#and her treats the old shit box terribly (he makes up for it because how *dare* cars put horses out of a job or something š)
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the tags roasting that old man in dragon fire ! Lol
Iāve said it before and Iāll say it again
21st century Merlin is an absolutely horrific driver. The worst.
#thereās never been a truer stamenent in the history of mankind#he drives with the ābrains of a donkey and a RBF that can be compared to the face of a toadā š#getting his driverās license was a whole other dilemma oh boy!#the devious old guy came in with more than 20 different costumes each correlating to a new test on the same day#of course the instructor turned down each one - not because she could tell they were different people no! - but bc Merlin stupidly forgot#to bring his permit for each one š¤¦āāļø#the engine lights on permanently im the tires are pretty much personified because they squeal and scream for mercy on the road#and her treats the old shit box terribly (he makes up for it because how *dare* cars put horses out of a job or something š)#āIāve never been in an accidentļæ½ļæ½ yeah yeah tell that to poor Freya whoās had to resurface at least three different Camaros from the bottom#of the lake!#this is such a good hc omg#so many possibilities for absolute crankiness#so much stupid stuff on merlinās record heāll never fess up to#like the time he got pulled over for driving drunk and tried to pull a trick that Gwaine taught him long ago with the bar keepers but#DEFINITELY wonāt fly with the 21st century police#LMAO#random passerbys recognizing Merlinās erratic driving like yes offICER thatās the man who nearly RAN me over yesterday and Merlin trying to#pull the āsweet old man look š„ŗā to no avail#just more Merlin being an absolute MENANCE on the road#bbc merlin#bbc merlin headcanons#merlin emrys
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Time Of Our Lives || Part 2
Part 2:
Tashi Duncan was a force. Everyone knew it. Everywhere Tashi went, a crowd of people gathered, seeking some form of contact with her. A brief conversation about her day, their day, the fucking weather. Just so they could say they talked to the Tashi Duncan. Liana hated her. She didn't hate her personally; she hated the fact that even at Stanford, everything revolved around tennis, and accordingly, everything revolved around Art Donaldson and his blonde curls. Art, who showed up at her dorm at unreasonable hours with a box of fries he didn't even eat but knew she liked, Art, who was at every party she attended, Art, who wouldn't stop babbling about Tashi Duncan. "Look, I just think she's not the right girl for him..." Right now, Art was lying on her bed, bouncing a ball while she was trying to finish a paper for her Intro to Economics class. "I don't understand why you're here..." she mumbled in response. Somewhere in the second week at Stanford, she had stopped fighting his presence. He refused to let go. Every scowl she sent his way only encouraged him to do stupid things like waiting for her after class to walk her to the cafeteria or calling her mom and casually asking if she knew why Liana stopped coming to his open practices (she never attended his practices anyway, the little shit was an unbearable liar who made her mom talk for half an hour about how you can't neglect friendships like the imaginary one between her and Art). "Because you didn't come to practice today. Again." He looked at her. "Are you back with James?" he asked casually. "You know his name is Jake," she rolled her eyes, realizing she'd been reading the same line for fifteen minutes and deciding to close her laptop. "Are you sure?" he asked with a half-smile, pleased that for the first time that evening, he had her attention. "Why do you care that Patrick and Tashi are together?" she asked. "I don't care. I just know Patrick, and you know Patrick-" "Do I?" she cut him off, causing him to squint for a second. "You know Patrick well enough to know how he treats girls. He doesn't take them seriously, and now he's with Tashi. He's going to mess her up and ruin her season." He shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing anyone had ever thought about his best friend. "Aren't you supposed to worry about Patrick's season, Art? Like the good friend you are?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Everything felt too charged with tension she couldn't figure out. "You didn't answer me about James. Are you back with him? He's kind of a loser," he changed the subject, not taking his eyes off her. "You're kind of a loser. Sitting in my room and whining about your best friend dating the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Get over your crush and move on. Use your blonde hair to find a hookup instead of bothering me while I'm studying." She turned her back to him and opened her laptop again. "And no, I'm not back with Jake," she concluded the topic, not wanting to reopen the wound of that relationship. Certainly not with Art Donaldson, who had started moving towards the door, finally getting the hint.
Liana put Patrick on speaker while she searched for her earrings. She had promised Daria (the only friend she had managed to find so far) that she would go out with her to the bar across from the university, and they would try out their fake IDs. Liana was sure no one would believe she was 21, no matter how revealing the dress Daria forced her to wear, how much makeup she put on, or how high the heels she wore were. No one with eyes would believe she was old enough to buy alcohol. "The referee kept making mistakes. I think Marcus paid him off. His dad probably promised the guy a new Aston Martin if I lost." Patrick, who had been complaining for the last ten minutes about the terrible game he had today, continued talking while she tried to apply lipstick as straight as possible. "I don't know much about tennis, but that sounds exaggerated, Pat." Liana didn't know what to say to cheer him up. The truth was that since the season started and Patrick decided he was pursuing professional tennis, Liana didn't know how to support him. "I'm telling you, something was off there." He spoke, maybe to her, maybe trying to convince himself. "I think you should call Tashi or Art. they would understand better than me what went wrong..." she said, wiping off the lipstick, the bright color felt too much. Like she was trying too hard to draw attention to herself to show everyone she was pretending to be an adult. "Oh, if you think Tashi hasn't already called me and told me everything I did wrong in that game while reminding me of all the mistakes from the previous game, you're wrong." He answered. She recognized the bitterness in his voice. "That sounds like a healthy relationship. you should write a book." She tried to lighten the mood, again not knowing how to help him. She didn't know Tashi, only heard stories about her, and currently, they weren't great. "Art will just keep saying I should have taken the Stanford scholarship like him and be with you guys in the beautiful college bubble, drinking beer from a keg." He continued, ignoring the jab about his relationship. "Imagine how much fun you could have had with me at Stanford, Pat. I'm on my way to use my fake ID at a bar. In heels and everything." Liana tried to do everything she could to steer the conversation away from tennis. "Whoa, Liana Levi, breaking the law. Who would have believed we'd reach this moment? What's your fake name?" he laughed, which made Liana smile. Something about hearing Patrick so broken felt wrong to her. It didn't fit the curly-haired boy who always tried to make her laugh and include her in everything he did when she was around. "Amanda Jacobs," she replied. Silence fell on the line. "Amanda Jacobs like Amanda James who went to boarding school with me and Art?" Patrick asked, and she could hear the octaves in his voice change. She already knew he wouldn't let this go. "I had to come up with something on the spot. I panicked," she defended herself as his laughter slowly became the only thing she could hear. He couldn't see her right now, but it made her smile even more, even though it was at her expense. "Alright, Amanda, don't drink and drive. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said after he calmed down. "Okay, Dad." She rolled her eyes. "You know I love it when you call me-" he couldn't finish the sentence because she hung up.
Art was sitting on her bed when she came back from the bar. Not only had her fake ID worked, but the bartender had also been hitting on Daria all night, so he kept pouring them free shots. It was safe to say Liana had never drunk that much alcohol in her life. "Am I imagining you?" she asked with utter seriousness. "What? No. I was waiting for you." He looked confused. "Are you drunk?" he asked the obvious while Liana tried to take off one of her heels and almost fell, causing Art to quickly get up and stand next to her so she could lean on him. "How did you get in here, Arthur?" she put her hands on her hips, causing him to look at her and flash his most charming smile. The kind that made all the girls melt. "Your dad gave me a key for emergencies," he said, without taking his eyes off her as he sat back on the bed and she approached him with clumsy steps, a little disappointed that taking off the heels didn't help her stability much. "Do you want to sit?" his tone was amused. He had never seen Liana so drunk. Almost every summer, they managed to sneak a few beers when Patrick came to visit. But it was never serious. "My dad gave you a key? You realize that's not normal, right? We need to talk about boundaries, Donaldson," she turned her head to him while he was already looking at her, just inches separating them as they sat next to each other on the bed. "Patrick told me you were going to a bar, something about a fake ID? wanted to see if you're ok" he said, not moving. A little afraid she'll be the one who suddenly moves away. He couldn't remember the last time Liana was this close to him. He didn't think she would ever get this close to him again. "Patrick is a snitch, and I'm not telling him anything anymore," she sighed and threw herself on the bed dramatically, spreading her arms, causing Art to do the same and land on her arm, closer than she would tolerate any other day. "I can't believe you didn't invite me. I'm disappointed," he tried to sound amused, but he was genuinely disappointed. By this point, he was sure she understood they were friends, that they were connected by such a strong bond that he sometimes doubted if he could ever unravel it. If he even wanted to unravel it. He just didn't understand how, while he saw her so clearly, she didn't see him at all. Sometimes he wondered if she even knew his name. Then he would see her in the crowd at one of his games, and the world calmed down; he always won when she was there. "You don't drink anyway," she noted quietly. The fatigue started to overcome her, and Liana's eyes closed on their own. "Hey, I do drink," he defended himself, even though they both knew he was lying. He tried to maintain his diet as correctly as possible, as fitting as possible for his athletic lifestyle. "I think Patrick is sad," she suddenly said, and Art felt his heart beating quickly. "How do you know?" he asked in a quiet, almost defeated voice. "Because when I talk to him, I'm sad too."
sooo, here's the second part. I think we're getting somewhere, but it's going to be a slow burn, so stick with me, I guess. I'm kinda clueless as to if you like it or not, so feel free to tell me what you're thinking ā¤ļø
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For your favourite FFVII character
1. Canon you outright reject
2. A canon or headcanon hill you will die on
50. A memory theyāve blocked out
HIIII! Thank you so much for the ask!
Ohi have so many favorites but my obvious top 1 is Vincent Valentine so here we go:
Canon you outright reject.
I have picked Dirge of Cerberus apart so many times because there's so many things I disagree with, specifically I think Vincent's crush on Lucretia derived from a promise he made to his dad about protecting her before Grimoire died. Lucretia never reciprocated but had a certain obsession with Vincent because he reminded him so much of Grimoire and in her head, she was responsible for Grimoire's death.
On that note, let Lucretia be unhinged. I refuse to accept she was this submissive, shy woman. She was one of the lead scientists of the Genova project! Let her be brilliant and have a fucked up sense of morality! Let her revive Vincent out of guilt but also because she wanted to see if the research Grimoire and her spend so much time on worked, and it did! Let her experiment on Vincent for the sake of science and her need to prove Grimoire's death was not in vain. Let Vincent's fucked up mind create a strange and not quite right version of her in his head that he faces and has to admit was wrong when he decides to let go. Let Lucretia be a human with objectives and goals that made her do things by herself beyond what the men in her life told her to! AHHHHHH!
Also I hc Vincent never slept with Lucretia, but there's a chance Sephiroth, Weiss and even Nero are his biological kids because Hojo (non-consensually) took his genetic material and threw it around like confetti because Vincent was the first experiment to be successful in 1) processing Jenova cells correctly and 2) Not dying. Although he could never figure out exactly what Lucretia did to achieve that (*cough* Chaos and company *cough*).
2. A canon or headcanon hill you will die on.
Chaos doesn't return to the planet after the events of DoC, but this time they have a better relationship with their host. Same goes with the others. Maybe Vincent is immortal and stays 27 forever and maybe he can or not decide when to die...
50. A memory theyāve blocked out
I think there's a lot of fucked up shit Hojo did to Vincent that his brain blocked out to preserve his psyche. I think Hojo treated him as an object, a test subject, that was his property before he was Shinra's, specially after Lucretia's "death".
For a while he blocked a lot of the things that Lucretia did to him as a test subject, too.
Do I think he remembers those things at some point with AVALANCHE? Yes, and its terrible for him so he sorts of puts it in the "not opening this now or ever" box in the back of his brain for a while but he eventually has to face it when recovering.
I think Cid helps him a lot with that. Sometimes Vincent can't even say out loud what happened to him in that basement but Cid makes sure to reassure him nothing Hojo did to him will make Cid leave or categorize Vincent as less than a human being deserving of happiness and respect.
I think that while Vincent has an almost Eidetic memory, there's a lot of things from his past when he was just Grimoire's son and then when he was Vincent of the Turks that he forgot about because of what he went through. But then one day AVALANCHE finds an antiques shop and Vincent sees a console phonograph and he remembers his mother (I hc she was a geologist) playing her favorite song and picking Vincent up to dance around the living room.
One day Cid gifts Vincent a polaroid camera and Vincent remembers when he would use Shinra equipment to take silly pictures of the other Turks instead of using them for surveillance.
Another day, when visiting the 7th Heaven for a reunion party, he walks to the old piano no-one knows how to play but Tifa used to dream about learning to play and just...starts playing. He plays the equivalent of Beethoven's Moonlight sonata's 3rd movement out of nowhere, claw and all, because he had forgotten besides learning how to shoot, his father was adamant Vincent had to learn to play an instrument perfectly to help his memory and coordination.
How about that time Vincent suddenly remembers his family was kinda nobility and super loaded and he's like "uh I think we used to have a mansion in Junon maybe we can find weapons and amunition in there?". And that is how Vincent finds Cerberus.
#excuse my yapping I have a lot of feeling and hcs about Mr. Valentine Jr.#vincent valentine#ffvii#I hc someone calls him that once Mr. Valentine Jr and Vincent sort of short circuits#ask game#my hcs
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I do gotta say tho, even tho Iām mad at aziraphale because heās being a terrible boyfriend like what you said about the āI forgive you likeā because WHAT. But also I really like the way the show really demonstrates the underlying cruelty of heaven and itās angels. Really shows the hypocrisy of a group of beings who are supposed to do good, especially aziraphale who really buys into the heaven propaganda, who hurts people, particularly the person who means the most to him. Because like you said he fully just takes advantage of that devotion Crowley has for him. Insane, this shwo makes me INSANE
I missed this anon and yeah! The angels were one of my favourite parts of the season, and I think the strongest element aside from Neil Gaiman deciding he's just a simple man who wants to put his otp in situations. They are deeply awful and I kind of love them. They are the exact kind of moralizing hypocrites who are callous and cruel precisely because they think being on team good means everything they do is justified and it's actually impossible for them to be in the wrong (they're angels! is it even possible for them to do the wrong thing?).
but!! To me, they also seem like they're basically kids? Obviously they're not literally children, but there is this very consistent reoccurring joke about how childish/sheltered/immature they are. Muriel is the most obvious example, but the archangels come off like bratty twelve year olds to her sweet little kid.
Gabriel is basically teenager in love flipping off his family as he runs away with his backstreet guy. Uriel is constantly picking at Michael, Michael is playing at being in charge like it's a game, and it's ridiculously easy for both Aziraphale and Crowely to trick them obvious half assed lies. They're not allowed to ask questions! The Metatron treats them like badly behaved kids out past their curfew. At any point an old man with a beard may pop up to scold them and send them home, and they're all scared of doing something wrong by his standards and getting in trouble with this guy who is pointedly not God but who lines up exactly with the pop-culture idea of god the father, and who offers Aziraphale, among other things, a respite from the hard work of figuring out what the right thing to do is for himself. It's fine! You don't have to question the belief system you were born into or make a painful break with everything you've ever known! Aziraphale has had six thousand years on earth to grow up, but the other angels have been sitting in a sterile white box playing "i'm not touching you" games with each other and filing paperwork.
And I think that's extra interesting because this season also really emphasizes:
Heaven has Institutional Problems
Aziraphale isn't the only angel who's unhappy in heaven. Gabriel and Muriel were both completely miserable. They just didn't understand that they were unhappy because they'd never experienced anything else.
Angels who aren't Aziraphale can change and grow! There's very explicitly Gabriel being changed by love and Muriel growing up a bit on earth, and from a more fan-theory angle there's also Jimbriel, who I think is probably basically Gabriel minus the war and six thousand years of playing referee for Michael and Uriel while unleashing an assortment of plague and calamities on earth because that's God's will! Buck up champ.
We also get Gabriel and Beezelebub talking about how their underlings basically live for Armageddon, "if you can call that living." This is so bleak. They've all been on a six thousand year time out just dreaming of the day they get to beat the shit out of each other until they feel better, but it won't work because eternity is just more of the box.
Anyway I think it's going in a distinctly eden adjacent direction. Aziraphale is going to tempt those angels with knowledge and the capacity for change. I have veered so far from your ask anon i'm sorry you're right heaven really went all out on sucking this season & while Crowley and Aziraphale are both fucking it up Crowley refrains from being spectacularly cruel to Aziraphale about it and Aziraphale should learn to return the favour. I forgive you!! I forGIVE you. I forgive YOU. "you can be an angel again" is actually a worse thing to say than "you're a demon. i don't even like you." when he finally picks crowley over heaven i'm going to lose my mind.
#good omens spoilers#good omens season two spoilers#idk it makes me sad that i didn't like the humans very much this season because i think ideally they're central to this whole how to be#a person question i also hope we get to see more of hell next season because i do think they're stuck in basically the same place#with a different aesthetic! and the stick being#thrown into a torture pit instead of thrown into hell#or like. mindwiped and locked in an office for all eternity#gabriel broke my heart which is embarrassing but when he goes from not even understanding what music is to experiencing#the simple pleasure of sharing a song with someone for the very first time and almost immediately hits repeat for eternity... baby. baby bo#i would also like more crowley! this was very much the season of aziraphale#which is fine but i missed him yelling questions at god and the bits where it seemed he really wanted aziraphale's opinion instead of just#wanting aziraphale to develop better opinions#next season had better be crowley wrestles with the universe i am telling you!!!#remember three months ago when i was like eh... another good omens season#i bet it'll be cute but i'm content with my book#i don't go here i said strapping on my clown shoes#seriously though i do think crowley is scared to admit to wanting to be good both because god rejected him and he doesn't want#to be a sucker for her (he is only interested in being a sucker for aziraphale)#and like. chase after something he's barred from and has already been told isn't for him.#and that's why it's so hard for him to admit even to himself that he too would be unhappy ditching earth#in ways that parallel aziraphale's unwillingness to let go of heaven as a source of moral authority and goodness#but the way aziraphale goes oh no! i cannot trust my own judgement and desires. They are suspect!#my judgement is that crowley is good and also funny and sexy. my desires are for his company and also his body#therefore the source of these desires is also maybe bad. i mean he's a demon. he's got to be bad#right??? but no. but i saw him do a good thing. but maybe i didn't? I should probably take a stance on this.#and he makes this crowley's problem until the apocalypse but then the second he gets the chance to cram crowley and his feelings for him#back in a heaven approved box he jumps at it in a way that requires just being WILDLY insensitive and dismissive of crowley's feelings#he's not just being a dick about their relationship he is being a dick about crowley as a person. and he should know better but is choosing#not to because he wants the easy out so badly. anyway i love him he was my favourite character all season no notes#good omens
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Joshua I called a ton of places today.
I even called HUD but had to hang up because the lady was snappy.
I need to move soon. This apartment is no longer conducive to my sanity and due to recent events like having to call BRPD and having some Latino guy threaten me in Spanish because I was stepped on my balcony and saw them hopping the fence...like they didn't live here I said nothing dude flipped out, the tiny Latino mother had to drag him away.
Earlier in the day two other families that don't live here were loud as hell hopping the fence...I called the office
They don't care as apparently "You're the only one who calls." Which isn't true.
My neighbor calls but she doesn't as frequently because of the fact her apartment layout doesn't get terrible noise.
Regardless this is nuts. I've been here 5yrs and it's been more insane than it ever has been at this complex.
I don't want to break no contact till I we figure out if that's safe but I really want to call my dad crying
This is too much for my brain.
I'm TIRED.
I'm so sick of this.
If the house wasn't filled with shit and my mom's house wasn't filled to the ceiling with boxes and literally all her rooms are full and she sleeps in a chair because she's paranoid she'll die laying flat.
So I can't live in my old mother in law suite because it's got holes in the ceiling and walls and has been sealed off for 8yrs with the cat boxes in front of it
Can't stay with mom even if I could get a room cleared out because of Esteban who I refuse to be around
I'm sick of my mom being so lonely and whining about how bad her life is. I'm sick of my dad doing the same
They don't care about me. They want me to go back to shutting up because of money
It's always money and never "hey our daughter is having hell how can we help her?"
But it's hard to talk to these people because they don't believe me they really don't seem to understand how my conditions are symptoms or whatever you want to call it works they don't understand that my brain doesn't work like theirs they don't understand anything I've told them because they don't want to listen to me and they Only Want To hear it from a professional and Even If the professional tells them that Sometimes they're like thinking that they somehow Know Better
Like my psychiatrist literally told me I needed to move and gave my mom some recommendations of places that were quiet and safe and she sent the places to my dad and he replied with oh is the psychiatrist a fucking realtor is he going to help her find an apartment and pay for it
And he just thinks I'm full of shit but he has not seen or been around any of it
He doesn't even know when I'm having APTSD episode or how to help me calm down or interact with me he just starts screaming at me which makes it worse
And my mom does the same shit she's a fucking charger nurse at a psychward and she does not do anything super kind like she pacifies certain patients but she can't even treat me that way and it's fucked up
I just need to move I don't know where the fuck to go I don't know where is safe enough for my parents and safe enough for me because even if I find a place it looks perfect they freak out because it's too much money or if it is the right price it's in a bad area so nothing I do is correct and it just feels like they're playing another game with me about well if you can't agree to live where we find then you get nothing at all and it's like they haven't even looked except for one place and that place is an apartment complex that is definitely worse than here From what I have heard from other people who have lived over there in the crime rate and the swat team sheriff that I have spoken Who said hell no don't go live over there
So I am at a loss of what to do and I feel like I'm going to lose my fucking mind soon if I don't get out of here
Like I'm kind of at the point where I don't know if offering to just empty my bank account and hand the cash to my father will fucking help anything or if he's just gonna be a Dick no matter what
And my mom was supposed to be helping but now she has new fantastic bills to pay because she ran up her credit cards and my father is also bitching about bills because he ran up his credit cards because he made stupid choices that led him to have his credit cards ran up
And I don't even have a credit card I have my debit card and I live on like $943 a month maybe Actually less than that because I generally keep 3 to $400 in case I need to bring one of the cats to the vet
I haven't even been able to leave my apartment and go to the fucking grocery store because I can't concentrate to make a grocery list and go and I can't go by myself and no one is available to go with me or talk to me on the phone while I shop and it's really nerve-racking in in ordering groceries sent me in to a crying fit yesterday because I couldn't order them because I took so long that they couldn't be delivered till today and then I ended up deleting the whole cart and sobbing and luckily I do have some food but This is not good Because I'm so hyper vigilant and I'm constantly in free state it's impossible for me to get myself moving to do productive things like leave my apartment and get groceries and other necessities of things I've run out of that I need to clean with and I need to get moving boxes
And I just I really hope that my parents aren't pulling another bullshit on me because II can't do this I cannot continue to be tortured by people
Like trying to call the housing people was hell like I was so nice and they were so rude and I tried to explain to them that I was disabled and they just don't care they don't need to be working jobs that they don't enjoy it's fucked up it's not fair
Like why do veterans get housing so easy and people like me can't I've been through worse I would rather have gone to war andstected bodies then dealt was what I've been through I'm so serious
So incredibly serious I would rather have been shot at in active combat then deal with all the crap I've been through because it's pretty much everything but active combat that I've had to deal with
I mean it's really that much
So why don't they have residential places for people like me or can I bamboozle my way into veteran saying so I have some more safe to live
Like what are my options and can we have a session at some point soon where we can do some homework and find somewhere for me to live because I am so scared I'm gonna end up having Just constant PTSD episodes and get worse I'm terrified that I'm going to lose touch with reality at some point because it's just getting worse and worse and I don't want to go to an inpatient facility.
