of your weird novel choices again, I promise!”

“Mhmm,” You hummed as you plopped the book on your nightstand before turning to pout at him. “C’mon, I want to cuddle you.”

Warmth bloomed in Marcus’s chest and flooded through his entire body and he immediately stripped down to his boxers and white undershirt. He pulled the blankets back and slid in next to you, a happy sigh escaping you both as you settled your head against his chest. Marcus queued up the latest episodes of the show you were binging together, trying not to shiver under the way your fingers traced random patterns against his chest. He dropped the remote to settle his hand against your thigh that you settled across his lap and rub up and down your bare skin in languid strokes. This was peace, utter heaven. 

“You can’t see the TV when you lay like this, silly.” Marcus said softly, gazing down at you with a look that made you smile. 

“I prefer this view.” You said simply and leaned up to kiss him.

“How did I get so lucky?” Marcus whispered against your lips, his brows furrowed over his tightly closed eyes. 

You rubbed at the crease between his brows with your thumb. “We’re both lucky, my love. Now go on and watch your show so I can enjoy my view.”

Marcus let out a sharp laugh but did just that, a light flush to his cheeks under your loving gaze that only intensified when you trailed your fingers over the planes of his face. He took your hand in his, placed a kiss to the middle of your palm, and let you continue your gentle touches. 

Yeah, he decided. This was heaven.

[bellamyblake]

Headcanons for Bellarke the day before their wedding day:

Bellamy proposes to her two years after they start officially dating, fortunately for the whole camp and especially the delinquents, who cheered louder than everyone else once they found out; 

both clarke and bellamy weren’t that much concerned with being married, they knew what the relationship meant to the other, they were aware of how strong it is and that it wasn’t going away; ever; but still, even despite this, clarke found him proposing quite adorable, especially since he’s taken her out to her favorite spot a few miles from arkadia, near the river, under an enormous old apple tree that threw it’s shadow all over them; 

so, when the others find out and preparations start, it’s quite the nigthmare for both bellamy and clarke; the delinquents are quite excited and they promise to help;

the only problem? they helped a little too much; monty was in charge of the flowers, jasper was brewing more moonshine than the ark population could consume and raven was fitting perfectly in maid of honor duties, pestering clarke for the time and place, the tables, the grounders that should be invited; it was quite honestly, a bit of a hell for her;

bellamy was no better, though; they decided they’ll split the things they have to do between each other and he was busy going hunting and making sure they have enough food to feed a hundred people and the whole of arkadia; he also travelled to polis, to find the best seeds for the flowers monty wanted and even planted them himself just outside their camp; 

clarke got to see them grow before her eyes and watch him water them and her heart bloomed as they did, every time she glanced at the spot, even though bellamy was trying to keep her far away from it; “You need to be surprised at least a little bit, princess!” he joked as he kissed her cheek and pressed her to his chest;

abby and raven were in charge of the dress and even though bellamy tried to help them”My mother was a seamstress, I know a lot about mending clothes!” he kept saying but they wouldn’t hear it; he even tried pestering Marcus about it, knowing he took them to a few of the old bunkers in search of the right materials, but he didn’t bend; 

the night before the wedding was supposed to take place, he was sleeping at Miller’s place (as he was the best man) and clarke was at their cabin with raven and her mom; they’ve both refused to have what was called a bachelor party, instead they threw a big gathering for all of the 100 a week ago and everyone but  bellamy had gotten extremely drunk;

bellamy was antsy because he’s only seen clarke at dawn this morning, when she sneaked out and they had a heated kissing session outside the gates; it was after dinner now though and he was honestly dying; they’ve been separated enough in their lives and he hated that he had to be away from her for even one night, despite it leading to one of the best events of his life; 

Miller tried calming him down but when they’ve gone to bed and he couldn’t find his place in the cot, he had stood up and headed outside camp near the garden he’s grown for her; 

he was surprised to find her there, in her nightgown, unable to fall either and he quickly envelloped her in his big arms; 

“Hi, future husband” she says, placing a gentle kiss on his hand;