Like I'm not a danger to myself or others currently but I don't know what's going to happen if I have to continue enduring loud bullshit while in a massive flare
Also I need to move because my hip and my knee and my entire right leg and body are killing me and my back is fucked up and no one takes that seriously like I can show them the damn imaging and they still don't understand that I'm in severe pain I just don't cry and wine and bitch about it anymore because no 1 cares
I just Try to block it out if I have no medicine
Like it's kind of comparable to disassociation I don't know how I do it but sometimes my brain can block out a large amount of pain without aid but it is really hard to manage when my PTSD is on fire and so my pain is worse and I am so tense and the crying is not helping that and this is just shit
So yeah I could really use some help I don't know what the fuck to do with my parents and they're bullshit I don't know how to magically get financially stable and away from them
I don't even know if salvaging any of these relationships is possible or if it's going to help anything or make it worse
I would love to see if I can get my answer uncles on the phone and see if they would be willing to sit in on a session and hear what you have to say about me because they don't believe me or understand me at all and I feel that they hold grudges for shit I don't even know what I did to them likeOr if my dad just spun stories about me
Like my aunt told me to leave her alone and never contact her again after I just asked her for help understanding some sort of account that my dad was bitching at me about that I didn't get
And she's worked for JPMorgan and other banking places says she would have known the answer and I can't possibly think that she decided to just go no contact with me because I asked about that
But she's a billionaire with several horse ranches and horses that cost more than houses here
And my first cousin who's a piece of shit got money to build his own house and they're so proud of him When he literally does nothing
And then on my mom's side I have another first cousin and he's in New York learning accounting and my aunt and uncle are in Arizona and there's super duper religious you need Jesus Catholics and they think smoking weed even for medical is bad and say thanks that I'm lazy and irresponsible and all this other shit and they know exactly how my parents act And they don't do anything to help me they don't reach out they don't offer for me to come visit nothing
They might listen to me or Talk to me on the phone for A Little While but otherwise they just Don't understand the Gravity of the situation or Care and I Don't Know what else to do
Like on my dad's side I have an older aunt but she's probably at the edge where she's going to be in a nursing home soon and I don't know what to do Because she is very stoic and she gives very short sharp answers and I don't know if she's drinking again or not but she's like in her 80s I think at this point so I probably shouldn't even bother her
And then my uncle that is a priest that is retiring in 2 weeks is drunk as hell and I can't even talk to him but he has a place in Biloxi that has 2 extra bedrooms andIt did drunkenly tell me that I could visit with him as long as I could deal with his cigarette smoke and I told him I didn't care and I would love to come visit if I had the chance and I don't even know if he remembers the phone call
Because yea alcoholism runs in the family
Surprisingly I don't have it I can drink like a normal person and then not drink
I don't know what to do I just feel really hopeless today
I needed to get so many things done this week and I accomplished it feels like nothing
I haven't even been able to clean up my fucking apartment because I'm so stressed out that I can't really move from where I end up sitting or standing or laying down I just freeze up and stand there or sit there or lay there for hours
About the only thing I can do is get my ass up and go get a burger and go to therapy right now and that's aggravating to me because yeah it's good I can get to therapy but I should be having this much trouble doing simple shit that I didn't have issues with before
And I don't think my parents quite understand how bad this is and they don't even know what to do because they don't even think about what they could do to help me they really don't they just do the bare minimum bullshit and I'm their daughter I'm their daughter by blood
And they care more about my sister they always have because she's the healthier one And she's engaged and she's the baby and she's the fucking golden child she can do no wrong even when she attacks me everybody gets tired of me talking about it but I can't quit going over it because it's still fresh
And no one understands this
Like I need someone to explain to my parents what kind of agony I am going through because they don't get it
I have been unable to explain it to them like a neurotypical person would
And they think that I'm a manipulative person that would have liked tricked you or something which I know damn well that that's not really possible Because I'm sure you work with people and so much that you can spot the bullshit. Also why in the world would I do that. Like my parents have thought that I have been manipulating therapist my entire life and they made me quit seeing people because they thought they were taking my side not theirs when I was younger and now it's just fucking chaos I can't fucking live in the stupid place unless it comes down.
I've tried to get my parents to look at some places in Spanish town because that would be OK because it's not very loud over there and I know there's some apartments that are affordable or they had some at some point that were
I mean basically what I'm looking for is a 2 bedroom flat or standalone property with a in unit washer and the ability to have my esa cats square footage I don't know if I care anymore but I was hoping for like at least 900 and something square foot
At this point at 37 I wish I could marry for the convenience and run the fuck away from my family or be legally adopted by someone who wants to help but that's insane to have to think about as options
I'm about to cry. I just want quiet and sleep and to function.
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Deadbeat Pt. 1
Lee Bodecker x F!Reader
18+ ONLY
Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut/masturbation (implied/mild), cursing, abandonment, infatuation, alcohol, cheating, violence?, mild housewife kink?Ā
Word Count: 4.3k
Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.Ā
A/N: Iām terrible at writing summaries and Iām so sorry about that! I donāt think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. Iāll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.
There are no tags on this one, because no one has specifically asked to be tagged on smut fics and I donāt want to make anyone uncomfortable!
I hope you all enjoy!
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āGet out of here Lee,ā you spat, pointing to the door he just walked into the bar from. āYou swore to Janie you wouldnāt touch a drop.āĀ
āCāmon (y/n),ā he said sitting at the bar anyways, a smug grin on his face, making you scoff.Ā
āI aināt having anything to do with you breaking your promise to that lovely woman,ā you say confirming your point. You wipe your hands on the towel that was hanging from your apron.Ā
āJack and coke?ā He asks, looking at you with eyes that would be endearingly puppy dog if it werenāt Lee Bodecker. You shook your head.Ā
āA coke it is,ā you say and he gives up trying for now. He regrets telling you on his last visit heād be swearing off drinking cause Janie finally threatened to throw him out.Ā
You slide a glass bottle of Coca-Cola down the length of the bar to Lee and he grinds his teeth slightly. The sugar was always his temporary fix. You also sent down his way a small bowl of roasted peanuts, feeling bad for the mess of a man.Ā
āSheās gonna leave me anyways,ā he grumbles and you shake your head, picking up on his attempts to illicit sympathy to coax you into giving him a drop of anything.Ā
āStop giving her a reason to Lee,ā you point out, gesturing with your hands to emphasize that he was in the same small bar on the edge of town he always wandered into on weeknights. Heād tell Janie he was on duty but heād really be down in this little box of a building getting drunk as a stunk.Ā
āSheās the one who gone and cheated,ā Lee said in an angry tone, not towards you, just at his situation. āThat Miller fellow living a few miles down from me. I see his truck parked outside my house plenty of times to know heās not just being neighborly.āĀ
āIām sorry Lee,ā you say with a genuine tone of sympathy. You felt for him and his pain. You knew the stress of the job he led and the pain of knowing the love of your life donāt love you.Ā
āSheās going to leave me,ā he says, staring intently at the condensation on the bottle in front of him. āIād been trying so hard for her and our marriage and sheās two timing with the neighbor when Iām out working.āĀ
āAnd the thing is I donāt even care if she cheated,ā Lee continued, āIād look the other way if I knew sheād be staying with me. But itās cause I know she donāt love me anymore. Thatās whatās hurting me most.āĀ
āMaybe yāall can work through this-āĀ
āThis was inevitable,ā he says, cutting you off. You donāt point it out, cause heās clearly distressed but normally youād have no problem saying to Lee āFuck you, let me finish Sheriff.āĀ
āDo you got somebody?ā Lee asks you. The question takes you back cause it wasnāt like the Sheriff to ask your about anything personal. He would come in, and youād shoot the shit, exchange small talk, maybe some harmless flirting for a larger tip, but that was the extent of it.Ā
āNo, not anymore,ā you say, having recently broke things off with your boyfriend. āI was seeing Arvin Russell for a couple months, but we just broke it off.āĀ
āYouāre too good for him anyways,ā the sheriff scoffed at the mention of the Russell boy and took another swing from his bottle of pop. āHow old are you anyways, sweetheart?āĀ
āTwenty-one,ā you respond, not thinking too much about the nickname. He had a habit of frequently using names like that when he talked to the women in this town. You think it started out as a tactic to win re-election and then it just stuck. He nodded.Ā
āYeah you two are around the same age,ā he said, more so thinking out loud than it being a statement directed towards you. āWhyād you break it off?āĀ
āBeat up my brother,ā you answered, āGranted, the little shit had it coming. Canāt blame Arvin after I heard how the asshole was bothering that sweet thing Lenora. But he just took it too far. Almost killed the kid. The boy saw red so I got myself out of the picture. You canāt be with a boy who does that to your kin.āĀ
Lee nodded understandingly. You didnāt interpret his actions or questions as genuine concern or interest in you, but that he was just asking you questions to distract from his marital woes.Ā
āIād do so many things different if I could be your age again,ā he chuckled in a self-deprecating tone. āIād sure as hell love to turn back time and have myself go down a better path.āĀ
āItās not just you, Sheriff,ā you reply after collecting money another man sitting at the bar. You nod as a goodbye to the man, and then curse under your breath when he doesnāt tip you. āAsshole,ā you mumble, tossing the few pennies into the tip jar. You walk back over to the sheriff and prop your elbows on the bar. āIām sure everyone is this town wishes the same thing,ā you say, trying to make him feel better.Ā
āIād love to just be your age again,ā he says with a sigh, and then pops a small handful of the peanuts in his mouth. āYoung, got your whole life ahead of you.āĀ
āIām not sure working in a place like this is setting me up for great things, Sheriff,ā you chuckle moving to wipe the bar in the area where that other customer left. āA woman working as a bartender is equivalent to just being a whore according to the eyes of the Lord... at least in this town,ā you laugh, using the towel from your apron to wipe the rings left behind on the countertop from the glasses.Ā
āArvin didnāt think so,ā Lee countered, trying to make you feel a little better about your position. āI donāt think so. Hell, people in this town are so uptight about things that arenāt their business. Youāre young, you need a job and you have one. Itās that simple.āĀ
āI wish more people in this town thought that way,ā you reply with a smile. āThat new preacher last Sunday-āĀ
āDonāt listen to that asshole,ā the Sheriff scoffed, and chuckled when your eyes widened at his derogatory words towards the preacher. āHeās a showboating son of a bitch and heās as phony as they come.āĀ
āThose ruffled shirts are the most pretentious thing I ever seen,ā you say, letting out a big laugh thinking about when he is giving a sermon in what looks like tacky prom attire.Ā
āPay him no mind,ā Lee said, bringing the bottle to his grinning lips as he looked at you. āYouāre a better person than he is.āĀ
āI appreciate the sentiment,ā you chuckle.Ā
āHave a goodnight hunny,ā another customer at the bar says dropping cash on the table as they leave. āGoodnight Sheriff,ā the older man tips his hat and then walks out.Ā
āHave a goodnight Marvin,ā you call after him, āGive my love to Loretta!ā You clear the empty glass and drop the cash off in the register.Ā
While youāre moving around, Lee takes a moment to actually look at you. Any man with eyes knew you were pretty, but he aināt never noticed before just how attractive you were. His eyes lingered for a moment at how the canvas waist apron extenuated your figure. He couldnāt believe this stunning young thing was stuck in a place like this with a dead end job talking to a deadbeat like him.Ā
āHow long you staying for Sheriff?ā You ask suddenly, pulling him out of his trance.Ā
āUh, not sure,ā he says, looking up at the dingy Luger Beer clock that hung on the wall. āWhy sugar?āĀ
āSeeing as though your sober I was hoping I could trouble you for a ride home?ā You ask shyly.Ā
āOf course,ā he said without hesitation. āNo trouble at all honey.ā
āThank you, Lee,ā you say with a smile, making his heart skip a beat.Ā
Heād talk to you most weeknights and never had this feeling. Maybe he had but he was too wrapped up in his own troubles to notice it. You were such a sweet girl, and he realized what an injustice it truly was for you to be stuck here.Ā
The thought crossed his mind very quickly about if he wasnāt married- even though he knew divorce was coming around the corner any day now. If he had met you at a different time in his life if it wouldāve been better. Instead of meeting you as an overweight, deadbeat of a sheriff which a drinking problem- heād met you when he was fresh out of school, same age you are now. You all coulda fallen in love, started a family, and that wouldāve been enough to keep him from taking up drinking in the first place.Ā
He knew from the beginning Janie aināt ever loved him. Hell, heās not sure if he ever loved her thinking back on the whole relationship. Lustful, without any sort of promise behind it and they both were users. They used each other. He knew he treated her poorly as poorly as she treated him. He definitely had loved her, that much he knew was true, but now sheās cheating- something Lee never thought of doing at all no matter how many fights they had until the early morning hours.Ā Ā
As you maneuvered around behind the bar, locking up the liquor and wiping down the machines getting ready to lock up for the night, his mind played little tricks on him. The canvas apron was instead a pinafore, and the bar was his kitchen. Heād loved the sight, thinking about coming home to you instead of what was soon to just be an empty house.Ā
Hell, he wasnāt even sure if heād even be the one to keep his house. The idea of finding a new house- buying one for you, and being able to start over sounded like a dream life. Hell, heād run away from this town right now if you said the word. Heās sure he could secure an election in another town, he had the connections to make it happen.Ā
āI just got to lock up the office and Iāll be ready to go,ā you say, untying your apron. He gulps and nods as confirmation. You disappear in the back room, cash drawer in your arms to lock away in the safe. He heads behind the bar to dispose of his empty bottle and the cardboard tray his peanuts were in.Ā
You come back, your peacoat buttoned and the sash tied around your waist in a bow you had made. You had a small handbag in one hand, and your work apron in the other. Suddenly, he was nervous and didnāt know how to carry himself around you. Undeniably, the Sheriff was developing a crush. He couldnāt shake the feeling. He wanted to ask you out on a proper date, but he knew with his age and reputation- it wouldnāt be fitting.Ā He was moving way too fast in his own mind to keep up with. Just daydreams, he thought to himself, suppressing the thoughts of a future with you for now.
āOkay,ā you said, giving the place one more once over to make sure it was all set. āThat does it.ā
āAfter you,ā he said, holding the door open for you. You giggled, and once you both were outside, you used your key to lock the front door. He held the door open for you to take the passenger seat in the cruiser. As you buckled your seatbelt, he walked over to the driverās side and then slide into his seat.
You were a little nervous. You werenāt sure why. This wasnāt the first time youād asked for a ride home. Usually, itās never this late. When you close, you usually walk home alone. You definitely didnāt live that far, but again that was more dangerous than getting a ride home.
You realized that you were worried about nothing. You thought maybe some would accuse you of something scandalous, getting a ride home from a man so late. However, this was the Sheriff and the streets didnāt have another car on it at all. The town knew where you worked and if anyone were to see you, theyād know you were closing shift and you asked for a ride to avoid walking home this late alone.
āThank you again,ā you said, starting up a conversation as the sheriff was backing out of the tiny lot that was next to the bar.
āOh, donāt mention it, hun,ā he said, āItās my job to make sure you get home safe. Your house is the white one at the end of Birch?ā
āThe very one,ā you say, looking out the window. There arenāt any street lights, and the only light for miles is coming from the headlights of the cruiser. You donāt catch Lee stealing glances at you as he starts moving forward.
āHowās your ma doing?ā He asks, making conversation.
āOh, she left,ā you said nonchalantly, and it makes Leeās eyebrow raise in confusion.
āWait. What?ā He asks looking over at you for a second before turning his eyes back to the road.
āOh, I thought you wouldāve heard,ā you say softly, your faƧade of indifference torn down. āShe left us about a month ago. Met a man from Columbus and moved in with him. The whole town was talking about it for weeks.ā
āSo, is it just you and Tommy now?ā he asks, wondering what kind of a mother leaves her girl to take care of her high school aged brother on what she makes at the bar.
āOh, he went with her,ā you explain, āHouse is all mine. After the whole thing with Arvin, she decided to pull him out of school and he goes to school in Columbus now. She wasnāt gonna bring him but after that, she changed her mind.ā
āThey just left you?ā
āI chose to stay.ā
āNo offense but why would the hell would you chose to do that?ā he jokes, making you laugh a little.
āItās all paid off, and my grandpa left it to me and not her anyways,ā you explain. āHouse has been in my name for three years now. And if we sold the house, sheād just piss the money away. Besides, would you move back in your mother now, Sheriff?ā
āNo, I canāt say I would want to,ā he chuckles.
āSo, Iām just supporting myself and that aināt too bad,ā you shrug.
āSounds lonely,ā he comments and you nod in agreement.
āIt can be,ā you admit, as he turns down your street.
āYou aināt worried living alone?ā He asks.
āYou tell me, Sheriff,ā you joke, āIf I got something to worry about it sounds like youāre not doing your job.ā
āOuch,ā he says and holds a hand clutching his hand to his heart dramatically. It made you laugh, and it made him smile that he made you laugh. God, he loved your laugh.
āThank you again, Lee,ā you say sincerely, quickly kissing his cheek when he parks in front of your house. The gesture takes him back, and heās relieved you canāt see how red his face is. Heās almost angry at how flustered you make him and you have no idea. āHave a goodnight,ā you say.
āGoodnight, (Y/N),ā he says, a little shakily. You get out of the car, and he watches you walk up to the porch, your hips swaying naturally, and he bites his lip. He groans, but at his disappointment in himself for staring again. You disappear behind the front door and he hits his palm on the steering wheel, trying to shake whatever feeling this was.
He reluctantly drove home, not wanting to have to talk or see Janie. He knew he was just heading home to a fight for being out so late, even though he knows she takes full advantage having fucking Miller over. His jaw is locked, angry about a fight he hasnāt even had with her yet. His cheek still tingles from your touch, and he thinks about if he should just leave Janie. He could just leave, get an apartment nearby or something. He doesnāt even care if she gets the damn house. Heās bracing himself for another night of fighting as he pulls into his own driveway and heading up to his own house.
He fumbles with his keys in the dark. He thinks he had the right one, but it doesnāt work. He tries another that is the same shape, still doesnāt work. He intakes a sharp breath and tries the first key again- heās positive thatās his house key. āFucking Christ,ā he mutters when the key wonāt even go into the lock. āJanie!ā he shouts, pounding on the front door. She changed the locks.
āFuck,ā he exclaims, stomping down the front steps and walking around to the back door. He tries his keys again with no luck. He pounds into the door hard and incredibly loud. He knows sheās there, upstairs in their bed, ignoring his knocks. He tries the kitchen window, but itās locked. Every window on the first floor is fucking locked. He curses again and heads back to his cruiser. He slams the door shut and his grip on the wheel is turning his knuckles white. Does she expect him to sleep in his car in the driveway?
He doesnāt even think about where heās going to go, but he knows damn sure heās not going to give her the satisfaction of sleeping outside of his house in his cop car for the whole town to talk about. He just pulls out of his driveway and starts driving. He isnāt even thinking about what route heās driving, itās like heās driving on autopilot while he screams out every curse word in existence.
By the time he calms down, he realizes heās driving down Birch again. His muscles in his body tense, and he thinks back to your conversation when he dropped you off. Your mother and brother were gone, meaning you have two spare bedrooms. He knows he shouldnāt but the temptation is way too overwhelming. He has nowhere else to go. If someone saw his carā¦ well, heād worry about that tomorrow. Your house is two miles away from your nearest neighbor, settled back at the end of a long dirt road. Someone knowing he was there was unlikely. He had people who could save your name. It was all innocent. Janie kicked him out and he knew you had an extra room. Hell, heād rent a room from you- Wait. Thatās perfect. That solved all of his problems and yours. He knows you were downplaying how hard it must be to keep up with the house and by him paying rent, you could take care of the house. It was a win-win.
He felt so confident now and he was so proud of himself for devising this plan. He parked his car out front and then walked up to your front door, knocking gently. The sound of the knock made him now incredibly nervous. He didnāt want to scare you or for you to think he was trying to take advantage. Granted, there would be a lot more than financial benefits to being able to live with you, which he knew were selfish, but the idea of being able to see you everyday was overwhelming. It was the closest thing to the dream he was wrapped up in back at the bar. He could live out his little pretend domestic bliss, and youād get the money you need for the house. He knew he was insane and this was probably wildly inappropriate, but he knew you were too kind to turn him away.
You opened the door with a small yawn, a yellow bathrobe secured over your nightgown fully, to keep yourself decent when you answered the door. You were going to call the Sheriff when you heard the rapping at your door so late and ignore the knocks, but looking out the window of your bedroom you saw it was Leeās cruiser parked outside.
āLee?ā you ask quietly, sleepiness very evident on your mumbled voice.
āJanie kicked me out,ā he said softly, āChanged the locks on me. Darling, Iām so sorry for intruding but I have no where else to go.ā
āCome in,ā you say sympathetically, the news waking you up quite a bit. āLee, Iām so sorry. You can take my momās old room; itās got an attached bathroom you can use too.ā
Ā āThank you (Y/N),ā he says quietly. You close the door and secure the lock and the chain again as he looks around the house.
āDonāt worry about it,ā you insist. āI can take you there. Follow me.ā
You walk up the stairs, Lee following closely behind and heās ashamed that he took the opportunity to just openly check you out again. At the top of the stairs there was a hallway lined with photographs in mismatched frames. You point to the door at the end of the hall.
āThatās the master,ā you explain, āThereās a bathroom attached inside if you want to clean up or anything. Thereāre clothes in the dresser if you want pajamas- should be in the bottom drawer.ā
āOkay, thank you,ā he replies, looking down at you as you yawn again, and he notices how your hair is a little messy. The sight drives him wild.
āAnything in the kitchen is up for the taking to,ā you offer.
āLook, (Y/N),ā he says, āI know this isnāt the best time to be talking about this, but I really need a more permanent plan on where to go. I know it sounds crazy and out of the blue, but could I rent that room from you? Name your price. I figuredā¦ I really need a new place, and you could probably use another source of income to keep up with the house. Plus, itās safer than living aloneā¦ā
āUmā¦,ā you begin to speak, but you bit your lip, showing that youāre intently thinking about his offer. Everything he said was right. You needed the money, and he was right that living alone was dangerous in this town and living with the sheriff is the safest person there was in the whole town. People would talk, of course, but no one would deny that the circumstances were just ideal for the two of you and nothing more. You were an adult, a homeowner, and it was your business who you rented a room too. āYeah, I think that makes sense for both of us,ā you agree. āWeāll sort out the details tomorrow.ā
āOf course,ā he says with a smile.
āAlright, um,ā you say crossing your arms around your chest awkwardly. āGoodnight, Lee.ā
āGoodnight, (Y/N),ā Lee responds as you head back into your own bedroom. He letās out a heavy sigh and heads into your momās room- or rather his new room. Heād have to figure out how to get his stuff back from Janie tomorrow. Heād really just need his clothes and some other necessities.Ā
The room was fairly spacious. There was a closet and dresser. The closet still had some clothes of your momās left behind, and for the most part, the room looked fairly intact. It was like she up and left with just a few things. Lee shook his head, angry at how poorly you were treated by your mother. He pulls off his leather jacket, tossing it and his hat onto the bed. He opened up the bottom drawer of the dresser, and just like you said, it was filled with menās clothing. He concluded they had to belong to the man your mom lived with now, more things just left behind.
He tosses a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt onto the bed, and then he heads to the bathroom.
In the drawer beside the sink, he finds a new toothbrush still in its packaging, that he opens for himself and drops it in the white toothbrush holder on the counter. The towels are all clean and folded neatly on the shelf above the toilet. He finds a new soap under the sink as well, and decided he needed a shower to just wash off everything of tonight off in hopes heāll feel better.
He strips of his uniform, folding it nicely knowing heāll need to wear it all again tomorrow morning. He steps into the shower and turns on the water. The hot water just immediately helps him to loosen the muscles that had been so tense. He lets the warm water run down his face and back, just letting himself enjoy the feeling. He lathers up his body with soap and then it finally hits him that he was here, living with you, and then suddenly heās hard.
āFuck,ā he mutters, resting his head against the shower wall, the running down his back. He was in so much trouble he realizes. As he beats himself off in the shower, his mind is clouded with thoughts of you. The way the apron at the bar looked around your hips, and the smell of your perfume when you leaned into him. The way your body looked as you paraded yourself around behind the bar. The way you have no problem talking back to him when he walks into the bar after saying heās off the bottle the night before, just making want to shut you up with a rough kiss. The feeling of your lips on his cheek and he imagines your lips on his neck. He thinks about how your hair looked tousled when you just showed him to his room. He lets himself slip back into that same domestic daydream. You being his wifeā¦ married to you instead dealing with this goddamn divorce. The absolute sickening sweet domesticity making him groan, as he imagines his hand is yours. Why on earth did he think heād be able to do this?