“Hi, future wife. Enjoying my garden?” he jokes and she nods with an even bigger smile on her face; the place wasn’t as colorful and as full of flowers anymore, because raven and monty had picked most of them so they could decorate the big arkadia mess hall for the ceremony tomorrow; 

clarke leaves his embrace but only so she could lean down and smell one of the petunias still standing untouched; he joins her and intertwines her hand with his; she shares with him that it seems too empty now, too...dead; that if she knew it would be like that, she would’ve asked raven not to pick them;

he promises her that night, he’ll make her another garden full of every flower her heart desires;

fifteen years later when she’s just given birth to their fourth child and he’s recovering from a broken leg, she finds him outside the gates, his hands deep in the dirt, sitting quite awkwardly so it wouldn’t hurt too much, planting new seeds and cleaning up the weeds; 

“Hi, husband” she greets him, carrying their newborn son in their hands, the three other girls jumping and running not too far behind her; he stands up with a bouquet  in hand and kisses her;

“Happy anniversary, my beautiful wife”;

[queenofallcorgis]

Screw It

Summary: Wedding planning was completely overwhelming. The right color flowers, the right number of forks, the right order of the ceremony. Was it even worth it? They just wanted to be married, all that other stuff didn’t matter.

Warnings: Very, very, very slight mention of suicidal thoughts in the past

It was almost depressing how often this happened. Phil shut the door behind him and paused, listening for either the sobs or the shouting. The sound of sniffles and heavy breaths made him sigh and he placed his keys in the tiny bowl on the nearby table. “Dan?” He called out. “You okay?” “It’s all going to shit!” He flinched at the angry snarl and turned the corner to walk into the living room. Dan looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes and his hair a frizzy mess. His clothes were wrinkled and he had obviously slept in them. Their wedding binders and samples were spread all across the tables and couches and. “I’m sure it’s just-“ “Apparently the DJ had to quit because it is his niece’s baptism on the same day. Does a baptism need a DJ? Isn’t that a morning kind of thing anyway?” Dan ranted, waving his hands wildly as he spoke. “Then, the bakery calls and apparently strawberries are out of season so they have to charge more than they originally quoted. Can you believe this shit?” “The wedding is three months away. We can figure something out,” Phil stepped forward and Dan wrapped his arms around himself. “This is supposed to be perfect! In the time since we’ve started planning we have had to talk to multiple tux places because they wanted to uncharge us a ridiculous amount for tall sizes. Your cousin threw a fit because we didn’t have any vegan options on the menu and then someone else got upset because they wanted to special order something to eat. Then, the venue double booked and we had to scramble!” Tears flashed in Dan’s eyes. “It’s three months away but how much more can go wrong?” Tears started to trickle down his cheeks and Phil stepped forward to wrap him in a long hug. He let the younger man cry into his shoulder for a few moments before pressing a kiss to his temple. “It’ll be all right.” “But what if it isn’t Phil!” Dan choked out. “What if everything goes wrong and we just…” “What? Don’t get married?” Phil laughed and got a watery chuckle in response. “Because in three months we’ll be married. We’ll be husbands and all this crap will be behind us.” A few moments passed before Dan pulled back with a sigh. “Is all this crap even worth it then?” “No.” The look on Dan’s face would have made him laugh if it didn’t look like he might have been killed in response. “I mean, all of this is secondary. In twenty years we aren’t going to care what our colors were or what flavor of mint we put in those stupid little boxes. We’ll just remember that we promised to be each other’s everything,” Phil smiled and got a kiss in response. “Then…fuck it.” “What?” Phil laughed, his smile fading when Dan looked beyond serious. “Fuck it! Forget flowers or steak and all that. Let’s just go to the god damned courthouse!” Dan finally looked excited for the first time in forever. “You’re serious?” It was impossible not to get swept up in Dan’s enthusiasm. “Yes! Let’s go to the courtroom right now!” He bounced on the balls of his feet. “We already have the application. We can get married today.” The excitement melted into a soft warmness as Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck. “We can get married today.” “Then why wait! Let’s get married!” Phil kissed him again and pushed on his shoulders. “What the hell do you wear to a spur of the moment wedding?” “Whatever we want! None of your cosplaying stuff,” Dan warned. “Go get changed.” He felt almost giddy as he walked into their bedroom. They still kept the other bedroom as Dan’s, mainly just to store his stuff. As soon as he got in front of his closet his mind went blank. What was he going to wear to his own wedding? They had planned on matching tuxes but obviously those weren’t going to be ready for another two months. His hands flipped through his clothes quickly before he settled on something, a grin spreading across his face. The golden suit jacket from the BONCAS slid over his shoulders, settling nicely as he