PART TWO
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Heartworm | Choi San
n. a relationship or friendship that you canāt get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whoseĀ smoulderingĀ embers still have the power to start a forest fire.
ā¶ college!au, best friend!san,Ā brother!seonghwa,Ā friends to lovers!au, kinda very spicy but thereās no actual smut, thereās mentions of underage drinking and sexual encounters, everything is consentual!
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600 special prompt for my lovely soul partner @sanāshine, its like 50 years late andĀ I know she no longer is active on this blog butĀ I wanted to keep this.
42: āExactly how drunk was I?ā
49: āGood morning, sunshine.ā
ā When you were younger, you knew you were one-hundred per cent in love with your best friend, Choi San. However, because he was also, in fact, your brotherās best friend and you were a sixteen-year-old rebel adamant to never admit your feelings, you had to watch as he got his first girlfriend during a party Seonghwa had thrown for you. Now, years later and in the middle of college, you find yourself in a familiar setting: a party thrown for you by your brother and Choi San looking as breathtaking as he always does.
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Just to be clear, when you woke up, you hadnāt expected your brother to announce that there was going to be a party held at your house for your twenty-second birthday. Your brother, being the kind and loving brother he was, had yet again used your birthday as an excuse to throw a house party, even though it wasnāt even your birthday until tomorrow. Seonghwa liked to use your birthday, the date falling in the last week of the summer holidays, as a way to gather all your combined friends as some sort of final summer get-together before the school year began again. You werenāt particularly against them, the end of summer parties becoming a little tradition after the fourth year running, and the fact that they were held at your house meant you could just go to bed any time you wanted. [ thank you sound-proofed home as per your mothers request due to your fathersā noise-making habits from his job as a musician. ] Though it wasnāt like you knew anyone who would be throwing a house party you couldnāt just walk home from.
You did not know how many drinks you had consumed, alcoholic or otherwise, but the setting you found yourself in was giving you very explicit pangs of nostalgia to the first time you and your brother had thrown one of these parties. Your current situation was not unlike the situations you had been in before. You werenāt ashamed to say that you liked to have fun with your relationships: romantic, platonic or the just-once ones. It wasnāt unusual for you to be found in someoneās lap around midnight; the last party happened to be a beautiful girl named Soojin, the party before that was a guy whose name you hadnāt bothered to remember. However, the personās lap who you sat in usually was not your best friend, Choi Sanās. Not the San you spent the better half of your life burying romantic feelings for because he was Seongwhaās friend first. Not the San, your eyes couldnāt help watch whenever he was near. You made a promise to yourself since that one time when you had just turned sixteen, the one time you found yourself on his lap. [ A promise you made to deny your feelings because the very next day, he had gotten a girlfriend who was definitely not you. ]
At seventeen years old, San knew he was still a stupid and hormonal teenage boy. He practically got nose bleeds anytime he remotely saw a girl's lower back or tummy, their exposed thighs or neck: he knew he could be a perverted little shit. Still, having a girl for a best friend meant that he also knew what was respectful and what was just disgusting ā thinking back on it, he was grateful for his friendship with you for teaching him from a young age how to treat girls with proper respect. [ Mainly because you would whack his head or punch him in the balls whenever he said something inappropriate or did something stupid. ] But, also at sixteen, San knew that he was also sorta-kinda-probably in love with his best friendās sister. [ Who was also his best friendā¦ was it possible to have more than one best friend? ]
During the summer of your sixteenth, Seonghwaās eighteenth and his seventeenth birthdays, San and his family had gone overseas for an extended holiday. His father had received a promotion, and his mother struck lucky in her weekly lottery draw, so he hadnāt been there to witness the gradual changes to your body. It wasnāt like San wasnāt attracted to you before [ not that either of you knew what the fuck attraction was before ] but when you came to the airport to pick him up with your father, he was sure he wouldnāt be able to look at another girl ever again. [ Of course, that was an overdramatic thought since he proceeded to have girlfriends that werenāt you but the thought of you truly never left his mind. ]
The day of your sixteenth birthday party was something he would always remember clearly. He remembered the way you hugged him for a solid five minutes when he got to your house in the early morning, complaining about how your parents would still be away for another few days, and your brother refused to even hug you on your birthday. [ Seonghwaās excuse was that it was your birthday tomorrow, and that was when you could claim the birthday hug. ] Secretly, he wished you would tell him you hugged him simply because you wanted to have him close. He remembered how Seonghwa had launched into a story from his last house party (one for the seniors that only he was invited to, but the stories were fun nevertheless) as he attempted to make pancakes at your request. You had bounced your way to your favourite countertop space and jumped up to sit there, right in front of the fridge, because it was the only place that was both cool and warm [ āexactly the right temperatureā ] in the entire kitchen. He remembered the way his body slotted between your legs, his back to your chest as the two of you shared a vodka-and-coke at ten-in-the-morning. His mind was restlessly deciding if it was okay to lay his hands on your knees or calves, inevitably switching between the two places every five minutes. It hadnāt felt weird but natural as all three of you shared hearty laughs and then partially burnt pancakes.
[ He remembered when he had given you the small-and-terribly-wrapped box that held your present, egging you on to open it a day early. The way your face lit up as you lifted a thin silver chained sunflower charm bracelet into the air would forever be imprinted on his eyes ā your eyes sparkling and lips twitching up into a wide grin as you thanked him seven times. The gentle tone of your voice as you asked him to help you put it on because for some reason, you couldnāt put clasped bracelets on for the life of you, was saved like a voice note in his brain. āYou remembered,ā you had whispered once he was settled back between your legs, āthat sunflowers were my favourite, I mean.ā The brush of your lips on his cheek lined the walls of his heart as it threatened to shatter through his ribs. ]
As a sixteen-year-old San knew that you probably shouldnātāve had as much alcohol as you had that night. However, as a seventeen-year-old San also didnāt care as long as you were having fun. It was not the first time you consumed alcohol, but it was the first time youād had enough to get drunk from it. It was your sixteenth birthday party after all, and neither your brother nor your best friend had any objections when you grabbed the first vodka-and-coke at ten in the morning while you got ready. So now, at almost eleven at night, you had had more than ten of those drinks, and you could honestly say you werenāt sure if youād remember anything from this night at all. The hours went by in a blur, and soon three drinks had turned into eight as you dragged San to your room to decide on an outfit for the night. He remembered the way his throat constricted as you strolled out from your bathroom in a neon green crop top and the pair of flare jeans you always wore. Ultimately San thought he wouldāve preferred that outfit to the one you settled on ā a black denim mini-skirt with a matching jacket on top of a simple t-shirt with a neon rainbow painted across the chest. The sliver of skin showing from the crop top was way less tempting than the muscle of your thighs, mainly since that was your exact plan for the outfit.
āYou look good,ā he had said, swallowing gulps of air and saliva when you asked, āyouād still look good in a potato sack,ā he complimented you as you twirled on the spot and gifted him with a brilliant grin that simply took his breath away.
āWe match!ā You all but squealed when you took note of the black denim jacket San wore over his t-shirt with a neon rainbow across the chest.
He hadnāt even noticed.
His memory started to get hazy around drink number thirteen. He couldnāt remember how or what events had led to the current situation, [ or which room the two of you were actually in that was both not your bedroom and also not inhabited by literally anyone else ], but he certainly was not complaining. You were so close to him he could smell the faintest scent of your vanilla and cinnamon shampoo and conditioner you had used the day before, the slightest whiff of your jasmine scented perfume [ the one you always wore, the one he bought you your first bottle of ] and the sweetly bitter smell of cherry coke and vodka on your breath. His hands seemed glued to your lower back and hips, palms almost moulded to your skin like he were a sculptor, and you were his latest masterpiece. Your legs either side of his own, wrapping around him possessively, like he was yours and only yours, and he let you, using his hands to pull you closer to him like you were his and only his. Your faces were so close he could feel each hot exhale of breath hitting his lips, and when they stopped as you shivered and whined, he couldnāt help the way his lips tilted upwards into a smirk. The way you attempted to wire your mouth shut not to make a sound wasnāt effective, seeing as he heard all three of your whines, each one getting more prolonged and higher in pitch as the two of you continued your ministrations. His hips wanted to jut up into you. Still, he forced his movements to be as slow and smooth as possible, wanting to feel every way you would come undone above him, but when his gaze flickered across your face. He spotted the small trickle of blood falling from your lips; it was like everything that had just happened had disappeared.
From your recollection, you only remembered specific parts of that night. Your legs had been situated on either side of his thighs, your arms wrapped around his neck as his palms slowly pushed up the small of your back to pull your body closer to his. Your faces were so close you could physically see the connection between the two of you, yet neither of you pushed forward enough to make that connection real and tangible. [ You wanted to, God, you wanted to kiss him right then more than anything. Why didnāt you kiss him then? ] Sanās hands felt hot against your skin, his fingertips slowly moving to draw a masterpiece on your back. You shivered slightly as a slight breeze floated around the sliver of exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up. Your eyes were drawn to Sanās lips as they twitched up into a slight smirk; his own eyes flickered to watch you watch him. Neither of you had said a word to each other for almost half an hour, drunkenly pushing at the limits between your friendship with nothing but burning touches and delicate twists of hips.
You subconsciously sucked your bottom lip into the confines of your teeth, but you willingly bit down harshly to stop a sly whine from escaping your lips as San had the cocky idea to roll his pelvis into yours as he held you in place with his hands on your hips. Apparently, you had bitten down way too hard because the next thing you knew was that Sanās playful smirk had evaporated into a concerned frown. He lifted a hand from your hip ā the sudden rush of cold where his hand previously was leaving you feeling a sense of loss ā to your lip, his thumb tugging your lip back out.
āYouāre bleeding,ā he mumbled, thumb coming away with a smear of blood moulding into his fingerprint. The taste of blood in your mouth was unexpected and had sent you reeling. You almost flew off of his lap and practically ran to your bedroomās bathroom to inspect the damage. There was a tear in the side of your bottom lip. [ The side of your lip you always bit out of habit, so the skin was thinner there than the rest of your lip. ] Against your better judgment ā the rational part of your brain was too drunk at that moment ā you settled your tongue against the fresh cut. Finching away from yourself at the unexpected [ which really shouldāve been expected ] pain, you decided that there was nothing you could do to help soothe it. After twenty minutes, that felt like two, of staring at yourself in the mirror, you finally shrugged and made your way back into the heart of the party.
As an almost sixteen-year-old, you knew you were just coming into figuring out your body and the emotions of more physical relationships as you grew into it. You knew you had grown up a little (a lot) over the summer, your chest filling out from a b-cup to a c-cup, your lanky figure could no longer be considered lanky as your limbs gained muscle, fat and tone, creating a new full and curvy figure. Your mother had been ecstatic when you came to her asking how to style clothes to fit your ānewā figure as it meant the two of you could go shopping [ one of her favourite activities ], and you could find your style that both suited your body and personality. You did have to admit that your style didnāt change much; you still loved a sturdy flannel shirt [ always oversized though, now you tended to wear it open with a form-fitting crop top or spaghetti-strap top underneath to show off your chest and waist ] and you still loved your favourite pair of flare jeans enough to wear them almost every other day, [ the one with the painted sunflower over the back pocket. ] You also loved pleated mini skirts and knee-high socks or a simple loose-form-fitting dress with lycra cycle shorts underneath. You didnāt like the emotional side of your summer changes, though and, while you were new to the whole attraction thing, the one person you definitely didnāt feel anything remotely romantic for was your best friend. [ Well, maybe you did, but he was Seonghwaās friend first, and that was a no-goā¦ and perhaps you wanted to reject the way your heart turned into butterflies when you saw him at the airportā¦ and maybe you just werenāt ready to put those feelings into words, so you denied them instead. ]
Your best friend whose lap you were just sat on, grinding your hips into his with your noses touching. Your best friend who was now kissing another girl [a beautiful girl who was named Hyemi, she was in Seonghwaās class and also happened to live across the roadā¦ she was always nice to you and you couldnāt find it in you to dislike her even as your stomach knotted and twisted into something green with envy ] in the middle of the kitchen. You wouldnāt remember how long you stood there, watching the two of them kiss like a complete and utter creep, and you wouldnāt remember the look San gave you as he noticed the sway of your hair as you retreated out of the kitchen with a frown on your brow.
You did not fancy your best friend, and you definitely did not care that he was kissing Hyemi in front of the fridge. [ The fridge he stood between your legs in front of literal hours ago. ] Lastly, you definitely did not feel like crying as your mind reminded you about two different memories of earlier that day ā one of you sat on the counter opposite that exact fridge with San leaning back into you as he gave you the sunflower charm bracelet that wrapped around your wrist, watching Seonghwa attempt to make you birthday pancakes. The second the memory of his hands burning up your skin, the way his lips tilted into a smirk when you shivered under his hold and the way you inflicted pain to yourself in an attempt not to whine with pleasure at the way he moved his hips.
It was too raw, and now you just wanted to forget.
Sanās brain refused to calculate time because one minute his hand was reaching for your bloodied lip and the next you were gone, and San was back in the kitchen getting you a glass of water [ and then he was kissing another girl in front of the fridge he rested between your legs literal hours ago. ] San wouldnāt remember what their conversation had been, only that this girl, Hyemi, was older than him and had just asked him out. He wouldnāt remember the exact way her grin turned a little too malicious to be sincere. He would, however, remember the way your hair flew over your shoulder as you spun away from the scene involving him; he would remember the way his eyes followed your figure all the way into the embrace of your brother as you shallowly smiled and stole his drink [ and he would remember the way his chest seemed to ache at that simple action. ]
Hyemi became his girlfriend at that same party; you didnāt even know they knew each other. He didnāt even know why he said yes.
And here you were, on the penultimate night before your twenty-second birthday, in the lap of your best friend. His relationship with Hyemi had lasted six months, and he had gotten six more significant others in the seven-year gap from then til now but, right then, he was single, and you were in his lap. You had flopped down over the side of a two-seater couch; eyes screwed shut with laughter, so you didnāt realise who was sat on said couch ā or that anyone was ā until your head made contact with their thigh. [ Their thigh was very comfy to lay on, which was the first thing your brain commented on. ] When you looked up and met eyes with San, a small [ tiny really, in no way visible to the person who knew you best and where to look for a blush ā finding it immediately ] blush was growing warmly over your cheeks.
āHey there,ā He grinned, setting down his plastic cup, [ more like throwing it over his shoulder, not caring that it hit someone since it was mostly empty anyway ] and poking your nose gently just to watch the way it would scrunch up. His fingers were moving from your nose to his ear to make sure the roll-up cigarette that was balanced there hadnāt fallen.
āHi,ā you giggled, your legs curling up to your chest, making you look like a contorted cat as your feet still dangled slightly over the arm of the chair. After a few seconds, your fingers started twitching and settled on playing with the fabric of his shirt. It was the same rainbow one he wore to your sixteenth party, matching the one you were wearing too. The both of you had grown out of them, San settling on cutting it into a crop top and you doing the same, [ since you were the one who had actually cut Sanās shirt and decided to continue and do yours, so you matched again. ] His shirt gave little to cover, showing off his abdominals and tummy [ and the slight happy trail peeking out from the waistband of his jeans ] proudly and only just covering his pectorals. Your own shirt was cut higher, stopping just above the curve of your breasts. Still, your own torso was covered in a neon green fishnet bodysuit [ not that it left anything to the imagination, your torso was still on show ] that was tucked into your signature flare pants which now rode a little low on your hips and the sunflower on the back was more than a little faded.
āWhat are you doing?ā He asked with an amused grin, [ complemented with the subtle raise of a singular eyebrowā¦ Gods, why was he so attractive? ] one hands fingers starting to twist in the loose strands of your short hairstyle. It was nice. [ The touch of his hands against your hair was excellent, the slight tug of the strands against your skull felt really nice. ]
āTaking a break. Siyeon, Minji and Yunho broke out the karaoke machine, and they're playing the song shots game.ā You replied as if it explained everything. [ It actually kind of did, San recalled you once telling him that the chaotic energy of that particular trio and the song shots game gave you awful headaches. And you hated having headaches when you were drinking because it made you nauseous. And when you were nauseous and drunk, you tended to go have a smoke, which you were trying extremely hard to stop doing for the sake of your father, who also used to smoke and now had lung problems. So, San understood your meaning. ] āWhat about you?ā
San had to take a minute to think. Just what was he doing? Why was he so out of it today? In his heart, San knew the answer, but he hadnāt unlocked that treasure chest just yet. [ He was tired of watching you be semi-intimate with people that werenāt himā¦ Which he refused to admit. Because both of you were pinning assholes in denial. ] Finally, even though it had only been a minute, he replied with a simple āIām justā¦ sitting.ā
āOh?ā You asked, now it was your turn to raise the amused eyebrow, ājust sitting?ā
āSitting... and thinking.ā
āAbout what?ā
āYou.ā The word was out faster than Sanās brain had time to process what heād said. However, now he had said it, he wasnāt going to deny it. Was it the small amount of alcohol in his system? [ It was the way your eyes widened a little as you looked up at him from your place in his lap, fingers twisting in his shirt and lips falling open ever so slightly. ]
āMe?ā Your pitch ascended as the volume of your voice diminished.
āYeah, you!ā He grinned, tone equally as quiet but still showing enthusiasm, moving his free hand to boop your nose.
āWhat about me?ā
Sanās fingers in your hair froze at your question, his mind whirring with any kind of answer that wouldnāt cross the line into confession territory wherein he would lose your friendship indefinitely, but after one look at the serious longing look in your eye, he decided he would āman upā [ the phrase making him cringe as soon as he thought itā¦ the connotation of the word being so outdated and, for someone who grew up with a very stubborn girl in his life, San wondered why society hadnāt come up with a suitable alternative to the phrase ] and just tell you.
So he did.
āDo you remember what happened between us at your sixteenth party?ā He asked, seemingly changing the conversation topic. Confused but going with it, a slight blush warming your cheeks, you nodded, and he took that as permission to continue, āI canāt stop thinking about it.ā His voice was nothing louder than a whisper, you shouldāve had to strain your ears to hear him, but at that moment, it was like all other sounds and distractions faded from the scene. Your breath hitched as you simply stared up into his eyes, his pupils dilated, almost taking over the beautiful swirling colour of his irises [ making his eyes look darker than usual, more intense than expected, and for a second, you swore your heart stopped ].
āWhat about it?ā Your question was innocent enough, but the way you said it gave way to other ideas. Your voice was soft and breathy, like you werenāt getting enough oxygen, and like San, the words werenāt said above a whisper. Afterwards, you bit down softly on your bottom lip [ unintentional on your part, it was just a habit of yours, to be honest ], minutely sucking it in, and Sanās focus shifted to watch your lips specifically.
āIām thinking about how much Iād like to do it again.ā
āYou want to kiss me?ā
āIf youād let me.ā
āPlease kiss me.ā You whispered, more a statement rather than a question or demand. And so he did, leaning forward to reach you, head still in his lap, [ it felt like a slow-motion scene in a movie, but it couldnāt have been longer than two seconds before his lips were flush against yours ]. It was not the first time the two of you had kissed, but it was the first time you had kissed since becoming official adults ā it felt different.
It felt good.
His lips were soft, and his kiss was gentle, at least it was at first. As the seconds ticked on, the kiss grew more intense, the soft brush of his lips pressed harder into you, his hands running over your body to pull you up to him. Your arms threaded around his neck, stretching out your torso [ if you were honest, it hurt a littleā¦ not that you were lucid enough to be aware of it ] and arching your back. He bit down on your bottom lip, tugging at it a little when your fingers twisted through the hair at his neck, pulling him to you with a new sense of desperation.
And then the two of you fell off the couch. You slid off his lap and landed on your back [ though it was more like you were on your side than your back ] while San rolled over on top of you. Both of you froze in your positions, eyes wide, [ pupils dilated but that was most likely due to the desire flowing through you ] lips parted as you just stared at one another for a second. San was the first to crack the silence, lips pulling into a grin and eyes crinkling with joy as his laugh sounded out around you. He flipped off from on top of you, landing next to you on the floor but his smile never dimmed and his laugh hadnāt faded. You rolled slightly so you were actually on your side as you continued to look at him. When he looked back at you your heart skipped a beat, his smile was so pretty and it made his dimple so deep but it wasnāt long before his laughter simmered and his expression faded as he looked back at you.
Biting your lip once again you made an executive decision [ the only decision you could think off, since all thoughts were now preoccupied with San at the moment ] to lift yourself to hover over him this time. You swallowed and let out a breath as your eyes met, searching for any sign that you should stop. Your shaking breath cut out into a soft gasp as Sanās hands caressed over the small of your back to pull you down so that your chests touched. Your right hand lifted up to take hold of the cigarette tucked behind his ear, [ a small giggle leaving your lips at the thought that it was still there even after all that ] and twisted it between your fingers a little. Was it a nervous habit or just a neat trick, you couldnāt distinguish at the moment. Sanās own hand came to hold yours, two sets of fingers now playing with the home-made roll-up gently. Soon enough San took it from your shallow grip and flicked it across the room, using the same hand to cup your jaw to cirect your gaze back to him.
Meeting his eyes made you want to shy away from his gaze but you let him keep you there. He looked at you with such a strong emotion you though youād possibly be able to taste it from his lips. āI have to tell you somethingā¦ā You whispered, close enough to not have to raise your voice.
āWhat is it?ā He whispered back, the fingers on your back drawing small circles as the hand at you jaw left to curl a strand of hair around his fingers in the opposite direction. [ how he did that subconsciously and not mess it up wouldāve made your head spin in wonder ].
āI love you.ā You began, still whispering. āI have for a long time, though in the beginning I tried rather hard to deny it. Mainly because you had a significant other and I didnāt want to ruin that for you. And then, in a rather dick move, I got a significant other in the hopes of stopping it but that didnāt work so I stopped getting into romantic relationships altogether and now-ā
He cut you off, pulling you into him to kiss the words from your lips [ which you appreciated because your inner thoughts were beginning to panic because your mouth wouldnāt stop talking ]. When you separated his smile was back, albeit not as wide as before. His eyes were as soft as his smile as he kissed you once more, resting your foreheads together. āI love you too,ā he said against your lips. At his words you surged forward, pressing into him with fierce emotion as your kissed him.
You had wanted to hear those words from his lips for so long. You had wanted him for so long. And here he was, right in your reach, his hands on your body and yours tugging gently at his hair. Before all the breath in your lungs had finished and you lost your conscious nerve to a blur of desire those word had repeated at least thrice as you made your way to the comfort of your bed and the warmth of his body.
The next day when you woke up, you woke up earlier than usual and feeling unusually chipper as you took a hot shower. The subtly sweet scent of pancakes met you as you made your way through the house and into the kitchen.
āGood morning, Sunshine, youāre up early,ā your brother grinned over his shoulder, both hands currently busy holding a pan and spatula. āI made pancakes.ā
āYes, I can see that.ā You returned his grin with one of your own, a teasing smile lifting to your lips as you took a seat. Your head was clear of any headaches or lingering pain from a hangover since you were better with your alcohol intake as a twenty-two-year-old, and your reckless youth had lined your stomach with a fair amount of tolerance.
āExactly how drunk was I last night? I donāt remember anyone leaving.ā
āOh boy,ā Seonghwa sniggered, a sly grin taking over his features, āthe party was two days ago, you slept all day yesterday. Really freaked San out.ā
āWhat?!ā You exclaimed, a piece of pancake falling from your fingers back onto your plate, bouncing off and onto the side sadly. [ It went ignored as you stared down your brother. ]
āYeah. And heās been ramble-muttering about you for a solid ten hours now. Heās really not subtle at all.ā Seonghwa grinned. āSo now that you two have slept together, are you two actually together?ā
If you had liquid in your mouth, you would have spat it out. āHe told you?!ā You exclaimed, heart racing at the thought of your best friend and your brother discussing your sex-life.
āNo.ā Seonghwa denied immediately, face scrunching up in disgust at the mere thought, āI definitely donāt need to know details about that. Itās just San isnāt subtle at all when heās mutter-rambling. He was oblivious to the fact he was thinking out loud about how to move forward after yourā¦ time togetherā¦ while I literally sat next to him.ā Seonghwa then grinned at you, again, the stretch of his lips becoming a little too mischievous for your liking. āPretty sure he passed out on the couch half an hour ago.ā He hinted, motioning over to the living room with his head as his eyebrows wiggled up and down suggestively.
A puff of air exhaled through your nose as a small smile climbed over your lips. You opened your mouth to talk, but he cut you off with a gentle pat on the head, āIām happy for you two,ā was all he said but it was enough. [ Your heart soared at the approval of your brother. It was not that you nor San needed Seonghwaās approval, but it was nice to know he wouldnāt oppose it. ] Then you made your way to the couch San was asleep on.
You sat next to him, in the space unoccupied by his body. His brow was furrowed, which you frowned at. You lifted a hand and gently pressed on the juncture between his eyebrows, smoothing them out. His face instantly relaxed under your touch [ a part of your mind daydreamed that it was because he knew it was you ] and a small smith lifted upon your lips. Your hand moved down to cup his cheek and then his jaw before you raised it to gently wipe away the hair that had fallen in his face. You bit down on your lip, confused on whether to wake him up or not but life had chosen for you as one by one Sanās eyes opened and slowly focused on you.
His eyes widened, and in a flurry of limbs suddenly he was laying on his back on the floor while you had balanced yourself with your knees over his waist. After a second of shocked silence [ as the two of you came to terms with what the fuck just happened ] a grin spread across his lips, eyes crinkling in delight, as his hands came to grip your hips gently.
A silent confirmation washed over the two of you as your lips spread to mirror his grin. The two of you would be alright as the next part of your relationship bloomed, the embers of your crushes were now burning bright.
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Through the Looking Glass Ruins!!!!!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¦
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā SO! Onto other things firstā¦
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā WRATH IS BRAXASā FATHER!??!!? HOLY SHIT, Wrath is a canonical dad, Iād always expressed myā¦ OH MY GOD WRATH IS DAD! And of BRAXAS, that sweetieā¦ How is Braxas such a sweetie with a father like HIM, also-
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Wrath was in casual wear? Either he has a day off, or he got fired by Belos/Kikimora after drawing Luz a map to Eda in Young Blood, Old Souls! Either way this guy has a sudden new level of NUANCE that I am reeling from, and yes I checked, that really is Wrath according to the credits! Dang this puts everything in a WHOLE new lightā¦!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā AMITY HAIR OHMIGOD IT LOOKS SO ADORABLE SHEāS SELF-ACTUALIZING I AM FUCKING SCREAMING HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, itās PINK and not greenā¦ They acknowledged it, Emira did! And they CHANGED IT I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER THIS-
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She looks so BEAUTIFUL and I love the kind of foreshadowing with the bookends of our first shot of Amity having her hair down, and now itās changed! And she looks adorable and EMIRA AND EDRIC BEING GREAT SIBLINGS I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Thisā¦ THIS is everything I wanted! I was resigned to not much of them but HELL YEAH theyāre being good siblings and we get a look at their rooms, we see them doing MAKEOVERS together this is everything from my favorite fanon content and MORE,
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Also Edric has a date?! Emira says ātheirā momā¦ Unless the Golden Guard has a mom, DARN! Not gonna lie, I half-expected a big twist at the end that Edric was dating the Golden Guard, who was doing some sort of reconnaissance as his unrecognized normal self and/or screwing around with the Blights even further, but in a GENUINE senseā¦ But then who knows Kikimora could be posing as GGās āmomā, this is a stretch anyhow-
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā JUST HELL YEAH Blight Twins! Blight Twins being sweet and mischievous and supportive of each other, Blight SIBLINGS being siblings, Emira being an older sister and giving advice! And AMITY, Amity mentioning how much Luz has changed stuff, I love that they acknowledge it openly how her life has completely shifted, and nowā¦ NOWā¦!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā No necklace! Red leggings! PINK HAIR?! Is this why Amity in the intro hasnāt been updated yetā¦ She was getting TWO updates, so the animators decided to only animate a change after this final update?!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā King and Gus are also friends it seems, and they even recorded some fun together! Iām surprised at how much Bria and the others mock Gusā illusion skillsā¦ Obviously Belos is kinda terrible but like; I donāt think heād set aside an entire subset of magic into Illusions without reason! Also that nightmare tripā¦ I LOVE IT, I love Gus applying the creativity of illusions in their ability to completely warp and distort someoneās sense of reality! And I called that dragon-thing being an illusion!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A graveyardā¦ I wonder if the Gallderstones (is that how itās spelled) have any relevance or if theyāre just neat? I hope Mattholomule and Gus help hide the Looking Glass Graveyardā¦ Damn, thatās another Death reference with Gus, huh! Is it culminating in his respect for the dead, or will it continue further with Gus being a necromancer, or an Oracle who can commune with the deceased, and he has their respect as someone who treats them properly?!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Also not to get dark butā¦ What if all those Illusionists are dead because of Belos? Iām JUST SAYINGā¦! And not gonna lie, every time someone insulted Illusions, I kept imagining the Illusion Head just suddenly waking up and feeling like thereās a disturbance in the force, as well as a weird compulsion to beat up some Glandus kids. Itād be even funnier if he had beef with the Construction, Plant, and Abomination Heads as well!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Speaking of which, more confirmation on Construction Magic being related to earth! Glad to see Bria give us a look into that, which furthers my idea of Belos using construction magicā¦ Also dang, Bria and the Glandus Kids really are the parallels/foils to the Detention kids! Youāve got the short āniceā girl, the tall lanky kid, the furryā¦ But the Glandus Kids start off looking nice and cool, but turn out to be rather nasty!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Meanwhile the Detention Kids seem like bad news and delinquents, but no! Theyāre just demonized and actually very kind and chill! The Detention Kids are looked down upon, the Glandus Kids are appraisedā¦ The Detention Kids are dual-track, the Glandus Kids are singular; Glandus Kids from, well, GLANDUS, Detention Kids from Hexsideā¦ Oneās āmischiefā is actually very neat and cool, the otherās is literal grave robbing.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā I guess thatās how the bleeding statues got past the censors- Itās technically just an illusion! Also more insight into how Glandus works with its Survival of the Fittest mentality, I wonder if weāll get confirmation on which coven heads came from there, how that might influence them as adultsā¦
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā What is Glandus like, is it more whole-heartedly accepting of Belosā rule, hence its harsh ideals? Was it made after Hexside? Does Bump hate it for being so cruel like that, or is it just school bias? And dang poor Mattholomule, I always had a feeling he sort of felt and knew that he wasnāt much, so he accepted and compensated by deliberately doing whatever he can for powerā¦
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā They confirmed heās from Glandus, and I appreciate this new look at him! This new leaf turnedā¦ Hot take but heās honestly not as bad as Boscha, his stint with Gus was a one-time thing that Gus was able to live with! And that seems pretty good to set them up as friends! Speaking of Boscha, Willow was injured by pixies? And the last time we heard of pixies, they belonged to Boscha and caused the school to get shut downā¦ Did BOSCHA DO THIS I SWEAR SHE IS DEAD TO ME-
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā (Also sheās mentioned in the credits for this episode but I donāt remember hearing her? I mightāve gotten distracted with so much other things.)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Gus! I like the insight into his relationship with Illusions, and I appreciate how heās considering other forms of magicā¦ But this hesitation might just serve to reaffirm his believe in Illusions, which is okay! Itās all about choiceā¦ And yeah, it seems Gus also has a case of impostor syndrome like King, no wonder they get along so well! I love the glimpses into Gusā house and the confirmation that he has a library card, no Perry though alasā¦!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā I appreciate how Gus feels overlooked, like he has no real substance, which is how his Illusions reflect a desire to draw attention, but also the idea that thereās nothing real beneath themā¦ Again, very much like King! And Gus, heās not a powerhouse like the rest, heās SKILLED and smart, but strength isnāt his forte, itās not brute force he operates on, but cleverness! Trickery, I like itā¦! Itās a nice callback to his last A-plot episode, SVSF, where instead of fighting Mattholomule physically, Gusā solution is to think outside the box and pull the alarm!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā You go kid, not relying on brute strength but showing that some clever tricks and thinking are just as valid! Kinda wonder if this episode is lowkey a discussion on masculinity for young boys, especially with Gus growing older with puberty, though the latter is mostly because his actual VA grewā¦ But maybe the writers rolled with that and incorporated it, or itās just a very neat coincidence! Also, it is me or did Mattholomuleās voice change? And the gag that Gavinās dad looks identical to him, even moreso because heās NOT supposed to have a moustacheā¦ Thatās great!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Malphas! Love this reference to a classic demon, I wasnāt sure if Malphas was the librarian with glasses whom Iāve always headcanoned as a father figure to Amityā¦ But maybe itās actually this bird dude! He seems adept in Bard magic, and I love the reveal of his true crow appearanceā¦ Guess those theorists were right that the one-eyed figure is from the Forbidden Stacks! Also Malphas NOT COOL with Amity, but Iām glad Luz changed his mind, and I wonder how that adventure lookedā¦
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Which- DAMN, the RSD with Luz! She looks so UTTERLY BROKEN when Amity mentions doing stupid things, and she didnāt mean it like that, but Luz just looks so completely shattered and you can tell she wants to cry but instead she bottles it up and tries to take it in stride, and that plays into her trying to overcompensate for her mistakes AGAINā¦ SOMEONE GET IT TO HER HEAD that she doesnāt need to! Iām scared for Luz, and I was SO scared this episode would end on a bad noteā¦
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā BUT DOAHLDdFAEONDKFHN LUMITY KISS LUMITY KISS! ONE-SIDED BUT THEY FINALLY FUCKING KNOW AND AMITY IS LIKE WHAAAAT AND I WAS WAITING FOR IT AND I COULD FEEL IT HAPPEN AND GAY KISS! GAY KISS ON-SCREEN!!! And the way Luz just FLOPS to the ground on her knees AAHJJFFKHGGK and no Alador nor Odalia to ruin this, UTTERLY PERFECT and the twins WATCHING OOOHHHHGGGG YYYEEAAAAHHH-
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā This is EVERYTHING I ever wanted!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā What an AMAZING episode with wonderful characer beats and reveals! Again, Amityās growth as a character, that brief insight into how Luz as a person is very chaotic and sometimes frustrating for Amity and forces her to reevaluate, but ultimately itās good and Luz DOES try her best, and Amity clearly wanted to make things up for Luz and apologize, theyāre BOTH doing things, just the little moments!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Also, Alex Lawther voices Philip Wittebane! He has long hair and a vaguely british accent, heāsā¦ Heās Belos isnāt he? And they got a new VA because having him voiced by Matthew Rhys would be really spoiler-y right? Heās got the long hair and heās a nerdā¦ And with how he talks of finding a way back home, maybe Belos really DOES just want to return home, after all? He talks of making a way back homeā¦
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And we see a glimpse of the Portal, so it mightāve brought him there? Or did Philip succeed in making it, and that was his blueprint designs? Did he arrive by Titanās Blood? What happened to the portal if it brought him there, or if he made it? Why the scar, why near Edaās house, partially buried?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Was it lost before he could finish his work, and Philip got side-tracked into something elseā¦ Perhaps going on a crusade, on behalf of a curse/demon that possessed him? A demon that killed Kingās fatherā¦? Was the portal broken and he had to discard it, but then it naturally healed- Or did it just need to recharge, maybe Philip DID make it back home, WHAT IS THE ANSWER?! Is there some sort of doppelganger for Philip, is BELOS his doppelganger?! What is THIS WHAT-
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā WHAT AN EPISODE!
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Bayverse: Treating These Movies with More Dignity than They Deserve or Contain, Because Iām a Goddamned Professional - Part One
TRANSFORMERS (2007) - UNCOMFORTABLE SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN TEENAGERS THAT I DIDNāT NEED TO SEE
So.
This is a little different than what I usually do.
Clearly.
God, how did we even get here?
Oh, I remember.
The date was September 17th, 2020, and I was in a stream with nine or ten other people watching the first Bayverse Transformers movie. Why we were watching it doesnāt particularly matter- sometimes you just gotta watch garbage so you can refresh your palate for the good stuff, I suppose. Also, a couple of folks wanted to make goo-goo eyes at Blackoutās rotors.
...Itās not my thing, but Iām glad theyāve got something to make the journey worth taking.
I made some sort of comment about only using my brain for this blogās content, and someone (you know who you are :)) suggested that I take a proper look at the film. Being who I am, I immediately latched onto this idea, despite it being technically outside of what I write about.
And then I quintuple-downed, because winners donāt quit.
Good to know that my BA in Film Production wasnāt a complete waste of time.
Fun fact, I broke my television trying to watch Transformers for this. I think the universe was trying to stop me, by making me perform surgery on electronics, and also aggravating my carpal tunnel.
This movie came out when I was 13, and it was the first Transformers thing I saw after Cybertron. Yes, the anime one. No, not the one thatās objectively terrible.
Anyway.
How did I feel about Transformers when I saw it the first time? Wellā¦ it was okay. I liked the robots. I thought Mikaela was pretty, not that I knew what that meant back then. I watched it a few times, if only because my oldest younger brother kept renting it at Blockbuster. It was fun.
Now Iām older, and wiser, and know feminist theory, so my opinion is less āthis existsā and more āblind, murderous rageā.
Our film opens up with some claptrap about the Cubeā¢, a MacGuffin of ultimate power that allows the Transformers to create worlds in their image and populate them. Which means this is how they reproduce.
It always comes back to baby-making, doesnāt it?
The narration goes on about how the Cubeā¢ is very powerful, and some folks wanted it for good, and others for evil. The criteria for being āgoodā and āevilā isnāt established, and Iām not exactly sure how one would define such a thing, when all the Cubeā¢ does is create life, but, well, weāve only just begun. Maybe weāll get some answers later on.
Haha, I doubt it.
So, the Cubeā¢ is the catalyst for our 4 million year war this continuity, and that sucker was lost in the shuffle a while back. This is a problem, because, again, the Cubeā¢ is how the Transformers reproduce. Now everyoneās in a mad scramble to find the thing so their species doesnāt die out.
Three guesses as to where it ended up, and the first two donāt count.
Smashcut to the shit nobody cares about- the humans. We see an Osprey fly over the Qatar desert, carrying a buttload of American soldiers. We get a taste of some good old-fashioned xenophobia, as several soldiers mock a guy for not speaking English and loving his motherās cooking, going full āfunny haha gibberish languageā on him. Weāre two and a half minutes into the film, and I already want to stab something.
Ed Sheeran breaks into the conversation, I guess because he was feeling left out, revealing that he is the New Yorker stereotype of the film, for some reason. The fellas ask their captain, Lennox, what heās looking forward to most about getting home from their tour, and he reveals himself to be a family man. While heās been away, his wife had a baby, who he hasnāt so much as held yet. His men respond by mocking him.
For loving his child.
Weāre three minutes into the film, and the toxic masculinity might actually make me have an aneurysm.
The Ospreys land, the lads disembark, and we get a snapshot of what downtime during deployment looks like to Bay. There are a lot of kiddie swimming pools involved. Two men play basketball. We watch multiple men take outdoor showers. A young Qatari boy brings Lennox a camelback water pack with a smile on his face. This lets me know that heās a prop and not a character in this film. I canāt wait to see how many horrors heāll be put through to simulate pathos.
We get a shot of a helicopter flying over the desert, one that the US military doesnāt recognize as their own. They send a couple of planes to check it out, and said planes get their shop wrecked. The helicopter is revealed to be the same ācopter that was shot down several months prior. Thatāsā¦ not good. Ghost helicopter?
No. Not at all, actually.
Lennox gets on a video chat with his wife and daughter, who is wearing one of the most ridiculous baby outfits Iāve seen in a hot minute. And I used to work in childcare, so Iāve seen a good amount of those. The writing implies that normal bodily functions are unladylike and therefore undesirableā¦ in an infantā¦ and thatās when all hell breaks loose, thankfully saving me from more of Bay trying to make me give a shit about these characters.
The helicopter lands, we get a shot of the mustachioed pilot, who glitches (gasp), and the line āhave your crew step out or we will kill youā is uttered. Not even trying to hide the nationalism, are you?
This film hit theaters in 2007, when the xenophobia from 9/11 was still heavy in the air of the general populace, so things like this were more tolerated, and in fact approved of. Of course, itās not like America has really improved on that subject, or ever really had a point where we werenāt terrible about it, since we live in a world where the military-entertainment complex exists.
See, the Department of Defense and a good chunk of American entertainment industries have a little deal going, and have for the last few decades, and it goes like this: The DoD will allow the use of their vehicles, personnel, and bases, or the likenesses of such, for free, in exchange for their operations being shown in a positive/morally justified light. This is why you never see the armed forces portrayed in a way that makes them out as anything less than heroes- nobody would be able to afford the sets/likenesses without the DoDās aid. This is also why you see straight-up advertisements for the military branches on televison, in cinemas, and online, and why both the Army and Navy have flirted with having Twitch channels.
Itās all a ploy to get you to join the military, kids. Itās propaganda.
But enough about that, itās time for our first transformation sequence!
We get a lot of moving parts with this, since itās realistic CGI in a live-action movie, and it still holds up. Itās hard to tell whatās actually happening, but it, if nothing else, feels alien, surreal, and horrific to behold. They even included the original sound effect in the cacophony, which is nice.
Our ghost helicopter reveals itself to be a Transformer, not that we get that terminology at any point in this film. This specifically is Blackout, a Decepticon. The soldiers start firing on him the moment he starts transforming, then are surprised when the thing they started shooting with several guns retaliates. This is the point where everything ever in this military base explodes, brilliantly and repeatedly, because it wouldnāt be a Bay film without it. Thereās a lot of shouting and bright lights, and Iām positively certain that a great deal of people died during this fight.
Itās just a shame that I donāt care.
Blackout rips the top off of a building like itās a tin of anchovies, and then snags all the hard drives he can, downloading everything. This is a problem, but it seems like nobody was prepared for a giant alien robot hack-attack, because in order to shut down the power to the servers, you need to be able to unlock the breaker box, and no one seems to have the key. They solve the problem with a fire ax.
Lennox is leading the Qatari boy through the base towards safety. I should mention that itās night now, and several hours seem to have passed since the Ospreys landed, so I donāt know why this kid is still here. Heās got, like, a house and family to go home to.
We get some more tank-throwing action, Sergeant Epps almost gets flattened under Blackoutās foot, then the movie decides itās going to try to make things more interesting by having each shot cut flash, for whatever reason.
Someone shoots Blackout with a rocket launcher, I think, and this is the point where he throws his tiny little man off his back to go do his job. Yes, Blackoutās got a baby, and that baby is Scorponok, his symbiotic pal who likes to dig into the ground and be a sneaky little bastard.
Blackout blows up a ton more military equipment and personnel, and then itās time for another smashcut.
Now weāre in high school, just like all those dreams Iāve had where Iāve forgotten my homework. This is where we meet Sam Witwicky, our main character, and also the stand-in for our target demographic. Heās insufferable, and I donāt like him. Mikaela Banes, our love interest, is also present in this scene, but we donāt get to know about her character for, like, another 20 minutes, because who gives a shit about women, right? Theyāre just props, right?
Right???
RIGHT??????????
RIGH-
Sam is presenting on his great-great-grandfather, Archibald Witwicky, for his family genealogy report, in front of a class containing maybe three actors who are age appropriate.
I know child labor laws are a good thing, and that hiring adults to play teenagers is just the lay of the land, but I swear some of these students look like theyāre old enough to be on their second mortgage and third kid.
Anyway.
Archibald Witwicky was an explorer, one of the first to traverse the Arctic circle, and apparently his crew was made up of folks from 2007, because I swear the clothing for a few of these dudes isnāt period-appropriate. We get a seamen joke, because of course we do, and a sextant joke, because of course we do. Sam is also hawking all this crap heās brought in for the presentation, because he is a little bastard who has no idea what his peers would want to buy, or really how to relate to them at all. Heās selling these āpricelessā artifacts so he can get a car. Mikaela finds this charming, for some fucking reason. Also, her boyfriend is weirdly stroking her shoulder blade with his knuckles the whole time this is happening, and I hate it.
Archibald Witwicky went mad after his expedition, talking about an āice manā so often that his family ended up locking him in a mental asylum, likely to be forgotten about. Which is sad. But we wonāt be getting into the medical mistreatment of the mentally ill in Bayverse, now will we? Thatās just Too Deepā¢.
Samās teacher didnāt very much appreciate having his class be turned into an episode of Antiques Roadshow, but still gives Sam an āAā on the project, despite it being a very poor report that lasted all of two minutes. I suspect the teacher has tenure, and therefore no longer gives a shit about academic integrity. This āAā means that Samās father will buy him a car.
Which is nice, I suppose, if I gave a damn.
Samās father, Ron, picks up his son in a car he probably bought at the crux of his midlife crisis, in a green that reminds me of a school gymnasium floor, then plays a prank on his child by pretending to pull into the Porsche dealership. Sam isnāt getting a Porsche, which is good, because he doesnāt deserve one. As Sam gripes to his father, a yellow Camaro drives by oh so conspicuously. Wonder whatās up with that.
Instead of the Porshe dealership, they head over to the used car lot, which is being run by Bobby Bolivia, who spends his time yelling at his employees and wanting to murder his mother. Sam is incredibly ungrateful about the fact that his dad is helping him get a car, even though itās his FIRST car, and nobody gets a nice one the first go around. Or, at least, they shouldnāt, given the statistics about accidents with young drivers.
āNo sacrifice, no victoryā is uttered by Ron, which is the family motto, or so he claims. Archibald Witwicky said the same thing when he had multiple people dying trying to get to the Arctic Circle, so thereās precedence for the phrase, but weāll see how it holds up throughout the film.
Bobby Bolivia shows Sam and Ron the cars he has for sale, and Sam is immediately drawn to the yellow Camaro in the lot, though thereās a small problem- itās too expensive for what he and his father agreed to. Also, nobody knows where the hell it came from, so paperwork might be an issue. When Bobby tries to show Sam the yellow Beetle they have right down the line, everything explodes, because this is a Bay film, and fuck the original material this movie was based on. Bobby lets them have the Camaro for a lower price, suddenly fearful of whatever strange powers have just visited his place of business. āThe car picks the driverā is suddenly more than a bullshit line to spout off in order to sell cars, and Iām certain thatās shaken the poor man.
Over in Washington, D.C., the Secretary of Defense prepares to address just what the hell happened in Qatar, lamenting on how young the audience heās going to be speaking to is. In particular, heās referring to the two dweebs and the hot chick sitting in one of the rows. All the women in this movie who arenāt someoneās mom are made up to be very pretty. And not even in a realistic way. But weāll get to that in a bit.
So, the military network was hacked. Thatās bad. Nobody knows who did it. Thatās also bad. The only lead the US has is a soundbite, which is the signal that hacked the network.
Everyone here at the briefing is going to be helping to figure this mess out. This is great, if you like looking at Rachael Taylor for a few seconds at a time, and can compartmentalize hard enough to make that worth the effort of watching this godforsaken film.
Back at the Witwicky household, we meet Mojo, a chihuahua with a cast that doesnāt seem like itās actually doing anything. I wish he was the main character instead of Sam.
Sam arrives home from the dealership, and says āalright, Mojo, Iāve got the car. Now I need the girl.ā
As if ownership of a person is something to aspire to.
As if women are property to be owned.
As if women arenāt people, but rather commodities.
Weāre 17.5 minutes into this film.
Weāre introduced to Judy, Samās mother. Sheās shrill, and annoying. This is by design, because none of the women in this film are actually people, but rather archetypes to bounce off of the male characters.
Sam and his father have a moment of what some might consider banter, then Sam gets huffy with his mom over gender roles for the dog. I, for one, think Mojo looks positively dashing in his bedazzled collar, and to hell with whatever Sam says to the contrary.
Sam drives off to go be a misogynist, with the promise to be back by 11PM.