smoothed out the fabric. It was such a beautiful night. It was the night that all their hard work was recognized. It was the night Phil proposed in their living room, still in their suits and still buzzing from the thrill and champagne. He stepped back into the living room and burst out laughing. Dan was wearing his own dazzling disco ball suit jacket, looking so much like he had that night except for his soft curls now. “You dork,” he giggled, kissing him deeply again. They swayed together for a long moment before walking out to meet the taxi Dan had called hand in hand. “Where to boys?” The driver asked, glancing back at them with a kind smile. “To the courthouse please,” Phil smiled back and squeezed Dan’s hand. “We’re on our way to get married.” “Well congratulations to you both,” the driver chuckled and started the drive. They remained quiet most of the time, smiling at each other and squeezing each other’s hands. In almost no time they found themselves outside of the courthouse. They thanked the driver and then walked up the stairs hand in hand. Phil knew they must have looked ridiculous in their sparkling suits at three in the afternoon but he couldn’t care less. He didn’t care about the bare walls or disinterested staff. He didn’t care that they spend almost an hour filling our paperwork and waiting. He didn’t care that they were actually given a number and had to wait for the judge to call them back. He didn’t care because they were getting married today. “Number thirty-four?” A woman called and they jumped to their feet. Phil surged forward, tugging Dan behind them as they stepped into the judge’s office. “Hello!” The judge was an older kind looking man. “You must be Philip and Daniel. My name is Judge Marcus Lewis.” “So nice to meet you,” Phil enthused and shook his hand, followed by Dan. “I understand you are here to apply for a marriage license?” Judge Lewis glanced up. “Oh, we’ve already done that. We’re here to get married today,” Dan gave Phil an adoring look and butterflies fluttered in his stomach, feeling so similar to how he felt when they spent hours talking over Skype all those years ago. “Fantastic,” the judge beamed. “I love weddings! So, this is how this works. You can choose to make this quick and I’ll just say the words or you can say a few words yourself.” “I’d like to say something I guess?” Phil turned to him, taking his hands. “Do I go now?” “If you’d like,” the judge nodded. The silliness and joking faded the moment Phil met Dan’s eyes. He had never though that just responding to a twitter DM would have him standing across from the love of his life. Any thought he might have had in his mind faded away and tears flooded his eyes. “You haven’t even said anything! Don’t start crying now,” Dan laughed, sounding choked himself. “It all just hit me,” Phil wanted to wipe at his eyes but couldn’t bring himself to pull his hands away. “So…the day I met you was the best day of my life. You inspired me to follow every dream I had. You stood by me and fought for me. When things were dark you were my light. When I was scared you were there to comfort me. When I…questioned myself you were sure. Everything good in my life is because of you.” Tears streamed down Dan’s face and his eyes were overly bright. “You son of a bitch. How can I follow that?” “Shut up,” Phil rolled his eyes but shrugged his shoulder to wipe his eyes against his jacket. “I meant every word.” “Okay, let me try now…I was scared and alone when I met you. You gave me the courage to try and…you saved me Phil. I don’t know if you knew how many times you pulled me away from that ledge but you did,” Dan’s voice cracked. “You make me so happy, every day I’m happy because of you. I want to spend the rest of my life being happy with you.” Phil didn’t even care that he was openly crying now. “Do you two have the rings?” The judge asked after a moment, breaking them from their moment. “Oh…no,” Dan paused, knowing that their rings were supposed to come in two weeks before the wedding. He frowned before shrugging slightly. “But do we need them?” “Not necessarily,” Judge Lewis smiled. “We can just continue with the vows.” “Let’s do that,” Phil took his hands again. “Do you, Philip Michael Lester, take Daniel James Howell to be your lawfully wedding husband?” He looked at Phil and a sudden gravity hit him. This was the moment they would make this official. This was the moment their lives changed forever. “Of course I do,” he paused, knowing this was the moment he should slide the ring on. Instead he lifted Dan’s left hand up and kissed over his left ring finger. “And do you, Daniel James Howell, take Philip Michael Lester to be your lawfully wedded husband?” He turned to Dan who nodded frantically. “Oh, sorry. I do, absolutely,” he repeated the kiss to Phil’s finger. “Then I proclaim you husband and husband. You may kiss your groom,” he laughed as Dan surged forward and kissed his new husband deeply. They grinned into the kiss and Dan shrieked as Phil dipped him back. Hours later they sat on the couch, legs intertwined, with a box of pizza open in front of them and a glass of wine in each hand. “Hey, open up,” Phil held a piece of the pizza in front of him. “I didn’t get to feed you a piece of cake.” “If you smash the in my face I swear to God I’ll divorce you,” Dan glared. “I would never do that to my new husband,” Phil teased, drawing the word out. He hoped that Dan’s eyes never stopped lighting up at his new title.  