Over in Qatar, the soldiers and that little boy are running from the attack on their base, as Lennoxās wife watches a public announcement on the matter back at home. The Secretary of Defense lets us know that weāre at DEFCON Delta at this point. Lennox Jr. cries, and all I can think about is how they probably pinched that baby to make that happen. They pinched a baby for Transformers (2007).
The soldiers in Qatar talk about shit they have no idea about, Sergeant Epps going on about somehow having been able to see a forcefield around Blackout through his super special binoculars. I donāt know how, or why, he knows this. I donāt know anything anymore.
Ed Sheeran has his doubts about this whole thing, and Lennox is also present in the scene, because I guess heās important. Through a bit of dramatic irony, Fig- the guy everyone was making fun of for being bilingual at the start of the film- says that this probably isnāt over, as the shape of Scorponok shifts through the sand just beyond them.
Epps is having a minor crisis over the fact that Blackout saw him, but we donāt have time for that, because weāve got to get to cover. The lads decide to head to the little Qatari boyās house. Again, I wonder why he was at the base at all, considering that it seems like theyāve been traveling for a good portion of the day.
Back with Sam, heās picked up his friend Miles, and together theyāre going to a lake party. Are they invited to this party? Yes, but also no. Itās public property though, so it should be fine. As they park, Sam notices that Mikaela is here, which is great for him.
Mikaelaās boyfriend, Trent- whose name I had to look up- is a massive tool, and starts pestering the two boys for daring to exist in his airspace. Miles climbs a tree. Iām glad heās having fun, at least. Sam makes a joke at the expense of people with brain injuries, and this for some reason? Warrants a shot of Mikaela making the blank āpretty girlā face? In response?
Mikaela saves Sam from becoming a wet stain on the grass, which is very kind of her, and more than Sam really deserves. Trent, his boys, and Mikaela start to head off for another party, to get away from Sam and his tree-loving friend. Mikaela offers to drive, and Trent says that she canāt handle his truck, because sheās a ~girl~. This causes Mikaela to ditch him, and start walking home.
The script knows enough about misogyny to know that this would be a nice ātake thatā. Michael Bay, however, likely fails to see why everything he did with said script involving this character is a goddamned problem.
Because Mikaela, bless her heart, has a lot of problems.
Letās start with the outfit: a croptop, a jean skirt that BARELY covers her ass, and a pair of wedge heels that are at least four inches tall. On a character that is, at oldest, freshly 18.
Look, Iām all about self-expression and the freedom to choose how you dress for yourself and yourself alone, but this clearly isnāt that. This is a character, not a person, whose wardrobe was designed for the straight male gaze. Sheās wearing fucking STRAP HEELS to the lake. This is about oogling. This is about reducing a whole-ass person to the same status as a piece of meat. In fact, who was on wardrobe for this? Iād like to have a few words with-
A woman? Okay, well, what else has she worked on?
You canāt be fucking serious.
ANYWAY.
Miles just called Mikaela an āevil jock concubine.ā I donāt like Miles anymore.
As Mikaela walks down the road, strutting hard enough that Iāve got sympathy pains in my hips, the radio in the Camaro turns on, playing āDriveā by the Cars, and giving Sam a hell of an idea; heās gonna drive Mikaela home, so she doesnāt have to walk the 10 miles to her house. Why he knows how far she lives from the lake isnāt addressed.
Sam kicks Miles out of the car and goes to give Mikaela a ride, which she accepts after a bit of self-deliberation, and also him making an ass of himself. The shot here is framed with Sam like heās a normal-ass person, and Mikaela from her breasts to the top of her waist. Because of COURSE it is.
She hops in the car and then goes off about her taste in hot guys. Which is weird, and out of left field. Sam is about as confused as I am, then continues to make a fool of himself. This is his nature as a person. Mikaela has no idea who Sam is, even though theyāve gone to the same school for the last 10 years and have multiple classes together. And the fact that she was staring him down all through his genealogy presentation. And at the lake.
This movie isnāt very well thought out, I feel.
Itās at this point the the Camaro turns the key on itself and starts to sputter out and die, as āSexual Healingā by Marvin Gaye pops on the radio.
I donāt like how this car is trying to get Sam laid.
I donāt like how this car is trying to get Sam laid with a girl who didnāt even know his name five minutes ago.
I donāt like how this car knows what sex is.
The Camaro breaks down on a cliff, and Mikaela hops out to work on the engine, and also to get the hell away from Samās sputtering.
As Mikaela admires the sweet engine in this Camaro, showing off her knowledge of cars, we get several shots of her from her breasts to her thighs, while Sam is treated like an actual person. Donāt bother trying to play it off as an artistic choice, Bay, this is blatant horndogging. This adds to NOTHING, other than my ire.
Sam says more stupid shit, and Mikaela, who must be the nicest fucking person in the world, just tells him to fire up the engine so she can try to sort out the problem. Then he asks why she goes for jackasses like Trent, and she decides that sheās hit her limit for today, opting to walk the rest of the way home. Good on you, Mikaela. Donāt take Samās bullshit.
Sam, realizing that heās put his foot in his mouth for the 80th time today, pleads with his Camaro to do him a solid and work, and this actually works out for him. Great. Sam, victorious, once again offers Mikaela a ride, which she, once again, takes.
He drops her off without further incident, and she thanks him for listening. Even though they didnāt really talk that much. I dunno, maybe they had a super deep conversation offscreen. Mikaela asks Sam if he thinks sheās shallow, because clearly all women need approval from the men around them, and Sam says that thereās more to her than meets the eye.
Which made me groan aloud.
Anyway, she gets inside without a problem, and Sam professes his love for his new Camaro for allowing him to talk to a girl. Or at least talk at her.
Back in Washington, D.C., at the Pentagon National Military Command Center, weāre making weirdly racist calls on who hacked the military.
Up with Air Force One, a conspicuous boombox transforms into a robot, and then runs off to hack shit. The President of the United States requests some snack cakes. A flight attendant goes down to storage to retrieve said snack cakes, and finds that boombox in the elevator with her. Considering this is Air Force One, youād perhaps expect her to immediately be suspicious of such a thing, but this is Bayverse, and we donāt think here.
The flight attendant brings the boombox down with her and places it on the counter as she goes to get the presidential snack cakes. The boombox immediately disappears. Now, youād perhaps expect her to immediately be suspicious of such a thing, but this is Bayverse-
The flight attendant opens up the snack cake package, for some reason, and drops the cake on the floor. She then proceeds to eat it, and then act shocked when it tastes like floor. Thereās a robot in her fucking line of sight, and youād perhaps expect her to immediately be suspicious of such a thing-
She leaves to go feed the President floor cakes, and our little robot friend gets to work stealing government secrets. He, if nothing else, looks pretty cool doing it. Heās a very pointy lad.
Back at the Pentagon, Maddie- Rachael Taylorās character- can hear the hacking. This sends everyone into a panic, because, well, that shouldnāt be happening. The hacking noise is a direct match to the one from Qatar, so thatās obviously a problem.
Back on Air Force One, our little robot friend is looking for āProject Icemanā, which he very quickly finds, and downloads everything theyāve got on it, and also plants a virus. The process seems to beā¦ doing things to him. Itās weird. This movie is weird.
The Pentagon cuts all the system hardlines, stopping the process, but itās too late- he got what he wanted, just about. Two security personnel come into the room, and the robot kills them both with some spinning blade disc nonsense. Air Force One is forced to land for the safety of everyone on-board. More security detail comes in to deal with the little bastard, but he transforms into a boombox and sits on a shelf to avoid suspicion. Now, youād perhaps expect-
With the plane grounded, our robot is able to walk his little ass over to a cop car. And when I say walk, I do mean walk; this fucker is in multiple folksā line of sight and nobody notices a thing. When he enters the car, heās greeted by the mustachioed driver- the same driver who was operating the helicopter at the beginning of the film. This mustache man is a holographic avatar, one thatās being used by all the Decepticons.
We get our first real taste of Cybertronian language, as our robot- itās Frenzy, his name is Frenzy- lets everyone know that heās found a clue to the location of the AllSpark, and, through the power of the internet, knows where to find the guy whoās gonna give them what they need.
Three guesses to who it is, and the first two donāt count.
Back at the Witwicky household, Samās car does a runner in the middle of the night. Sam, horrified that his property is being stolen, pursues on a bike, screaming at his dad to call the cops. Sam also calls the cops, as he tears through the neighborhood.
The Camaro breaks into an abandoned building, Sam follows, and we finally get a shot of our audience appeal character. Sam watches in disbelief as a giant yellow space robot shines a beacon into the sky, then makes a video on his flip phone recording the experience. He apologizes to his parents for owning pornographic magazines, and goes to face his probable demise.
However, death does not come from above, instead manifesting itself as two of the strongest junkyard dogs in the known universe, who break their brick-inlaid chains to get at this little dip of a man. Sam is chased through the yard, climbing on top of a couple precarious oil drums, even though thereās a ladder, like, right there. The Camaro rolls in, scaring off the dogs, and Sam bolts, throwing the keys to his ride at his ride. When he gets outside, the cops have arrived, and immediately arrest him.
Back with the US government, the Secretary of State is having a conversation about all the bullshit that just went down with Air Force One. He and his fellow cishet old white men discuss their options, until Maddie comes in to set them straight on some of the facts. They act all indignant about it, because women canāt be smart, right?
Right???
RIGHT??????????
RIGH-
Anyway, we get a weird little deflection of Maddieās role in everything, because a woman is nothing without the men around her, then she brings up the point that the bullshit that happened on Air Force One went down in just a few seconds, which isnāt something that anyone can actually do. She brings up quantum mechanics, which everyone blows off as nonsense- not that I wouldnāt as well- and theorizes on a DNA-based computer, which is technically a thing, if not trapped in the realm of speculation. Itās at this point that the Secretary of Defense tells her to come back when she can back these wild claims up, and isnāt just clearly spitballing.
And then he snaps his fingers at her, and any point he might have had leaves my brain so I have more room for being enraged.
Back with Sam, weāre at the police station talking to the cops. His dad is here, and Sam is trying to explain that his car is a dude. Even though he took at a video (one that was likely crap, given how quickly he spun his phone around to show off what he was seeing) the cops, understandably, donāt believe him. Then one of them, not so understandably, startsā¦ threatening Sam? With his sidearm? And daring him to try something? This isnāt any sort of statement on the corruption of American law enforcement, itās just bizarre.
Back in Qatar, our soldier buddies have found a telephone line, and are going to try to use it to get in contact with the rest of the world. Itās just too bad that Scorponokās decided to make an entrance, and knock said telephone line the hell down. Ed Sheeran has next to no reaction to this, despite it happening maybe ten feet behind him. Fig speaks Spanish, and Ed Sheeran makes a point to be an asshole about it.
Scorponok is about to stab Lennox with his very pointy tail, when Epps notices- finally, someone with peripheral vision- and starts shooting. Then everyone starts shooting, kicking up enough sand to blind themselves, as Scorponok scuttles away, buries himself, then reappears behind Ed Sheeran.
Ed Sheeran does not survive this experience.
The others bolt, not wanting the same to happen to them, and for the fourth time I wonder just why the hell this young boy was at the base in the first place.
Off in the distance, the community of a nearby town wonders just what the shit is going on out in the desert. Our soldiers run into the town, and everyone gets their guns and start firing on Scorponok, who retaliates, because why the hell wouldnāt he?
Lennox demands that the young boy take him to his father, and proceeds to borrow his phone. As shit goes down outside, we have a sort-of gag where Lennox is trying to contact the Pentagon, while a telemarketer tries to get him to buy a phone package. In order for this call to go through, heās going to need a credit card. This is where the well-known āpocketā scene comes from, as Lennox searches Eppsā pants for his wallet as he fires on Scorponok. Itās probably the best-written thing in this whole film.
With the credit card acquired, Lennox finally gets through to the Pentagon, and tosses Epps the phone so he can talk. Maybe heās got anxiety about speaking on the phone, I dunno.
Scorponok shows off his disregard for historical architecture, blowing up several buildings, and the US government just watches this all go down. One of the actors in this scene looks like my dad, and it trips me up every time heās on screen. Anyway, now the Pentagon knows about the giant space robots running around in Qatar. They send over some air support about it. All this manages to do is piss Scorponok off.
So they try it again.
This time it works, sort of.
At the very least, heās left now.
Tail fell off, though.
Also, Figās been grievously wounded. The others, for once, donāt make fun of his native language while they help him hold his blood inside his body.
Back at the Pentagon, Maddieās looking to prove that the bullshit thatās been going on is of the sci-fi variety, and in order to do that, sheās going to need a little outside help. She takes the information from the Pentagon, slaps it into an SD card, hides that shit in her blush compact, and then runs out the door to Glenn Whitmannās house. Or, rather, his grandmaās house.
Glenn is a hacker, and shouldnāt be seeing anything that Maddieās brought him, but everyone knows that confidentiality is for nerds, so whatever.
Back at the Pentagon, Maddieās immediately been caught. Itās almost like slapping the military network onto an SD card maybe wasnāt such a hot idea. But what do I know?
Glenn takes a look at the soundbite and figures out that thereās a code embedded in the thing in about two seconds. Good to know our tax dollars are being well-spent on the US military, that some dude in his jammies can figure this shit out faster than a whole team of analysts. They figure out that āProject Icemanā is involved with this somehow, and also the existence of Sector Seven. Itās at this point that the FBI busts in. Good. I kind of want Maddie to go to jail for this, because she was about as stupid as she could be handling the situation.
Glennās cousin goes through a closed glass door- donāt worry, itās tempered- and thereās a weird cut before that exact same shot continues, and heās tackled into the pool. There was no reason for that to have happened, but here we are.
Back with Sam, weāre treated to him in his boxers, shooting basketballs in his room. He goes into the kitchen, where Mojo is standing on a stool. Itās a very tall stool, the sort you sit on, and heās justā¦ there. I donāt know how he got there. Thereās no one else in the room besides Sam, and I know he didnāt put him there.
Clearly this must mean Mojo is God, and being on that stool is his divine will. I will be approaching the rest of the franchise with this in mind, because itās clearly the only answer.
Our merciful Lord Mojo jumps up on the kitchen counter and begins growling at something through the window. Sam looks outā¦ the opposite windowā¦ to find that his Camaro has returned to him, and is less than thrilled about it, to put it lightly. He drops a jug of milk- luckily it was mostly empty, given the sound it makes when it hits the floor- and gives his buddy Miles a call. You remember Miles, donāt you? If you donāt, itās fine, because he reestablishes his quirkiness with a single shot, as he sits in a swimsuit and bathes his huge-ass dog in a kiddie pool, and answers the phone with a headset he just happened to be wearing. He must get a lot of calls during Dog Washing Hours.āØ
After giving us one of the most intense voice cracks Iāve ever heard, Sam books it out of his house, hopping on a bike to escape his murderous Camaro. Heās not seen the thing commit any murders, mind you, but he seems pretty convinced that it would do the job, given half a chance. Also, this isnāt the bike he rode the night before; that one is likely being chewed on by those strong-ass junkyard dogs. No, for some reason, the Witwickys have a pastel pink girlās bike, with the fun little handle tassels and the basket and everything. As far as I can tell, Sam is an only child, and if you think Bayās going to allow for a teenage boy to have the vulnerability to own a pink bike, youāve not been paying attention for the last 48.5 minutes.
The Camaro gives chase, rolling after Sam on his bike at a brisk 7 MPH down the frigginā sidewalk, one of the only scenes in this travesty of a film to actually get me to crack a smile. Sam races through town until city planning puts a stop to him, through the magic of using chunks of cement to decorate the mulch around their trees. He crashes his bike, faceplants into the concrete in front of Mikaela, and promptly dies, thus ending the film.
No, he doesnāt die. I just told a fib. Iām sorry.
Instead, he does a flip and lands on his back, likely receiving a concussion, in front of Mikaela and her friends. Her friends laugh, because everyone hates Sam, as they should, and Mikaela says that what he just did was āreally awesome.ā Donāt try to be nice, Mikaela, this is Sam weāre talking about; you could stick the dude in the freezer overnight and he still wouldnāt be even remotely cool.
Sam gets back to the whole ārunning away from a carā deal, and Mikaela decides that this is the sort of thing sheād like to do with her day, so she ditches her friends in the middle of their scheduled Burger Kingā¢ time to go see what the hell Samās on about.
As Sam is chased by the Camaro who is being chased by Mikaela on her motorized scooter, a cop becomes involved, tearing through the streets to join this ridiculous game of tag. Now, weāve seen two different flavor of cop so far- the mustachioed avatar cop car that picked up Frenzy from the airport, and the dude who threatened a teenage boy with a gun after accusing him of being under the influence of drugs. Either way, I donāt think this is going to turn out well for Sam.
Samās cornered himself under one of those really wide bridges where people can park their cars, which wasnāt terribly smart, but itās Sam, so this is about par for the course. The Camaro manages to miss him, but the cop car does not. Sam is actually pretty cool with the cops being here, as if they could do anything about āSatanās Camaro.ā I guess he didnāt see the decal on the side of this car that says āto punish and enslaveā¦ā
Sam attempts to approach the car for help, and gets clotheslined by a car door for his troubles. He hits his head on the pavement, certainly exasperating the brain injury he received not ten minutes ago. Still, he continues to try to talk to the holographic avatar through the windshield, revealing that the bike heās been riding is his motherās. Mystery solved, I suppose.
The cop car doesnāt much appreciate being slapped on the hood, and begins to rev violently at Sam, threatening to run him over several times. Then it explodes into being a robot. Sam, whoās seen a lot of really weird shit in the last 24 hours, nopes out of the situation. Itās at this point that I realize heās wearing a shirt for the band the Strokes. I donāt know why that stuck out to me, but it did. Guess my brain needed something to latch onto during all this.
Sam is running as fast as his little legs allow, as our newest robot friend takes up a leisurely jog to keep pace. Then he kicks Sam. He kicks Samās body like the football. This, of course, instantly turns Sam into a bag of jelly and kills him, thus ending the film.
No, he doesnāt die. I just told another fib. Iām sorry.
Sam somehow survives being punted by a giant metal leg and lands in the windshield of a car that doesnāt turn into a robot. Then he gets yelled at by the cop car. This is Barricade, a member of the Decepticons, and Samās got something he wants. Or, should I say āLadiesMan217ā has something he wants.
LadiesMan217 is Samās Ebay username. This is both stupid because no teenage boy existing beyond the year 1985 would have ever called himself that, and also because itās just stupid.
Barricade wants the glasses Sam presented for his genealogy report, and he wants them NOW. Seeing as the thing he wants is for sale, and nobody had been bidding on it, one would wonder why Barricade and his associates didnāt just try to purchase them like upstanding citizens. Perhaps Decepticons donāt understand the concept of money, or perhaps they donāt have a stable address to have the glasses shipped to. Or perhaps nobody considered that angle when the script was being put together. Who can say?
Sam gets back to running away from Barricade, we see where Mikaela got to, and the two of them collide. Sam rips Mikaela off of her scooter, and they both fall to the ground. Mikaela, who did not buckle the clasp on her helmet, asks Sam what his fucking problem is. Then his problem shows up, and they take a very long time to get up so they can run. So long, in fact, that the Camaro has to swing in to save them. After much pleading from Sam, Mikaela gets inside Satanās Camaro, and the two of them are whisked away to safety. Barricade pursues, and then the butt rock starts.
Thereās a lot of screaming and yelling, the Camaro busts through a window and several shelves in an abandoned building, thereās some drifting, and then suddenly itās nighttime. Barricade somehow got in front of the Camaro, and is circling like a shark. The Camaro locks the two teenagers inside itself, though I suppose they could climb out through the still-open windows if they really wanted to. The Camaro cuts the engine off, then cuts it back on and bolts for the exit, and this somehow tricks Barricade long enough for them to get past.
The Camaro dumps Mikaela and Sam out one of the doors and then transforms into that yellow space robot we saw a bit ago. Itās Bumblebee! Nearly an hour in, and we finally get a proper look at the little bastard. I guess thatās what happens when you spend the first 20-something minutes on being xenophobic and appealing to the focus groups that think itās fine sexualize high schoolers.
Bumblebee- no, heās not introduced himself yet, but I just canāt keep calling him āthe Camaroā anymore- comes out of his transformation ready to square the fuck up. Barricade throws himself at Bumblebee, they roll around on the ground for a bit, then things start sparking and exploding, because this is a Michael Bay film. Frenzy jumps out and starts chasing down Mikaela and Sam, while Bumblebee and Barricade murder death punch each other. Frenzy manages to grab Sam by the ankles, drag him to the ground, and rip his pants off. Not sure how that happened, considering heās still got his shoes on.
While Samās busy being chased by a sentient pile of safety pins, Mikaelaās taken it upon herself to be proactive about her survival, and is raiding a nearby building for power tools. She sprints out holding an electric jig saw and saves Sam by decapitating Frenzy. If you know anything about Transformers, then you know this doesnāt actually kill Frenzy, but good on her for being a badass. Why couldnāt Mikaela be our main character again? Oh, right, because sheās a ~girl~.
Sam punts Frenzyās head, like, 50 yards, which seems like something he shouldnāt be able to do, given that heās a massive weenie, but there you are. With that out of the way, Sam takes Mikaelaās hand and they run off to go watch the giant robot fight. The bottom of Frenzyās head turns into a spider and he crawls his way over to Mikaelaās purse. Heās gonna steal her gum, the fiend!
Mikaela and Sam have, unfortunately, missed the giant robot fight, which means that we, as the audience, have also missed the giant robot fight. Which is unbelievably stupid, seeing as everyone who has ever watched this movie came for the GIANT GODDAMN ROBOTS.
Mikaela asks just who the hell the yellow robot is, I guess because sheās finally had a second to process what the hellās going on. Sam claims that heās a super-advanced robot, āprobably from Japan.ā Whether or not this is a reference to the Japanese origins of the original toy line isnāt clear, though somehow I think itās more xenophobia. Sam also makes the claim that if Bumblebee had intended to hurt them, he would have done it by now. This is quite the jump from a few hours ago, when he was calling the poor guy āSatanās Camaro.ā
Sam finally, finally asks Bumblebee what his deal is, and we get our first taste of the Bayverse Bumblebee Gimmick. The Gimmick here is that, due to an injury to his vocal processing, Bumblebee cannot communicate through traditional means, i.e. speech. Because of this, he instead strings together sentences by flicking through the radio frequencies and choosing key words. This can lead to some interesting audio design, like describing his fellow Autobots to ārain down like visitors form heaven, Hallelujah!ā because a radio sermon fit what he was trying to say best.
This gimmick is one that has been used in other pieces of Transformers media, at least in part. Bumblebee is unable to speak traditionally in Transformers: Prime, and instead communicates in beeps and clicks that his teammates can understand, but not so much the humans, save for Raf. In Bumblebee (2018), the idea was used whole-cloth, with the injury resulting in his inability to speak happening on-camera within the first 10 minutes of the movie, and the idea of āexpressing oneself through musicā being introduced by his human companion Charlie Watson.
All in all, I rather like the idea going on here; itās an interesting part of his character that opens up for a lot of interesting and creative moments.
Itās just too bad it was introduced in fucking Bayverse.
But yeah, anyway, the other Autobots are coming to Earth. Shitās gonna be lit.
Bumblebee turns back into a Camaro, and Sam uses the power of FOMO to get Mikaela to go in the car with him. We get a shot of Barricade fucking dying on the side of the road. Frenzy murders Mikaelaās phone, and then steals its identity, including the little bejeweled heart stickers. Good thing Mikaela remembered to go get her purse, otherwise he probably would have felt very silly doing that.
Mikaela refuses to sit in the driverās seat, seeing as she now knows Samās car is sentient, and sort of feels weird about this whole thing. Sam suggests that she sit in his lap instead, as the camera angles to give us a peek at the cup of Mikaelaās bra. When asked why the hell she should do such a thing, Sam says itās a concern about her safety, given that the middle console of the car does not have a seatbelt. Sam either fails to recognize that seatbelts going over two layered bodies wonāt save either of them in the event of a crash, or heās just trying to make an excuse to have a pretty girl in his lap.
Given what movie this is, Iām going to guess itās the latter.