[jmedfilms-blog]

One of my favorite movies,but it’s too painful to watch again

Title:”The Hunt” or “Jagten” (Danish original title)

Director: Thomas Vinterberg

Year: 2012

This was another one of those movies where I jumped into it complete blind besides knowing Mads Mikkelsen was in it. I think it was the first movie I watched staring him, I was used to watching him on NBC’s “Hannibal” (Which by the way, I know this is a movie blog but if you haven't watched that, DO IT! It completely ruined tv for me, meaning my expectation are too high now thanks to a genius man named Bryan Fuller.) I heard that it was one of those movies that must be seen at least once and so far that’s how many times I’ve watched it, just once. I had to stare at cartoon for a couple of hours after this because my god, it took me on a crazy emotional roller-coaster. It was totally worth it, my respect not only grew for Mads Mikkelsen’s amazing acting abilities but for the Danish cinema which is something I wasn’t too familiar with.

The story is set in a small town in Denmark, where a kindergarten teacher resides named Lucas. He’s a sweet, kind man and loves what he does working at the small school. He’s divorced and is having a hard time getting custody of his teenage son named Marcus. Lucas life isn’t all negative news, he forms a relationship with a woman named Nadja that works at the school, she then moves into his home. Lucas best friend’s little daughter attend his school and one day she kisses him on the mouth, he immediately in a kind manner explains to her why that’s not okay. This is where everything gets really intense, so if you want to avoid spoilers skip to the next paragraph please! The little girl who kissed Lucas is named Klara and Klara has some little brothers who showed her a picture of something she wasn’t supposed to which is an erect penis because they thought it was funny. Klara is upset at Lucas for not accepting her love and her overactive imagination creates a terrible lie. Klara draws a picture of what her brothers showed her at school, the kindergarten director sees it and then little Klara basically makes it sound like Lucas exposed himself to her. It all spirals out of control then, the lie starts to spread and Klara creates a story of the false incident that throws off the whole community. To make things worse, other kindergarten students are coming forward with accusations against Lucas. Lucas tries to talk to his best friend Theo, who is the father of Klara to clear up these lies but he doesn’t side with him at all. Theo says that his little girl would never lie and from there Lucas life becomes even more hellish. The town starts to persecute him, everywhere he goes. His home starts getting attacked and spoiler alert: they kill his adorable dog, Fanny! Towards the end, some things start to come to light. The other kids who made claims that Lucas would take them down to a basement, are proved to be all a bunch of lies because Lucas doesn’t have a basement at his home. Lucas innocence is proved and the charges against him are dropped. Klara eventually sees what she has caused and tries to clear everything up but it’s too late to erase the lie that tainted Lucas reputation forever.

The way this movie was directed and made to look is simple, like it should be considering the tough story. You get to see some beautiful scenery of Denmark like the church and the place where Mikkelsen’s character lives at which is also very nice. However, almost none of that matter besides it being important to Lucas background because the way the story grows steals the screen completely. Thomas Vinterberg said the main problem with this film was making Mikkelsen look like a normal guy. In his own words he “…Wanted to dress him down a bit, because he’s so incredibly handsome. It might be because I’m a little bit jealous.” Mads is mostly known for his work as villain’s such as Le Chiffre in “ Casino Royal”,Dr. Hannibal Lecter in my favorite show and recently as Kaecilius in “Doctor Strange” but in his country of Denmark this is different. He’s known for many other roles that showcase his ability to act in dramas, romantic films and even comedy.  If you have only seen his as a villain, I recommend starting with this film to see that he doesn’t deserve to be type casted in the US. The little girl who plays Klara, Annika Wedderkopp, huge kudos to her because this is not an easy role at all for a seven year old girl to portray. Many see her character as a villain,some even said they hated kids after watching this film but what people need to understand is her character isn’t a mastermind. She is only a child who in her mind said started with a little lie, causing her to unintentionally hurt many around her when she started being interrogated.  No child abuse case or accusation is simple and it will never be, this movie does an excellent job of showing what happens in the world around them when it occurs.

I couldn’t help but to feel for Lucas, the act of just reading about false accusations cases that have caused people to serve jail time, pains me immensely. If you have ever wanted to save a character, this movie will give you that desperate need to reach inside the screen and save Lucas from this mess. I don’t know how this film only got one Oscar nomination, it should have won and got many awards but that may be my love for this actor just speaking. Either way, I’m glad he got the best actor award at Cannes but this film deserved much more. It will make you think twice about giving kids a hug especially if you work around them like I do and it will definably keep you on edge the entire time. Get a yoga mat outwards and mediate, I’m not even exaggerating I’ve known guys who are “super manly”, not able to handle this movie. It’s that good and is a predictable, 5/5 rating for me.

Works Sited

Tatarska, Anna, Jesse Cataldo, Chuck Bowen, Budd Wilkins, Eric Henderson, Ed Gonzalez, and Julia Selinger. "Interview: Thomas Vinterberg on The Hunt, Mads Mikkelsen, and More | Feature." Slant Magazine. May 23, 2012. Accessed December 04, 2017. https://www.slantmagazine.com/features/article/interview-thomas-vinterberg.

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Jayne you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Marcus McKinnon!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

There’s a lot of people who are super excited to have your Marcus back in the mix! And reading over your application just made us really nostalgic and happy that he was coming back. It’s clear how much time and effort you’ve taken into developing his character, which really makes him jump out to us as someone we’d hate to do without in the roleplay -- and we’re so excited for you to explore some of the plot points that you’ve developed and take him further along in his journey! You’ve been missed!

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

My name is Melissa Jayne but I prefer to go by Jayne, I am 23 (blah - feel old), she/her pronouns please and I live in the GMT+1 timezone, United Kingdom.

ACTIVITY

I plan to be pretty active, keep up with activity requirements and interact with everybody. 7/10, because a girl needs to earn money and get her beauty sleep ;)

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

I was here before :)

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I don’t think I really connected or identified with any one character, I loved them all individually for different reasons and the books and characters were like a family to me. I loved Nymphadora Tonks the most, though I wouldn’t say I was anything like her - her ability to change her appearance seemed cool and she was clumsy just like me.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Marcus; /ˈmɑːkəs/; MAR-kuws Meaning>>  Dedicated to Mars - Ancient Rome        

Elliott;  /ˈɛliət/;  EH-lee-ət Meaning>>  With Strength and Right/ Bravely and Truly/ Boldly and Rightly

McKinnon; /məˈkɪnən/;  MUH-kin-on Meaning>> Fair Born/ Fair Son - Gaelic

FACE CLAIM

Garrett Hedlund!

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I have always loved Marcus, from the first moment I read his biography and realised that of course, Marlene would have siblings. I played Marcus as my first ever character here and I adored him, the character development and the interactions and the relationships I was able to create with him. I want a chance to work on him again, redevelop him and bring him into a new environment with a clean slate and a fresh start.

Call to mind a man in a nice, crisp suit, leaning back in an office chair, one foot up on the desk in front of him as he nibbles absentmindedly on the end of a quill. This is the image of Marcus that comes to mind whenever I think about him. He is professional, intelligence and shrewd, however, he has a softer side of him. He doesn’t trust easily but once his trust is earned, he is at your disposal. He is loyal to his friends, putting their needs above his own and he adores his sister Marlene. He takes his job very seriously but he enjoys messing around with his colleagues and building good relationships with them.

In Hogwarts he was always one with the clear head. He made sure his friends kept out of trouble and that his homework was done at least two days before it was due. He enjoyed playing Quidditch and ate chocolate eclairs by the bucket load. He passed all of his OWLS, the majority with Outstanding grades, though he never bragged about them and instead, celebrated the grades of others and encouraged his friends out of their disappointment. He can be a little bit of a smart arse, which often gets him playfully punched or whacked with a pillow. He has also been known to sulk about little things and hold grudges unfairly.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Marcus is heterosexual and I have no preferred ships for him, I like ships to form through chemistry and good writing. He uses he/him pronouns and identifies as a male.

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A FEW HEADCANONS

When Marcus was five, he fell into a lake on a family trip and almost drowned. His father dove in to save him. Ever since that day, he had been terrified of the water. he can swim, but if he can avoid it, he will do so with every fibre of his being.

Marcus has always been incredibly protective over his sister, and oddly, her friends. He saw them all as sisters that needed to be watched over.

Frank has been his best friends since they sat together on the train on their first day at Hogwarts. Despite their different houses, they remained close and by each others side. Marcus kept Frank out of trouble and Frank encouraged Marcus to cut loose every once in a while.