Mikaela has a similar line of thought, but scoots over anyway, saying that the seatbelt line was a āsmooth moveā. It wasnāt, but if I picked apart every single bad line Sam had in this film, Iād be here all day.
Mikaela questions Bumblebeeās taste in alt-mode, which offends him to the point of dumping both her and Sam out in the street and driving away. He returns, moments later, as a sleek new Camaro, that Iām sure some car aficionados would call āsexy.ā
Bumblebeeās alt-mode is a 2009 Chevrolet Camaro, of which there were none during the time of filming. It was put together for this movie in roughly five weeks. Sam is blown away by the fact that he now owns a car that does not currently exist in his universe. Mikaela is impressed, or at least she would be, if women were allowed to show that emotion in a non-horny way in a Bay film.
Judy doesnāt count.
As Bumblebee breaks into yet another restricted area, we get a shot of the Earth from orbit, as several objects rocket towards the planet. Sam and Mikaela watch the Autobots burn up in the atmosphere, and Mikaela tries to hold Samās hand as they do, and itās at this point that I have to address how much I hate these twoās dynamic.
I donāt give a single solitary shit about this romance, because A) itās poorly written, B) Mikaela could do infinitely better than Sam, C) I dislike Sam so very much, D) Mikaela, who is a way more interesting character, got placed on frigginā love interest duty because ~girl~, and E) itās useless padding to try and make me care about whatās happening here, and I just DONāT. I do NOT care about whether these two get together or not.
We see the Autobots crash-land, three out of four of them causing massive amounts of property damage and possibly killing at least one person. Their stasis pods crack open, and they each climb out, completely naked and in desperate need of clothing to hide their shame. With a quick scan of nearby vehicles, theyāre once again decent to be seen in public.
Bumblebee drives the kids out to what I can only assume is the warehouse district he sent that beacon out in, as our collection of good guys finally come together at long last. A massive Peterbilt semi-truck stops directly in front of Mikaela and Sam.
Weāre over an hour into this film, and weāre just now getting to the quintessential Transformer, Optimus Prime himself.
In the original cartoon, Optimusās alt-mode was whatās known as a cabover truck, one where the cab- where the driver sits- is seated directly over the engine. These were popular during the days when maximum truck-lengths were much shorter than they are currently. This is why when you look at height charts for Optimus over various continuities, his G1 cartoon counterpart much shorter than his other iterations.
Modern trucks are longer, and donāt need the cab to sit on top of the engine to save on space. The designers chose to use a Peterbilt to make sure that Optimus would have an imposing stature when compared to his fellow Autobots.
Because heaven forbid we not have heightism come into play in this film.
Our Autobots transform, and say what you will about these bastards being visually incomprehensible, the transformations themselves are cool as hell. My personal favorite is Jazzās, where he does a cool windmill into his root mode.
Optimus crouches like heās looking at a cool bug on the sidewalk and addresses Sam by name. He doesnāt even acknowledge Mikaela, which I find to be a bit rude, but whatever. He then introduces himself as the leader of the Autobots.
Peter Cullen is back as the voice for Optimus Prime, sounding wonderful as always. He almost wasnāt brought on for this project, because Michael Bay didnāt want him. If the fans hadnāt thrown a hissyfit, who knows who we would have gotten to be our space dad for the next hour and a half?
This is actually an issue thatās recurred several times in the last few years, and not just with Cullen; Frank Welker, the voice of Megatron, as well as many other Transformers, has been refused roles within Transformers properties. In general, this is because both Cullen and Welker are union actors, and Hasbro would prefer to hire sound-alikes than pay more money for the originals. This isnāt to shame the non-union actors, goodness no, just to merely point out less-than-fantastic business practices.
I realize there have been a lot of tangents, but you have to understand that I am suffering as I do this.
Optimus then introduces his team- thereās Jazz, whose first line is āWhatās crackinā little bitches?ā, Ironhide, who incorrectly quotes Dirty Harry, and Ratchet, who calls out just how obnoxiously horny Samās character is. We also finally get Bumblebeeās name.
Mikaela asks the very good question of why the fuck the Autobots are here on Earth. Optimus explains that the AllSpark is here, and theyāve got to get to it before Megatron does. He then goes on to explain who Megatron is, stating that he ābetrayedā the Cybertronian empire.
No, how exactly he did that isnāt addressed. Weāll just have to take Optimusās word, I suppose.
If youāve sussed out by this point the the AllSpark and the Cubeā¢ are the same thing, congrats! You win. Megatron followed the AllSpark to Earth, where he promptly was neutralized by the cold of the Arctic circle. This was 110 years prior to the events of this film, and where Archibald Witwicky came in to the story.
When the expedition was happening, Archibald fell through the ice during a collapse, and ended up finding Megatronās frozen body in an ice cave. He went poking around on this strange metal giant, and ended up activating Megatronās navigation systems, which imprinted the coordinates of the AllSpark onto Archibaldās glasses.
Donāt ask how that works, it just does.
So, the Autobots need the glasses, so they can find the AllSpark before the Decepticons do, so those guys donāt use it to build an army out of Earthās machines, which will destroy humanity.
Sounds simple enough, letās go get that vision correction device!
Back with the military dudes, everyoneās taking a gander at the tail that Scorponok left behind. They theorize that the metal that makes up these giant murder-robots reacts to extreme heat, but elaboration on that point will have to wait, because the tail has begun to flail. They quickly strap it down, then call the military to let them know to strap anti-tank guns onto anything thatās going to be approaching any giant robots.
Meanwhile, in an interrogation room, Maddie and Glen have been left to sweat a bit. Glen takes to stress-eating, while framing it as a psychological tactic to subconsciously prove his innocence to the FBI.
This is a fat joke, with the added nasty layer of Glen being a black man about to be interrogated by one of the most intimidating white cops Iāve seen in a hot minute.
Glen immediately folds, pinning all the blame on Maddie, and claiming that heās been a perfect angel his whole life. We get some weird purity culture out of him, before Maddie lets the FBI know that she needs to talk to the Secretary of Defense, NOW.
Over at the Witwicky household, Samās parents are watching the news, trying to find out what all those loud crashes were about. Optimus Prime drives down their residential street, the rest of the gang in tow, then they all park to wait for Sam to go get the glasses.
For about 20 seconds.
Sam has to physically hold the door shut to prevent his father from coming out and seeing several very tall robots from outer space tip-toeing around his freshly-landscaped yard, I guess because they got antsy. Optimus plods around on the grass and breaks a fountain, and our benevolent god Mojo comes out of the house, assuredly to smite the leader of the Autobots.
Mikaela runs onto the scene, and Sam chastises her for not controlling the robots who didnāt even acknowledge her existence, outside of pointing out Sam was sexually attracted to her.
Mojo pees on Ironhideās foot, which prompts Ironhide to threaten to shoot the creature. This is why Ironhide isnāt getting into heaven. Sam, one of Mojoās chosen few, claims that the mortal shell of his god is seen as a beloved pet by many humans. Sam runs into the house, before Mojo can incur his divine wrath on the Autobots.
While Sam goes to get the glasses, the Autobots decide to do a little peeping on the house, watching his parents watch TV. Sam tears his room apart trying to find the glasses, and Optimus thinks that it would be helpful if he brought Mikaela up to help look. Itās at this point that I realize that Sam has an utterly bizarre fish tank.
I mean, legitimately, what the fuck is this? No filter, no plants, might not even have any rocks on the bottom. Is this a comically oversized bong Sam threw a couple fish into? What the fuck.
Mikaela starts looking for the glasses, running into what is likely a box of porn mags, then they both look out the window to find that the Autobots have decided to hide in plain sight by transforming... in the middle of Samās backyard. Amazing work, gentlemen.
Sam finally convinces the Autobots to go sit in the alley and wait, only for Ratchet to run into a power line and trip into a greenhouse. The resulting impact is interpreted as an earthquake. Judy does not have the reaction one might expect from someone whoās lived in California for at least ten years.
Ratchetās fine, by the way.
The power cuts out, and Ron goes up to check on his son, because heās at least a halfway-decent father. Ratchetās shining a light to aid in the search for the glasses. Samās parents notice this bright light, and bang on Samās door to see whatās up.
Sam quickly hides Mikaela and then attempts to salvage the situation, answering the door and trying to control the narrative. Unfortunately, Ron is far too inquisitive for Sam to do this, and then Judy asks if Sam was masturbating.
Judy, is privacy just not a thing to you? Because if not, it really ought to be.
She keeps going with it too, trying to come up with code words, until another one of the Autobots trips and causes Ron to panic again, climbing into Samās ancient claw-foot bathtub to protect himself. He looks out the window to check on his beloved yard, lamenting that the earthquake tore it up.
Ironhide is strongly considering killing Samās parents. Optimus tells him that they donāt harm humans, and also begins to wonder if he made a mistake bringing this guy along.
Back in Samās room, itās becoming increasingly obvious that Sam is an absolutely terrible liar, and Mikaela reveals herself, if only to prevent Judy from trying to talk about self-pleasure again. Of course, now she gets to be subjected to both of Samās parents objectifying her, so this might be a lose-lose situation.
Sam is reminded that his backpack is in the kitchen, just in time for the government to show up at his house. Mikaela makes a comment about Judy being nice. I suppose on a surface level, yes, being told that youāre gorgeous by someoneās mom is nice. I do have to question the context that compliment took place in, however.
Samās about to hand the glasses over to the Autobots, when someone rings the doorbell. Itās Sector Seven, and theyāre here to talk to Sam about his stolen car being part of an issue involving national security. Ron and Judy are more concerned about their yard being torn up, Judy yelling that they āneed to get their hands off [her] bush.ā
We still have another hour of this movie.
The agent leading this mission asks Sam to come with him for questioning, which his parents are very much against. Mojo also voices his displeasure, but it would seem that Agent Simmons is not a follower of the Tenets of Mojo. Sam gets geigered, and his readings are high enough for Sector Seven to take him and everyone in this house into custody.
As Sam and Mikaela are riding in the back of the car, Simmons brings up Samās Ebay account, and also the phone video he took of Bumblebee earlier in the week. Mikaela is rather unimpressed with Sam at the moment, probably because heās gotten her arrested. She still tries to help him out though, because she really is just the nicest fucking person on the planet.
Alas, the combined efforts of these two teenagers isnāt enough to fool the long arm of the law, especially when itās a branch of said law that deals with extraterrestrial activity. Simmons threatens to lock up these literal children for life if they donāt start talking. Mikaela isnāt taking the bait, so he goes after her fatherās parole hearing instead.
Yep! As it turns out, Mikaela and her father stole cars to get by, and sheās got the record to back that claim up. Simmons calls her a criminal, then says that criminals are hot. Mikaela looks like sheās about to cry, and I donāt blame her in the slightest.
Optimus, I suppose because his dad senses were tingling, takes the opportunity to place his leg in the road for the car to run into, then grabs said car like an unruly cat and lifts it until the roof rips off due to stress. The agents in the other cars pile out and point their guns at the giant space robot. The rest of the Autobots quickly relieve them of their weapons.
Optimus notes that Simmons doesnāt seem surprised that a bunch of giant robots just took all his guysā guns, and demands that he exit the vehicle, posthaste. Simmons obliges, after a bit more prodding. Mikaela undoes Samās handcuffs, and he gets fucking pissy about it, as if this girl heās had a grand total of three (awkward) conversations with should have told him something as personal as āhey, so my dadās in jail and Iāve been to juvenile detention.ā
Luckily, she doesnāt let him get away with it, calling him out as the spoiled, self-centered, privileged little shithead that he is.
Of course, we donāt get any sort of real acknowledgement from Sam, having to move on with the plot. Perhaps, if we hadnāt spent the last hour and 20 minutes faffing about on drivel, we could have had Sam get an actual moment of self-reflection, and potentially even character growth. However, this is Bayverse, and everyone knows that personal accountability is for fucking sissies.
Mikaela and Sam ask several questions, but get no answers from Agent Simmons. And then Bumblebee pees on him.
I hate that I had to write that. I hate it very much.
Anyway, I donāt know why that had to happen, but it did, and Iām nothing if not thorough.
Optimus tells Bumblebee to cut it out, and with that the Sector Seven agents are cuffs and left on the side of the road. Mikaela orders Simmons to strip, as punishment for threatening her father, then cuffs him to a street lamp.
...Yes, that does sound like a bizarre sexual fantasy, doesnāt it?
Unfortunately for our teen heroes, they forgot to confiscate everyoneās phones, and Sector Seven knows whatās up, thanks to the power of speakerphone. More cars and a couple of helicopters show up basically immediately, and the Autobots decide itās time to dip.
But not before Ironhide fires off a pulsewave into the ground that causes a five-car pileup.
Optimus, I suppose because he knows he chose a ridiculously flashy alt-mode that is in no way practical, just picks the kids up in and places them on his shoulder like a couple of parakeets, then takes up a leisurely jog to get away from the eyes in the sky. He runs through the city, racking up what is likely millions in property damage, as the helicopters pursue. He passes by a āLegalize LAā billboard, which feels odd to see, given what movie this is.
The ācopters somehow manage to lose Optimus, despite him being relatively slow, and having a notable radiation level that theyāve been using to track him. He hides inside the scaffolding of a bridge, only for Mikaela and Sam to slip off of his polished body to their deaths, thus ending the film.
No, they donāt die. I just told another fib. Iām sorry.
Bumblebee snatches them up just before they hit the ground, the impact of his metal body catching them at 75 mph, killing them instantly and ending the film.
Nope, that doesnāt happen either.
Mikaela and Sam are fine, some-fucking-how, but Samās dropped the MacGuffin glasses. The helicopters swing back around, having noticed the sound of a car crashing into the ground and the screams of two whole adolescents. They break out a fucking harpoon gun and fire on our kid appeal character.
Repeatedly.
They wrap up Bumblebee in a series of cables, as he screams like a moose. Mikaela and Sam are held at gunpoint by what is honestly far too many dudes, and are then arrested for the second time in ten minutes. Bumblebee is smoked... because heās a bee? Sam, not liking this one bit, finds the strength in his weenie body to push a cop off of himself, run at one of the dudes with the smoke guns, throw him to the ground, and then start smoking him. Heās immediately tackled, but points for trying.
Sam and Mikaela are placed back into custody, and the rest of the Autobots regroup with Optimus to see what the plan is. Optimus says that they canāt save Bumblebee without hurting humans, so I guess Bumblebee is just a POW now. Well, at least they got the glasses. Thatās cool.
Back at the Pentagon, things are getting dicey, as the other world powers are starting to suspect that somethingās up. The Secretary of Defense is approached by a man with a mustache and a briefcase. Heās from Sector Seven, but the Secretary gives not a fuck about mysterious organizations. All the computers in the room suddenly go down, the virus from earlier working its magic- only this time, the blackout is global.
Mr. Mustache opens his briefcase, while explaining that Sector Seven is something known as a āspecial accessā sector of the government, which is why nobodyās ever heard of it; itās beyond top secret. Commissioned by President Herbert Hoover 80 years prior, it deals with alien life.
When the Beagle 2 spacecraft was lost on the way to Mars in 2003, the mission was declared a failure. This was a lie. The Beagle 2 recorded several seconds of Mars before being crushed to death by a Transformer. This tidbit is pretty funny, given that the Beagle 2 was rediscovered on Mars in 2014, seven years after this film released. Not a terribly mysterious death anymore, is it?
Comparing the footage from Mars to the footage from Qatar has Sector Seven thinking that these are the same species. Which they are. God, itād be so fucked up if there were two species of giant robots in this film.
Mr. Mustache theorizes that because the Transformers now know that they can be harmed by human weaponry, theyāre being proactive about their safety and shutting down all forms of communication technology with that virus that keeps popping up. Itās only a matter of time before the shit hits the fan for humanity.
Mr. Secretary tells his guys to try going analog with comms, breaking out the short-wave radios, to tell their ships to return home.
Over at an Air Force base, Lennox and the gang have landed, only to be scooped up by a bunch of dudes in suits.
Back with Maddie and Glen, the two of them have fallen asleep in the interrogation room, Maddie still wearing her frigginā four inch pumps as her legs are propped up on the table, crossed in a way that seems rather uncomfortable. Glen gets to sleep like a normal human being, with his head resting on his forearms. Why this place doesnāt have a holding cell for these situations is beyond me.
Mr. Secretary comes in to bring Maddie on as his advisor. Glen can come too, I guess, considering heās the one who actually figured out the sound file virus.
We get a little military glorification, and then itās revealed that Mikaela and Sam, as well as Maddie and Glen, are aboard this helicopter. Their paths cross at last. Our heroes are transported to the Hoover Dam, where Bumblebee is also. They are still smoking him.
Meanwhile, the Autobots are figuring out where to go, with the power of Archibaldās glasses. Ratchet, who I guess is omnipotent, senses that the Decepticons have also figured out the location, and that this is going to be a race against the clock. And I mean, heās right, but the phrasing is a bit odd.
Jazz wants to know when theyāre going to save Bumblebee. Optimus says that they arenāt, and that Bumblebeeās sacrifice is noble, and that he would want the Autobots to leave him and complete the mission. As this is said, we get another shot of Bumblebee getting smoked and trapped in a lab. Yep, this is totally what he would want. He absolutely signed up for this, giving himself up to the government and not at all fighting like mad to not be captured.
I donāt think Bayverse Optimus actually knows what martyrdom is, which is bizarre, given that itās a major trait in a lot of other iterations of the character.
Ironhide isnāt even sure why theyāre bothering to save humanity, given that humans are violent and awful, his point being hammered home as Bumblebee is tortured for scientific reasons. Ironhide seems to have forgotten that Cybertron has been at war for literally millions of years. Optimus has faith in humanity, however, stating that weāre āyoungā.
And then he says that heās going to end his own race, by destroying the Cubeā¢, which is how they reproduce, because thatās the only way to end the war.
Which is arguably one of the most hardcore fictional applications of eugenics ever conceived.
Being advocated for by Optimus Goddamn Prime.
We still have another 50 minutes of this movie.
Optimus then proves that he does, in fact, know what self-sacrifice is, stating that, if all else fails, heāll shove the AllSpark into his spark, which will destroy them both. Heās pretty chill about it, too.
Up on top of the Hoover Dam, Frenzy has fallen out of Mikaelaās bag.
Mr. Secretary is also at the Hoover Dam now, as is Lennoxās team. Oh, and Agent Simmons, who is thankfully wearing pants. He offers to buy Sam a coffee, as repartitions for threatening his family, arresting him, and being a complete creep to a teenage girl. Sam gives not a fuck about caramel macchiatos with extra foam and chocolate drizzle, however. He only cares about his car.
Mr. Mustache, who is also here, needs Sam to spill the beans on all these frigginā giant robots that are running around. This is where Sam realizes he has the upper hand for once, and he starts making demands. One such demand is having Mikaelaās record scrubbed clean, which is an actually very nice thing for him to have done for her. Weāll see if his intent comes to fruition. For now, itās time to talk about Bumblebee.
We get a shot of all these folks heading into the secret base hidden inside the Hoover Dam, and itās at this point that I notice that Maddieās shirt is basically see-through.
Inside the Dam, we see that Sector Sevenā²s been keeping Megatron this entire time, keeping him neutralized with cryo-stasis since 1935. Cryopreservation was invented in the 50ā²s. This isnāt a nitpick, I just thought it was a neat little fact.
Megatron being on Earth has resulted in most modern technology. This sort of plot point always bothers me, because it takes away agency from the entire human race. We didnāt use our own ingenuity and work ethic to advance society, we plagiarized from a more advanced species. I dunno, it just rubs me the wrong way.
We get the part of the movie where info is hashed out, so that everyone is on the same page, Sam spouting off Autobot propaganda. We can forgive him for this,considering heās 16, and no one is immune to propaganda, especially when they have zero way of doing their own research to form their own opinion with.
Sector Seven also has the AllSpark, kept in the room next to Megatronās, like the chumps they will soon find themselves to be. Itās about ten stories tall and the reason the Hoover Dam exists. With so much concrete suppressing its alien energies, surely no one will ever find it!
Except for Frenzy, who came in through a mouse hole. Whoopsie-doodle!
The AllSpark zaps the nasty little man, restoring his body with its weird MacGuffin powers. Frenzy tells all his coworkers that he found what they were looking for, and everyone starts heading over.
Maddie asks Mr. Mustache what exactly he means by āenergiesā, perhaps worried that this whole thing has been some elaborate ploy to get her to invest in magic healing stones. Mr. Mustache brings everyone into a testing chamber, since the best way to explain how the AllSpark works is through a demonstration.
Thereās a big fish tank in the middle of this testing chamber, in which Agent Simmons places a donated device from the crowd- Glenās Nokia phone, specifically. Simmons makes a geologically-confused comment. When this is pointed out by Maddie, Mr. Secretary hushes her, simply saying that Simmons is a strange man. The tank is locked down, and then the show starts.
Cubeā¢ energies are shot into the tank, and the phone explodes into life, transforming into a gorilla-shaped gremlin creature. Happy birthday, little dude!
Little dude starts shooting at the tank walls, cracking the glass until Simmons pulls the trigger and ends it. Happy deathday, little dude!
The Decepticons are making tracks towards the Hoover Dam, but Starscream- yeah, heās in this now, donāt worry about it- arrives first, because he is a very fast jet. He transforms, showing off his ridiculous Dorito body, and fires on the baseās generators. The resulting explosions can be heard all the way down in the testing chamber, and Mr. Mustache calls upstairs to see whatās up. Looks like Megatron may be getting warmed up, seeing as his ice bath has been cut off. Lennox asks if thereās an arms room in Sector Seven, which sort of feels like asking a bakery if they have any flour.
Frenzy has entered the room that houses the controls for the cryo-stasis and set that whole system to āno, thank youā.
Mr. Mustache runs through the base, screaming for everyone to get to the Megatron chamber. Off in the distance, the Autobots approach. Could probably used some fliers on your team, huh Optimus?
Back with Frenzy, heās decided to just straight-up raise Megatronās core temperature directly. Hope he doesnāt do it too fast; rewarming hypothermia victims recklessly can do some serious damage.
Outside of the base, Lennox and the boys are loading up with weaponry, along with whatās the entirety of Sector Sevenā²s cannon-fodder department. Oh, and all the main cast. Yep, just got a couple of teenagers chillinā in the munitions room.
Sam wants Simmons to take him to his car- he hasnāt used Bumblebeeās name in a hot minute, not sure whatās up with that- even though Simmons is currently busy loading a very large gun. Simmons doesnāt want to do that, because heās got no idea if what Sam mentioned earlier is even true, and he doesnāt want to pin the fate of humanity on a single Camaro. Lennox takes this opportunity to tackle Simmons, despite likely not knowing that Bumblebee is one of the āgood guysā. A Sector Seven guy very much doesnāt like that, and points a gun at Lennox, which prompts all of his guys to also start threatening folks with guns.
Mr. Mustache walks in on the scene, but doesnāt do anything, since he isnāt armed and knows better than to tangle with someone whoās packing. Simmons tries to intimidate Lennox, because he must have missed the day of boot camp where they tell you that guns kill people. Lennox is fully committed to shooting this dude in the lungs before Mr. Secretary suggests he give the people what they want, before things get ugly.
Simmons takes everyone to the robot torture department of Sector Seven, where they are still smoking Bumblebee. Geez, youād think theyād have something in place for if they ever came across another giant robot after Megatron, but I guess not. The gang gets everyone to stop smoking Bumblebee, which allows him to stop moose-screaming and strongly consider murdering everyone involved with his forced captivity. Unfortunately, revenge with have to wait, as weāve still got to deal with the AllSpark, and the fact that the Decepticons are here.
They take Bumblebee to the AllSpark, where he makes direct contact the thing, causing the AllSpark to transform, compacting itself down into a far more reasonable size that Bumblebee can carry in one hand. It doesnāt seem to weigh more than a grown adult, if his body language is saying anything. Iād make a joke about the conservation of mass being ignored, but since this is Transformers, I canāt really say much. Conservation of mass doesnāt exist for this franchise.