Marcus joined the Ministry because his father advised him to do so. He has never truly known what he wanted to do for a career.

A FEW POTENTIAL PLOT POINTS

Marcus’s old injury continues to cause his grief, effecting his combat skills and even his ability to tackle stairs. It isn’t until he collapses in front of Amos that he admits that something is not right.

Marcus tries to prove his worth and ends up making a deal with the wrong man, or the wrong Deatheater and he ends up in turmoil, struggling to get a grip on his life and career.

Marcus quits his job at the Ministry and lives off of his parents money for several months whilst he tries to scrape his life back together. A Ministry career had never really been for him anyway.

Marcus dies whilst fighting alongside his family, in the final weeks of the war. He dies knowing that he fought for the right side and as hard as he could.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

Marcus runs a hand through his hair as he ponders the question. His father is currently going bald because he runs his hand through his hair too often, especially, like Marcus, when he is deep in thought. “I honestly don’t know, every potion or spell I have ever needed has already been invented. Perhaps a charm to convert my thoughts into words without lifting a quill? Late night reports are a bitch for hand cramps”.

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“I would take Frank with me, without a doubt, partly because he is brave but mostly because if I didn’t, he would bitch and whine at me until I threw myself from the astronomy tower, simply to get some peace” he joked, though he sucked his lips as he thought hard on the next part. “A knife, probably, since there is some creepy shit in that place and if I my wand was knocked from my hand, I’d like to be able to defend myself”.

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“Ones that compromise my character?” he half asked, shrugging a little. “I haven’t had to make too many hard decisions, but I suppose if I had to decide on who to save between two people I loved, that would be an impossible decision”.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

He leaned back in his chair, clasped his fingers together on his lap and glances towards the ceiling as his mind repeats the question. “I… don’t know” he said quietly, his eyes slowly moving from the ceiling and back to the interviewer. “I guess I would hate for anyone to call me a coward… does that count?”

WRITING SAMPLE

He wasn’t entirely sure as to how he was keeping his eyes open, but he assumed it might have something to do with the three mugs of coffee that he had guzzled whilst changing into his formal wizarding robes. High Society, Pureblood gatherings were not his cup of tea, or coffee as it were, but as his mother had attempted to guilt trip him and eventually blackmailed him, he had had no choice in whether he attended or not. As soon as he had finished at the Ministry for the day, he had rubbed his tired eyes, groaned in annoyance as he had glanced at his calendar and remembered his obligation and headed home to his apartment to change.

As it always was, the social gathering was full of smartly dress men and elegantly dressed ladies, lavish surroundings that were no doubt decorated, polished and prepared by house elves and a banquet that was fit for kings, which many of those among the pureblood society believed they were. His mother and father had not wanted to attend and he had known exactly why - they hated these gatherings just as much as he and Marlene did. To make the night worse, as if that could be possible, he had barely slept in the past week and wondered several times if he was simply dreaming of being at a party, but every time he accidentally bumped into someone and they scowled at him, he was reminded that he was very much awake.

Nursing a glass of whiskey, he scanned the crowd for any signs of a friend, perhaps Frank or Lucinda, but neither seemed to have been invited or been inclined to attend that night. He wished he had been able to take his sister with him, though they would have likely been given the same glances that the Carrow siblings received any time they walked into a room together. Marlene had only recently been released from the hospital though and she was fragile in his eyes, so he hadn’t wanted to throw her into a room of stuffy Purebloods. When they were younger, they had sat in the corner and giggled as they mocked the other party goers, but it wasn’t the same when he was mocking them by himself and he suspected that speaking out loud to himself would only earn him a reputation of being ‘touched in the head’.

An hour passed by before he finally admitted to himself that he had had more than enough and it was time for him to leave. Finishing the whiskey in his glass, he placed the glass on a nearby table and headed for the door, swerving in and out of people as he did so, keeping his head down and his eyes averted. He could almost feel the eyes that turned his way and he moved through the crowd, but refused to look up until he had left the home of whichever Pureblood had thrown the party - he had completely forgotten and didn’t care in the slightest. Taking a deep breath, feeling the icy air fill his lungs, his head cleared and he breathed a sigh of relief, before taking out his wand to apparate home and share tales of his awful night with his sister.

Next time, he would let his mother post his baby pictures to everyone at the Ministry and be done with it.