Bumblebee would really like to get this show on the road, and Lennox agrees, quickly formulating a plan to get away from Megatron and taking the AllSpark to Mission City, which is relatively close to their current location, so that they can hide it there.
Lennox, I know this plan is a first draft, and we donāt have a ton of time for revisions, but the whole point of building a whole-ass dam around the Cubeā¢ was because it was very difficult to hide, given its magical MacGuffin powers. Regardless of this flaw, Mr. Secretary agrees. Lennox also asks that the Air Force be involved in this, I guess because the U.S. military wanted more screentime.
Of course, that whole āglobal blackoutā thing is still going on, so weāre going to have to get creative with how weāre going to contact the Air Force. Mr. Secretary and Simmons make a break for the WWII-era radio Sector Seven has, while Lennox and the boys head out to shoot things, and Mikaela and Sam hop into Bumblebee with the Cubeā¢.
This is about the point that Megatron wakes up. The first thing he does is introduce himself, which I thought was very polite of him. Then he breaks out his flail and starts bashing shit around. Not so polite, that.
Over with Bumblebee, weāre shown that the AllSpark, all-powerful object that can create life and is the whole reason this conflict is even happening, is just chillinā in the back seat by itself. Itās not even buckled up.
Megatron escapes the base, and itās actually super easy. He just transforms, goes through the tunnel, and heās free. I feel like we could have at least attempted some security measures for in case the cryo-stasis failed, given that weāve had this dude in containment for the last 70-something years, but okay.
Starscream comes over to say hi to his boss, not that Megatron gives a shit. He just wants to know where that fucking Cubeā¢ is. When Starscream tells him that the humans have it, Megatron makes a comment about how Starscream has failed him yet again. This is their first interaction in this movie, and Starscreamās been in the story for a grand total of five minutes at this point. I know that this is a reference to their dynamic in just about every installment of the franchise up to this point, but it doesnāt feel earned in the slightest. Even if itās going to be expanded upon in future sequels, this is a shit-tier way to set their (awful) relationship up.
Not that anyone should ever bank on getting a sequel anyway, but thatās a discussion for another time.
Megatron tells Starscream to retrieve the AllSpark, and then we cut over to the radio plotline. The radio, which is so cobweb-covered I feel like Sector Seven needs to have a serious discussion with their custodial staff, has its nobs and buttons fiddled with by Simmons until it crackles to life. But where are the microphones? Everyone starts looking for the mics, as Simmons pushes Glen into the seat, I guess because hacking modern computers and using Depression-era radio tech are similar enough.
Maddie asks Glen if he can hotwire a 90ā²s-era computer to transmit a tone through the radio, so that they can send a Morse code message to the Air Force. Which sounds ridiculous to me, but I donāt know enough about radios or computers to know if that sort of thing would be possible. Maybe itās fine. Or maybe itās Hollywood bullshit. Who knows?
Back over with Bumblebee, we get a bunch of car commercial shots, of both him and the other Autobots. Aww, the gangās back together again! Nobody tell Bumblebee that Optimus was completely cool with leaving him to his fate.
Optimus and the gang whip around to join the convoy, and everyone makes their way towards Mission City.
Back at the radio subplot, someoneās banginā on the door, trying to get in. The others try to block the intruder, while Glen does his hacking stuff. Mr. Secretary breaks a case and pulls out a gun thatās about as old as he is.
Glen gets the computer working, and Mr. Secretary gives him the Super Secret Military Codewordsā¢ to use to talk to the Air Force. While he does that, Simmons finds a flamethrower and starts burning Frenzy as he attempts to enter the room. The Air Force receives the message for an air strike. Oh, goody.
Over with the convoy, it appears that the Autobots and Lennoxās boys are being pursued by the Decepticons. Itās difficult to tell, seeing as the cameras have gone full Bay-mode, but Iām guessing thatās whatās up. One of the Decepticons flips over a minivan, likely killing a family of five. another causes a multi-car pileup.
Bonecrusher transforms, then Optimus transforms. Bonecrusher iceskates across the highway, slamming into a bus so hard it just straight-up explodes. He is on fire. He tackles Optimus, and they proceed to fall off the side of the raised highway theyāre on. Then they beat the shit out of each other, until Optimus decapitates Bonecrusher with his arm-sword.
Yeah, space dad is a little intense in the Bayverse.
Back at Sector Seven, Frenzyās decided to leave the door alone, and instead is crawling through the ventilation shaft. Mr. Secretary and Simmons fire off shots into the duct above them, as if bullets would do anything against this nasty little pile of needles.
Frenzy bursts through the bottom of the duct and crash-lands into a glass case, taking cover behind a pillar and fires on the humans on the other side of the room. While this shootout is happening, Glen receives a response from the Air Force, just in time for Frenzy to accidentally decapitate himself with one of his own spinning blades of death. This time, he does not survive losing his head.
The Air Force will be sending fighter planes to Mission City, and to establish this, we get several shots of what some might call āmilitary porn.ā
Over in the city, the convoy has arrived. Lennox hands several short-wave radios over to Epps, telling him to use them to direct the Air Force when they arrive, so they can take the AllSpark... somewhere, I guess. Above, an F-22 zooms across the sky. It is not one of the Air Forceās F-22s.
Ironhide recognizes Starscream, and gets ready to throw down. Bumblebee grabs a nearby Furby truck and hoists it up to use as a shield. This marginally works, as the missile that hits the truck doesnāt immediately kill him, though it probably did all those Furbies inside.
The resulting explosion throws all the humans around, Mikaela getting weird heaven lighting as she lies unconscious on the pavement. Sam gets it too, though, so I suppose I canāt complain too much about this particular shot. They touch hands. I really wish that I could take this moment of vulnerability as being anything other than an attempt to set up a romance between these two teens who have known each other for maybe half a week. This movie has so starved me of genuine human interaction I'm jumping at the smallest of scraps.
Bumblebee actually didnāt get out of that missile-strike unscathed, his legs having been blown off. All those Furbies died for nothing. Tragic. Sam asks Bumblebee if heās alright, and immediately tells him to get up. Sam then remembers that Bumblebeeās legs are off, so he yells for Ratchet.
Over with Lennox and Epps, theyāve realized that the plane they saw wasnāt one of theirs. Which, you know, has already been established, but points for getting caught up, fellas. Sam is crying and still telling Bumblebee to get up. Bumblebee is dragging himself across the pavement and whimpering. Itās awful. Where the fuck is Ratchet? This is basically the only reason heās in this film, and heās nowhere to be found.
The actual Air Force calls on the radio, asking for their location. Brawl, who is a tank, starts firing on Lennoxās gang. Jazz and Ratchet race through the city streets. How they were separated from the rest of the team is anyoneās guess.
Sam takes a little sit on the pavement to be with Bumblebee, while Mikaela decides to problem-solve and heads for a nearby tow truck. Bumblebee hands Sam the Cubeā¢ because, as the designated protagonist, itās his job to handle it in the climax of the film.
Ironhide is shot at several times by Brawl, narrowly avoiding being hit each time. This, of course, means that the people he drives by in this shot are almost assuredly dead, since theyāre right next to the explosions. He transforms and does a flip, as the film goes slow-mo on a shot of a woman in a low-cut dress watching him flip. She screams. Ironhide screams. I scream, though probably for a different reason.
Jazz jumps on Brawl, managing to kick off a couple pieces of kibble before Brawl grabs him and throws him into the side of a building. Ironhide, Optimus, and Ratchet descend on Brawl, and so does Lennoxās team, Brawl losing a hand and getting thrown into his own building as a result.
Mikaela breaks into the tow truck and starts to hotwire that shit. Wow, a relevant back story that culminates in her being able to save the day, thus completing her arc and staying on-theme for her character. Why isnāt Mikaela the protagonist again?
Oh, right, because ~girl~.
Megatron lands in a nearby alleyway, and Ratchet, knowing this dude is bad news, tells everyone to head for the hills. Jazz isnāt fast enough, however, and gets shot for his troubles.
Mikaela drives the truck over to Sam, who is still sitting there with the Cubeā¢, and tells him to get his ass in gear.
Jazz gets taken to the top of a nearby building and is ripped in two by Megatron, who acts like a bird of prey the whole sequence. Down on the ground, Brawl is starting to get back up from his smackdown. Blackout appears on a nearby skyscraper. Things are looking grim for humanity.
Mikaela and Sam hook Bumblebee up to the tow line as Lennox approaches them. Sam has left the AllSpark out of his line of sight, like a fool. Despite seeing this, Lennox still gives him the flare to let the military know where to pick up the AllSpark. Doesnāt even acknowledge Mikaela. He tells Sam to head for the white building with statues on top of it and set the flare on top of the roof. Lennox canāt leave his men, because heās the head of his operation. Why he canāt send literally anyone else who isnāt a 16 year-old boy isnāt made clear.
Sam really doesnāt want to do this, probably because heās a child, but Lennox has recruited him to the military against his will, so he must. Lennox then attempts to make Mikaela leave for her own good, but she tells him to fuck off, because sheās gonna save Bumblebee. Clearly, this is a win for feminism.
Epps radios the choppers coming from the Air Force to let them know theyāll be picking up a package from a teenager, thus locking Sam into the job. Ironhide and Ratchet vow to protect Sam from the Decepticons on his way to the pickup point. Not one single person has pointed out how fucked up this is.
Sam starts to run off, when Mikaela stops him to let him know that sheās glad she got in the car with him roughly an hour ago. They donāt kiss goodbye, which, honestly? Good. This fucking movie hasnāt earned that. Sam for sure hasnāt earned that, even if he did clear her juvie record. No word on that having actually been done, by the way. Sam never got confirmation, and I feel like heās not really the type to follow up on things.
Brawl fires off some shots and makes things explode. Ratchet and Ironhide provide cover fire as Sam sprints down the road. Yep, theyāre making this idiot WALK to the pickup point. Sure hope the elevators are working today, otherwise this is going to take forever.
Sam carries the AllSpark like a football, and in a better movie, this would have been foreshadowed by Sam having actually been a football player prior to the events of the film, perhaps removed from the team for some character flaw heās since grown from/accepted. However, this is Bayverse, and well, men donāt have to justify their existence in the story with things like themes and having even an ounce of thought put into their character.
Back with Mikaela, Lennox has refused to learn her name, calling her āgirlā as he screams at her to get Bumblebee hooked up to the tow truck. Which she was already doing when he got here. Lennox, dude, youāve got a daughter now, youāre super extra not allowed to treat women like this.
Optimus Prime pulls through an alleyway and crashes into a pile of garbage. I can forgive him being late, seeing as he is a big rig, and probably had to take the long way into town so he didnāt get stuck in too-low tunnels. Donāt worry about how we briefly saw him during the Brawl take-down. This is his for real entrance into the climax.
He whips around and transforms, ready to throw the fuck down. Megatron spots him from his perch and descends.
Yāknow.
Like a vast, predatory bird.
Megatron shoots at Optimus in his alt-mode, and Optimus catches him like a frisbee. Unfortunately for Optimus, it would appear that the horsepower on a Cybertronian flightcraft is hella intense, and heās carried away. The two of them crash through an office building, then roll around in the streets punching each other in the face, debating the worth of humanity as they do so. Wish I actually gave a shit about either of these people, but alas! The film spent most of its runtime objectifying women and insulting minorities. I know nothing about Optimus, and even less about Megatron.
Megatron transforms his arms into a laser gun, and Optimus does the same. They shoot at each other. Optimus gets thrown into a building, then lands on the sidewalk below, definitely crushing a dude underneath him, but I guess we didnāt check that the shot was clear for where the CGI was gonna go, so heās fine.
Samās still running through the streets, while Blackout murders, like, so many people behind him. Starscream lands in front of Sam, running into roughly 30 cars as he skids to a halt. Ratchet and Ironhide fire on him, as Sam takes a breather behind a car. Starscream transforms and blasts off. He was here for about 15 seconds. Sam begins running again.
Megatron is now following Sam, because he wants that Cubeā¢. Sam is hit by a car- not an evil one, just a regular car- and trips. The impact makes the AllSpark activate, which grants several machines in the vicinity the gift of life, including the car full of bitchy women that just hit Sam, who are upset that hitting a human being might have scratched the paint.
I get it, you hate women, can we PLEASE stop beating this dead horse?
Sam finally gets to the pickup building, which turns out to be abandoned and fenced off. Good thing the gate was open, otherwise things could get really complicated. He heads inside, Megatron crashing through a floor-to-ceiling window shortly behind him. Megatron makes the claim that he can smell where Sam is. Iām going to choose to believe that he isnāt lying here, since Ratchet did something similar earlier.
Sam finds the stairs, and Megatron calls him a slur.
He doesnāt, really, but the voice modulation certainly makes it sound that way.
While this is happening, Mikaela is driving the tow truck down an alley, dragging Bumblebee behind her with the tow cable. She stops for a moment to have a short breakdown, seeing as she is a teenager in what is currently a warzone.
Sam is still running up the stairs. Outside, the military shoots at one of the Decepticons. It is, of course, doing absolutely nothing to the giant metal space robot. Mikaela concludes her moment, looking back at Bumblebee, who gives her the okay to keep going with dragging his ass across the pavement. She whips the truck around and tells Bumblebee āIāll drive, you shoot.ā
Mikaela then proceeds to speed down a main road of this sizable city backwards, running into cars and more or less shoving Bumblebee along to his destination.
The military has finally realized that their efforts have been pointless, but itās okay because Bumblebee is here with his superior firepower. Bumblebee proceeds to shoot Brawl in the chest, which kills him. After this, he tries to act cute, lifting up his battle mask in a very ādid I do that?ā way, as if heās not the same guy who ripped Barricade apart earlier.
Sam, meanwhile, has finally reached the top of thisĀ dilapidated building. Helicopters are approaching his location, but will they make it to him before Megatron does? Honestly, Iād be more worried about Starscream on the building just due East.
Sam is just about to hand the AllSpark over, when Starscream fires at the ācopter, causing it to crash and nearly chop Sam to pieces. Optimus Prime runs towards the scene, on a roof that I refuse to believe could actually support him. Megatron punches thought the roof from the bottom and asks Sam some philosophical questions. Sam canāt answer, given that heās hiding on the edge of this building, his flimsy grip on one of the angel statues being the only thing keeping him from falling.
Megatron tells him to give him the AllSpark, and in exchange he might not kill him immediately. Sam tells him to fuck off, and Megatron flails the chunk of building he was hanging on to, causing Sam to fall to his death, thus ending the film.
Iām lying to you. Michael Bay is making me into a liar.
No, Sam is, instead, caught by Optimus, very likely breaking several ribs on impact. This is the point where I realize that theyāve given Optimus fingernails. Sam clings to him like a baby koala, as Optimus parkours down the sides of two buildings, Megatron in pursuit. Megatron actually lands on Optimus 2/3rds of the way down, causing the both of them to fall onto the pavement below. How Sam survives this is a mystery.
Megatron recovers from the fall first, flicking a human away from him for having the audacity to exist in his space. The flicked person hits a car, and is almost assuredly dead. At least, I sure hope so, given that this is the director cameo by the Bayman himself.
Feminist icon Megatron?
Feminist icon Megatron.
Optimus comments on the fact that Sam almost fucking died to get the AllSpark out of dodge, and we get the return of āNo Sacrifice, No Victoryā. Which, I mean, I guess heās allowed to say that, since heās actually had to do something that warranted it. His dad doesnāt get to, though.
Optimus then tells this teenage boy, who has already had a hell of a day, to kill him by shoving the AllSpark into his robot-soul-heart, should he be unable to defeat Megatron.
I dunno, I just feel like itās a bit of an ask.
Sam climbs off of Optimus so the Prime and Megatron can rumble. He runs through the ruined infrastructure of the city, so heās less likely to be crushed. Optimus tells Megatron to square the fuck up, stating that āone shall stand, one shall fall.ā
Then he gets ragdolled around a bunch, so maybe he should have saved the talk for later in the game.
The military is running around some more, stopping in an alley to see Blackout transform to root mode. Yes, the goo-goo eyes were indeed made by several members of the watch party that started this whole thing. People went wild for Rotor-Cape Johnson.
The fighter jets from the US military are arriving in a minute. Epps warns them to aim for the robots that arenāt evil. Lennox and the gang spread out, reminding each other to aim for the underboob, since Transformersā armor is weak there. Epps marks Blackout with a little green light, which Blackout almost immediately notices. Blackout fires on the military.
Lennox has stolen a motorcycle and is driving through the streets to circle back around and jump off of the bike, sliding on his back to shoot Blackout directly in his underboob. Wonder what his uniform is rated for for road rash.
Sam is watching as Optimus gets his ass handed to him. Up in the sky, Starscream commits identity theft, and then attacks the Air Force. The Air Force can multitask however, and light Megatron the fuck up. Sam has, for some reason, come out of hiding, and Megatron uses this to his advantage, trying to take the AllSpark from him.
Optimus tells Sam to put the AllSpark in his chest, but Sam has a better idea. He shoves it into Megatronās chest, which has been basically shot open at this point. Megatron makes a Space Invader noise, convulses a bit, then falls over dead.
Congrats on your first murder, Sam.
Optimus tells Megatronās corpse that he got what was coming to him, then implies that theyāre brothers. What flavor of brother isnāt established, but neither was basically anything between the two main faces of the franchise in this film, so itās fine.
Ironhide walks up holding the two halves of Jazz. Optimus informs Sam that he now has a life-debt to this child. Whether or not Sam is absorbing any information at this point is up in the air. Mikaela shows up, with Bumblebee in tow.
In tow.
In tow-
Sam stares at her blankly. Mikaela stares back, making the pretty girl face. Man, what a great dynamic these two have.
Jazz is dead. That sucks. Optimus is handed his corpse to hold, while he thanks his new friends for helping out.
Then Bumblebee talks and heās fucKING BRITISH.
Sam is obviously shocked by the fact that Bumblebee is British able to talk now, since not talking has been his whole thing up to this point. Optimus doesnāt let it phase him. Neither does Ratchet, despite having been working on Bumblebeeās throat injury for centuries at this point.
Bumblebee wants to stay on Earth with Sam. Optimus is just like whatever. Sam agrees to have a sweet Camaro from outer space.
Optimus pulls what is left of the AllSpark out of Megatronās chest. Iām sure thatās not a setup for potential conflicts, not in the slightest.
Over in Washington, D.C., the US President has ordered Sector Seven be terminated, and all the Transformer corpses be disposed of. And by ādisposed ofā they mean āthrown into the ocean.ā Dang, sure hope Earth signed some sort of agreement with the Transformers so that they never come to Earth again. You know, just be proactive about our galactic safety.
The Linkin Park kicks on, as Optimus gives us our bookend narration, telling us what the Autobots plan to do now that their race is at a genological dead end. As he does, we see Lennox reunite with his wife and child, who I had genuinely forgotten were in this movie.
Optimus is pretty chill with Cybertron dying out, because now they know about Earth. We get a shot of Sam and Mikaela making out, a shot that becomes more and more horrifying the further they zoom out, because theyāre making out on top of Bumblebee. Who they KNOW is a sentient creature at this point.
And then it gets even worse, because the shot changes, and oh hey! Turns out that the rest of the Autobots were just chillinā off to the side while this went down. Optimus continues his monologue, just walking around in his root mode as he tells all of Makeout Point how theyāre ārobots in disguiseā now.
The monologue is actually a transmission heās sending out into space, inviting any of his leftover pals to come kick it on Earth with them, because Earth is pretty cool.
And thatās where they leave us.
IT TOOK THREE PEOPLE TO WRITE THIS SCHLOCK.
So. Bayverse 1. A film showcasing xenophobia, misogyny, and toxic nationalism. Itās rough. Is it the worst film Iāve ever seen? Not even close, but itās bad, and it was a huge deal at the time of release. Everyone was seeing it, everyone knew the actors and robots, everyone had a scene that they liked. Everyone was exposed to Bayverse, and as a result, a lot of people entered the Transformers franchise thinking that it was all like this.
And really, how far off would they have been in 2007?
When a franchise refuses to introduce female characters until years after being established, when all those female characters have the exact same body type, when a franchise hires misogynists to write stories, when it allows shit like āPrimeās Rib!ā to be published- no wonder Michael Bay was approached to direct.
What a mess.
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COMING SOON:
TRANSFORMERS: REVENGE OF THE FALLEN (2009) - MEGAN FOX I AM SO FUCKING SORRY
TRANSFORMERS: DARK OF THE MOON (2011) - WILL YOU JUST STAY DEAD
TRANSFORMERS: AGE OF EXTINCTION (2014) - SHUT UP ABOUT THE LAW SHUT UP ABOUT THE LAW
TRANSFORMERS: THE LAST KNIGHT (2017) - ACTUALLY, FUCK CONTINUITY
#transformers#bayverse#part one#maccadam#Hannzreads#Hannzwatches#text post#long post#film analysis#off topic
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if we were human
ā: lee rang x reader
ā”: fluff??(angst, pure angst)
ā±³Ę: 2.5k
ā ļø: besides it being really bad? none really. like, literally a couple swears. it was fluff, and then it became angst, so...sorry, but not really because if iām crying, so are you.
children could be heard all around the park. some screaming and laughing as they run behind, others crying after they tripped, only to soon be comforted by the gentle holds and hushed assurances of their mothers and fathers. a bit further away was a small dog park, from which came all kinds of barks and growl, as well as cooing of the passerby. and there at a bench, located slightly closer to the swings and slides attracting the younger humans, sat a man that looked less than pleased to be where he was.
āGuess who.ā a femaleās voice rang out as a soft hand covered his eyes. he merely rolled his eyes beneath their new coverings and proceeded to drag the small wrist away from his face. āy/n.ā
the young woman sneered and scoffed before yanking her hand out of his grasp to walk around and join him on the bench. āI donāt like you.ā
āI donāt like you either.ā a smack to the back of the manās head could be felt soon after the words left his mouth. āYah!ā
āWhat are you doing here anyway? I never took you for the people watching type.ā
āThat's because I'm not. As if they deserve that much attention.ā a hand lazily lifted in the direction of a familiar little boy, the action bringing a smile to the womanās face.
āAhhhh. But that oneās the exception? I thought you didnāt like little kids with runny noses, something I heard you have in common with your brother actually. Is that a gumiho thing or a family thing?ā the man she addressed turned his head to look at her with an unimpressed look.
āHas anyone ever told you that you talk too much? Or that you ask too many questions?ā
āWell considering that was one of the first things you said to me when we met, Iāll just assume you know the answer to that already.ā
she turned to look where the manās gaze had previously been fixed and he followed suit. their eyes moved as they followed the movements of the young boy whose energy seemed to rival that of a puppyās. āhow fittingā was the thought that came to the pair. minutes passed before they changed positionsāthe girl moving to settle her head on her companyās shoulder. said company shook her off before she repeated the action, leaving her be the second time. and he stayed in place even after she dragged his head to rest upon her own.
āRang-ah.ā the man simply grunted in response, urging her to continue. āI hate this.ā
his eyebrows furrowed slightly at the sudden proclamation. āThe kids? The families? Parks? I donāt really like them either. The first are messy and demanding, the second is an extremely unrealistic dynamic, and the last are way too loud and crowded.ā
āNo.ā she took in her surroundings before speaking again. āThis. I love all of this. I want it all. The kids are adorable and it feels so rewarding to be someone they rely on and look up to. Iāve had my fair share of family drama, but Iāve always wanted my own that I could cherishāpointless fights and all. And parks are probably one of my favorite places because it gives me everything I need to imagine what itād be like if I had the first two.ā
āWhat?ā at her words he lifted his head to look down at her.
āI hate all of this shit thatās going on right now. It was one thing when you were just this occasional menace to your brother, but now the Imugi is involved and Lee Yeon refuses to let Ji Ah go again. Itās caused so many problems and with them, questions to be asked. Things could be so much simpler. Donāt you ever think about what life would be like if we were all human? This would all just be some petty high school drama. Like, Lee Yeon got class president in school and now, years later, both he and Imugi are CEOs competing in the nightclub industry or something like that.ā
āYouāre starting to sound like Lee Yeon. I guess youāre just as lame as him. Or maybe even lamer because really? Thatās the best you can do with this fake drama?ā
āDid I ever tell you that I ran into Soo Ho before you got the Tigerās Brow back from him?ā she ignored the questions, but her own annoyed him slightly. before he could respond. āI asked him if I could try them on and walked to the nearest window I could see myself in.ā
āSo, whatād you see? What were you? A Snake? A rat? Pufferfish?ā her only response to his teasing was a pinch to the side. she shook her head before continuing.
āI saw a child.ā her face changed to a solemn one. āAll I saw was a snot-nosed little kid that the world seemed to have it out for. I didnāt even live long enough to have many firsts. And no one was ever there for the few I did. Well, there was one. Towards the end, I think my final year, I met an old lady. She lived alone, but she took me in the moment we crossed paths. She gave me my own room, let me help her cook, as much as a child could help, and she would always tell me these stories of her husband who had passed about a decade before. In just a few months, that woman gave me what felt like a lifetime of love. All while I was slowly dying, she made me forget the hardships, the neglect, the hatred, and by some cruel fate, she died first. But before she went, she said to me ātreat my death as not another result of this terrible world, but take it as a sign that even when we know that our end is inescapable, we are able to cherish the temporary moments in which we are truly happy should we allow ourselves that much.ā And so,ā
the woman finally lifted her head from the gumihoās shoulder to look into his eyes. āI think, if I could be reincarnated as a human again, I would. But since itās probably never gonna happen I want to live like one. Get married, have a family, get mad when someone doesnāt show up for the holidays. I donāt know if Iād make it as a human with everything I know now, and I honestly donāt want to be human right-right now because I probably wouldnāt get to be around you. And I also just canāt imagine how youād get by without seeing me every day.ā
āDonāt act like youāre anything special.ā he scoffed and looked back at the playground.
āYou donāt have to admit it.ā she stood up from the bench, looked over to the young boy he had taken in, and turned back. the woman grabbed his face and, after looking at the man for a few seconds, leaned in. āI know you love me.ā and then she ran. āSoo Ho-ah! Let me play with you, that old fox is being mean again!ā
āYah!ā he didnāt get up to chase her. she was right no matter how much he thought about it. somehow that weird girl wormed her way into the list of people he more than tolerated. and as he sat alone with his thoughts, he watched her play with the reincarnated boy, the latter seemingly winning their current sword fight.
does he ever wanna be human? no, it seems way too boring. does he like kids? he likes one, so thatās good enough. will he get married at some point? well, itās just some rings and paper. and itās not like he isnāt in love with that girl in the park.
bonus;
āHey, y/n. If youāre watching this then...you know. I figured a couple good deeds might do me well in the afterlife, so what better way than finally letting my brother be with the girl heās waited hundreds of years for.ā
āYou crazy bastard.ā those were the only words that she could force her mouth to speak as she looked down at the small screen.
āI know youāre probably cursing me right now, thinking āthis crazy bastard.āā somehow they both managed to let out a chuckle. āYou know I donāt like vulgar words, but Iām not there, so i told Soo-Ho to pinch you for me every time one leaves your mouth.ā
āOf course you did. Itās already a habit of his now.ā
āIām sorry I didnāt get to say goodbye. Especially to you, Yu Ri, and Soo-Ho. I didnāt get to say thank you, either. Youāve all helped me more than Iād ever care to admit, but I really am grateful to have shared part of my life with you. I got to help Yu Ri like Lee Yeon helped me, got to meet Blacky again, and I got to experience so many things with you.ā
the tears in her eyes were already brimming and it was clear they wouldnāt stay there long. āy/n.ā she looked back to the screen as he called her name.
āgo to the nightstand on the right of my bed and open the drawer.ā the girl got up from her place at the edge of the bed and walked over to the wooden table. with her phone in her left, she used her right to open the drawer, and she could feel her heartbeat stutter as she laid her sights on the black velvet box that sat in it. she reached a shaky hand to pick it up, and when she flipped it open she couldnāt help dropping the phone as she brought the other to her mouth with a choked sob. all she could do was shake her head and let the tears subject themselves to gravity.
āDo you remember that day in the park?ā despite not being able to actually see through the endlessly flowing tears, she managed to scramble around and find the device that had slipped from her grasp. āYou were talking about all this stuff like marriage, family, kidsāwhat itād be like to be human because things would be so much simpler. And while I donāt think anyone could ever convince me that being human would be fun, I figured we could at least do some of those human things. We were kind of halfway there, you know? You practically live in my apartment, and Soo-Ho took over the living room with his toys, so it was only a matter of time for him to get his own room so I could stop stepping on legosāmaybe get a door with a lock from the outside so I donāt have to worry about waking up covered in stickers.ā
she laughed as she recalled the memory, his interactions with the little boy, and their goofy smiles when things were calm for once. āYou dorks were made to follow each other into every life.ā
āI was gonna propose to you after this whole thing was over. Once I knew Lee Yeon was safe and not being targeted by a wannabe dragon. Iām sorry I couldnāt give that to you or...our own kid, though I think the one we have now is pretty great. And Iām also really sorry that Iām finally telling you this once itās too late, but you were right. About what you said that day.ā her breath hitched as she saw the tears glisten while they slid down his face. āI love you.
as if it were clockwork, a sob made its way from her throat and the tears began again.
āYah, stop crying already. Please. Iād be upset if I was the cause of it.ā and she tried, she really did, but it wasnāt as easy as he made it sound. āAnd, I know this is probably asking a lot for all that Iāve put you through, but can you wear it? At least for a little bit. Just think of it as a way of honoring my memoryāthe better parts obviously. You can keep my apartment if you want, too. Soo-Ho might be a job better-fit for Sin-Ju and Yu Ri, but if he says he wants to stay with you, you better let him.ā
another laugh emitted from between the sobs as she listened to his final message.
āI really do love you, y/n. And if there is ever a chance of us finding each other again, Iāll tell you every chance I get. Anyway, I think itās time for me to go now. I only have a couple more minutes and I donāt think the others are gonna make it in time. Iām scared if Iām being honest, y/n. Iām afraid of being alone, but you helped me not feel like that all the way up to the endāI finally had a family. So thank you. Love you.ā and he smiled his big, child-like smile before adding on, āAnd donāt tell Lee Yeon I said sorry, or thank you, or I love you that much in under ten minutes.ā
and just like that, it was over. no more, dumb family feuds, no more naengmyeon with no eggs because someone would always steal it, no more Lee Rang. she stared at the paused screen for what felt like hours before setting it to the side on the bed, to do as he had asked. carefully, Ā she took the ring out from the safety of its cushions and slid it onto her left hand. she let out a shaky breath as she stared at her ring finger and she said it back, hoping that somehow, someway, he would hear it. āI love you too, Lee Rang-ah.ā
it was a while before she moved from that spotāgetting on her feet only to answer the door that had just rung. opening it, she could have seen the man who had taken the place of Lee Rangās in the living world, but all she saw at that moment was an older brother who had also lost someone he loved.
āLee Yeon-ah.ā it was then that the male finally took in her appearance. she wore jeans, one of his brotherās sweaters, and her hair was in a bun that had clearly seen better days. but what really caught his attention as his eyes traveled, was the black box in her right hand, and shining silver band on her left. then he lifted his eyes back to hers to see just how tired she was. āLee Yeon-ah. I miss him.ā
the man simply brought her into his chest as she sobbed. and she cried, and she cried, and all the while he stood there with her in his embrace. it was all he could do, he couldnāt offer her words of comfort just yet because, even now she may be much stronger than he is. because sheās strong enough to live without the promise of his reincarnation. she knows she may never see him again, but wonāt risk exchanging her life just so he wonāt go through the same thing.
āI miss him so much.ā her voice cracked as the words came out, and he ran his hand over her hair.
āI know, I know. I miss him, too.ā
#tale of the nine tailed#tale of gumiho#lee rang#lee rang x reader#lee rang imagine#kim bum#kdrama#kdramanetwork#lee yeon#lee dong wook#i wrote the first part two episodes before the final one#so after acting it out in the shower i wrote the bonus part
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Broken Wings
Hawks drabble
A/N: So I imagine for some reason that regular doctors and surgeons are capable of treating Hawks to a fault. But when it comes to his wings, theyāre a bit...lost?
Summary: After coping with treating injuries to his wings by himself, Hawks finds himself with a more serious injury than he can handle. He canāt open his wings, or fly. The pain is mind numbing. He finds himself breaking into an animal clinic for some help.
Warning: Broken bones. Mild language
HawksxReader
7am. The doors donāt open until 8:30, but you still had things to do from yesterday that werenāt even started. Clutching your steel tumblr full of coffee thatāll barely scratch the surface of your exhaustion, you stifled a yawn and crawled out of your car. Barely remembering to lock it. You always parked on the side of the building so as not to take up any spaces in front. The key missed the lock a few times before eventually sliding inside and turning to the side.
The moment you turned on the lights, a couple of dogs in the back already started barking, hungry for breakfast and ready to go home. Your veterinary clinic was modest in size, but it was always busy. It was your fatherās practice before he retired and passed it down to you after finishing school. Now it was all yours. It was hard work, but your clients were loyal. Many of them have been around since the place opened almost 30 years ago. You were the vet that people would recommend to their friends who needed help and had struggles affording it. Your clinic was the one that everyone knew cared the most about patients rather than money. And it showed. While your profits were great, it wasnāt what you were concerned the most about.
After setting down your things in your office, you tied back your hair into a high ponytail and took a long drink of your ābreakfast.ā You looked at the white board on your wall, deciding which surgery from yesterday to start on first. Picking the cat spay, you headed towards the back to get started. Passing surgery and into the kennels, you found your patient and greeted her with a sweet voice and scratches on her cheeks.
āGood morning, Sadie. You ready, sweet girl? Cāmon.ā The cat whined tiredly as you scooped her into your arms to bring into the surgical room. But when you lifted your head and looked inside you screamed. Unfortunately, this spooked your cat and she bolted out of your arms to hide under the kennels.
āAH SHIT! Sadie! Sadie cāmere girl! Who are you?!ā There sitting on your operating counter was a man. A shirtless man with enormous wings that nearly filled the small room. He was covered in decently serious lacerations and wounds that made the surface of his skin look like a blue, black, green, and purple water color canvas. He looked terrible with deep bags under his eyes. However, he looked at you through messy strands of hair that hung in his face with a tired but smug expression.
āReally? You donāt know who I am?ā He said, his voice croaking out with a subtle groan of pain. Your eyes shifted from his, those golden pools that shined like the sun, to the massive crimson wings. They, too, looked to be in disarray. Feathers stuck out in random places, others crumpled, many painted in blood. However his left hung in a slightly abnormal manner.
āIām sorry. You shocked me all of a sudden. Youāre Hawks right? What are you doing here? How did you even get in? The doors were all locked.ā As you finished your statement, a single red feather lifted in mid air and hovered, showing you its bent up quill. He picked the lock with the feather and locked it behind him.
āSorry. I just-..mmgghh...I think itās broken. And the clowns at the city hospital the commission would send me to arenāt capable of fixing it. I found you online, you do exotics, right? Birds and stuff?ā
All the while he was explaining his situation, you were assessing his condition. The area that connected the wing to his back appeared incredibly swollen, and slightly out of place. Without thinking, you reached out to palpate the area causing him to immediately flinch and groan out loud.
āSorry! Sorry. Iām used to my patients being-...well animals. But yes, Iām a small animal and exotics vet. Thereās a couple birds Iāve been treating for a long time.ā Now this time, as you were talking, Hawks had his eyes trained on you. He was listening to every word you spoke intently. āSome of them were my dadās patients before he retired. Shows how old they can get.ā
Hawks braced the cold steel of the table, crouching forward some. His skin seemed damp with sweat, the pain he was in must have been affecting his body temperature. You needed to act quickly if you were going to save his wing.
āOkay, so. I have to touch it. I need to get a couple xrays to see if we have any breaks and weāll go from there. I donāt....all I have are sedatives for animals. Would that..?ā
āItās fine, aināt no pain out there that I canāt handle.ā He looked at you with a charming smirk, clearly flexing his pain threshold to impress you. Because he looked you up and down and liked what he saw. Even in those scrubs which were relatively form fitting but patterened in cartoon cats and dogs.
āIām serious. This is really going to hurt. Are you-ā
āI said I can handle it.ā Hawks snapped, frustrated with the questions now. He just wanted the pain to stop. And besides, that cute look on your blushing face was too good to miss.
āAlright...well...first you need to help me find my cat that you scared off.ā
āYou mean this one?ā Appearing in front of you held under the arms and the butt by a trio of feathers was your very angry, very sleepy cat. You sighed in relief and retrieved her into your arms. It took some settling to calm her down but you were a natural with all animals. It came so easily. She was comfortable in her kennel when you set her back inside and you felt your brain shift gears.
You first had to get your hands on the wing. Just to get a feel of what you were working with. Youād never seen such beautiful, red feathers before. Even though you saw parrots and other birds daily. These were just...breathtaking. But even the most beautiful wings didnāt stop the pain of broken bones. Hawks groaned behind tight lips when you gently palpated the swollen wing. Inside you felt the distinct break and slight crunchiness that accompanied it. The growling in his throat didnāt frighten you, after all, you dealt with aggressive animals day in and day out.
āY-you almost finished there, Doc? Agghh...ā He finally outwardly complained when you flexed his wing. Your hands were gentle but it was still nearly unbearable. Slowly and carefully, you folded his wing back down into its natural resting position.
āOkay, Iām sorry. I know it hurts. But thank you for holding still. Alright. Letās do some xrays.ā
After some struggling and repositioning, and many awkward brushes of hands and faces, you and Hawks were successful in taking some clear shots of what you determined was a broken wing. You didnāt notice his eyes on you as you explained it to him. The room was dark, illuminated only by the backlight box that made it possible to see the xray photos. But he was studying your face quite intently.
The space between your eyebrows crinkled a little when you would point to a specific spot on the xray in concentration. When you were quiet in thought, your tongue pressed against your cheek or you nibbled your bottom lip. The slope of your nose was accentuated by the pale shine of the light box to make it look like you had a cute button nose. Everything you were saying filled his ears but didnāt register as anything coherent. Eventually, you noticed.
āHawks? Are you okay? Are you in pain?ā Your voice brought him out of the trance heād slipped into and he blinked rapidly to soothe his eyes. He hadnāt blinked once.
āOh! Uh-...aheh...Iām fine. And please...call me Keigo.ā
āKeigo?ā
āYeah, thatās my real name. Hawks is just my hero name. I can trust you, yeah?ā He looked down at you with those eyes that you swore were glowing and swallowed harshly. Suddenly your throat was dry.
āR-right! I knew that. Keigo...so...like I said. The break is pretty clean. Luckily thereās no fragments or splinters that would make a problem.ā
āSo what can you do to fix me?ā He lied, though, about being in pain. Broken bones were painful enough. But a broken bone that carried the heavy weight of his wing was absolutely agonizing. However, years of working as a pro hero conditioned him into hiding his pain from his enemies.
āWell, there isnāt a lot we can do. Other than immobilize the wing so the bone can heal back together.ā
That got his attention.
āImmobilize? You mean I canāt-ā
āFly. Yeah. Not forever, but for a while. Youād have to come back every now and then for xrays so I can see how the healing is progressing. Given the size, Iād imagine...6 weeks?ā
6 weeks? Of no flying? Hawks hadnāt spent that long out of the sky in so long that he wasnāt sure he remembered what it felt like to walk anywhere. You could see the panic in his eyes, beads of sweat formed on his neck and forehead. So you reached out and placed your hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him. He froze, not sure of what to do.
āSorry! Sorry.ā You quickly withdrew your hand. āThatās a habit. I always try to comfort the parents of my patients when they get difficult news.ā
āNo no, itās-...you just surprised me.ā He reached for your hand and returned it to his shoulder which was still bare. You hadnāt even realized he hadnāt redressed after finishing the radiographs. Your palm rested on his shoulder, his skin was warm to the touch. Your thumb gently stroked the end of his collarbone as you often did to support your clients. Beneath your fingers you felt the impressive muscle he had, in spite of appearing relatively lean, the muscle tone of his torso was quite defined. You imagined it had to be in order for him to fight villains and hold himself aloft while flying.
āI know itās a difficult thing to hear. Your wings take you everywhere, Iām sure. But this wonāt last forever, okay?ā Something about your voice was so soothing to his fried nerves. But youād never know because of how cool and composed he made himself appear.
āYou donāt mind?ā Hawks felt his anxiety dissolve when he thought about getting to see you next. It was a strange feeling, but he knew he could trust you. Those pretty eyes of yours really spoke volumes.
āOf course not. Now letās get you taped up and on your way. Iām sure youāre exhausted, no doubt whatever broke your wing has you worn out.ā
āHeh you can say that again.ā There it was, his suave and too-cool demeanor. But you didnāt mind it. You were sure it was just a front he was used to keeping up. After all, you were just a civilian and he couldnāt afford to let anyone know just how weak he was.
You managed to tape and place Hawksā wing in a makeshift splint. He refused any medication but you could tell by the way he white knuckled the table that he was in pain. A majority of the time, your patients were under anesthesia when setting broken bones. So you had to be careful this time about how heavy handed you were. By the time you were finished, you had less than 10 minutes to get him out the door before your techs and kennel attendants showed up for work.
āCome see me in a week. Weāll take more xrays and make any adjustments if you need them. Try to keep the splint dry, and rest. I mean it, Hawks.ā
āAlright, Doc. Iāll be a good little bird just for you.ā The winged hero winked at you as he slipped out the back door. You felt your heart leap into your throat and cheeks burn up as a result. Just as he disappeared, you heard the sounds of your employees coming in and quickly closed the door and composed yourself.
āMorning, Doc!ā One of them said as you appeared in the exam area. You smiled and waved, reaching into the pocket of your white coat with your other hand. Something was in there. You looked inside and saw red. A feather. Unbeknownst to you, Hawks had slipped one of his feathers into your pocket. You couldnāt fathom why, but you felt a strange sense of comfort when you ran the tip of your finger along the center spine. It quivered when you did so.
āUngh...ā In an alley a block away, Hawks had to brace a brick wall with one hand. His insides trembled as he sensed you touching his feather. Even he didnāt know why he left one with you. But the thought of parting made him remarkably...sad?
āGet it together, Keigo...ā He muttered to himself, shaking his head and continuing back home. It would be a long 6 weeks out of the sky, but at least heād be able to see you.
A/N: This was longer than I anticipated omg. Does anyone think I should continue?
#winged hero hawks#hawks drabble#keigo takami#bnha keigo#hawks x reader#veterinary#writing#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero
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Lets talk about Korra (again)
i already made this analysis, and it was well received but i dont know, i wanna do it again. Why not right? My english is better now than was when i made that analysis so i thinkĀ this one will be better written
What a way to introduce a protagonist. This line and this scene tell us everything we need to know about Korra at that time and everything she knew about herself.
In book one Korra is a 17ā²s old teenager who have no idea how the world, how life is outside the training center she grew up in and had been locked up since ever. So she is not only naive but have lack of social skills
Oh, and not everyone who lackās social skills will act like Zuko and Azula okay? Korra can be confident, expressive and outgoing and still have problems when it comes to social skills.One thing dont exclude the other.
āIām the Avatar and you gotta deal with itā did you guys notice that only for that line we can see the entire opposite on how she treat her role as avatar in comparisson with Aang? And im not here to judge because is two very different contexts.
As far as we know, Korra grew up without friends or romantic partners. Of course, she had her training partners but i believe that they are just that.Ā
So her entarely perception of herself was around her duty as Avatar, she didnt have personal life, she barely was Korra...She was The avatar and thats that.
So she came to Republic City, it was a mess.Ā
Its funny to see that she have no touch when it comes to simply talk to people, i guess when you grew up away from society, this happens. And yes, she is cocky and had to learn that people arent there to somewhat please her, and she learned that quicky.Ā
Thats why the Pro Bending was important for her character, not only for training but also as means of socilization.
Now lets talk about the villains: Amon and Tarrlok
The two of them represents two differents threats to Korra. Amon represents a threat to her duty as Avatar while Tarrlok represents a threat to Korra as a person.
In episode 4 we have what i still thinks is the darker episode from TLOK. In this episode Amon ambushes Korra in the final moments... Even knowing that they did their best to make Amonās power and control be non-sexualized as possible still...He have her down on her knews, totally helpless and he even invades Korraās personal space by touching in her faceĀ forcing her to look at him. He didn't have to sexually touch her to violate her.
And right after, the fear in Tenzin voice when asking what happened after seeing her laying in the ground like that, and how Korra is sobing in his arms teeling him how powerless and helpless she felt. I mean...Oh, and she keeps terryfied by him until he takes her bending.
Tarrlok in theĀ other hand doesnt do much different from his brother and started to harass Korra because he cant takeĀ ānoā as a answer when Korra didnt wanted to join his task force.
Whats interesting is that if it wasnt for Tarrlok harassement and maniputation, Korra wouldnt have joined his task force and wouldnt have confronted Amon andĀ wouldn't have gone through that terrible encounter.
The thing is that Korra is caught right in the middle of a politcal power dispute over the city, something that she for sure wasnt prepare for it. And both Amon and Tarrlok woud hurt or kill her without think twice about it if that means gainĀ power. And that was exacly what happened
Tarrlok tried to manipulate her and keep her on leash where he could, and when his tatics didnt worked anymore he alreay had a plan B. Yes that whole metal box in that cabin in the middle of nowhere was made especifically for her and maybe Tenzin if he also get in his way.
In the end Korra lost the physical battle against both but won the ethical battle also against both. She was the responsable for expose both of them as corrupted and hypocrites. But at what price? Amon was able to remove the bends of the Avatar. And without them, how could she be the Avatar?
Remember that herĀ entirely conception of herself was built around her duty as Avatar, be the avatar. After all, everything she was, everything she'd trained so hard for, had been destroyed in minutes. Thats why i still strongly believe that she was thinking about killing herself at the end, nobodys goes all sad and crying to in front of a clifft without thinking about jumping from it.Ā
But she, i think given up the idea and just sit and started to crying when Aang appeared and help her, giving her bendings back in one of the best scenes of the show. So after have everything solve and still managed to get the boy she was in love with, things where great and sheĀ āmove onā
In that first half, Korra is unbearable. Everything she learned in Book 1 how to be more mature, less spoiled and all, was thrown in the trash and she was the same "child" of the book one only worse.
Until I stopped and realized that I was also unbearable and childish like this when I had my bad phases of anxiety and depression, as defense mechanism and keep people away. Returning to Korra, and if this way of acting of her was nothing more than this defense mechanism?
Because guess what, i dont think sheĀ āmove onā from all that happened in Book One that fast, and for add more drama she discovered that was her father idea of keeping her locked up training in that training center we saw in book one and not traveling likeĀ avatars before her. No wonder she felt betrayed. And for adding even more drama, people still keepĀ treating her like child, so she was despered for some validation. Something that she found in her uncles arms but she was betrayed by him after.
In the end, Korra again goes through a traumatic experience when she has her connection with past lives destroyed. We see how it affected her when she apologizes to Tenzin, through tears. And Tenzin, as the excellent master he is, tries to motivate her to face Vaatu again (now merged with Unalaq, her uncle) and again she saves the day even after go throught a traumatic event
In the final moments, we see the innocent decision to reconnect the world of spirits and the world of men. And we also see Korra and Mako permanently end their turbulent relationship.
Book 3 begins in a more mature, we see all the characters being presented in a more mature way and it seems that Korra now has overcome everything that has passed. We have the relationship between Korra and Asami deepening as well
In Book 3, called "Change" we have a great sacrifice from Korra. Her life goes down a notch when she decides to save the new airbenders from Zaheer and the Red Lotus, the only villain until now that really threat her life since their sole goal was to kill the avatar.
Korra won again but this time victory costed way too much. Yes she save the day again but now she wasĀ physically and psychologically defeated. It was too much, she broke.
Book 4 begins and we only saw Korra in the final minutes and she is unrecognizable. We see that, once proud and courageous avatar, in someone depressed and cowerd. We never have saw Korra like that, even when she was afraid of Amon she wasnt like that.
Korra is afraid of being the Avatar again and her fight against PTSD is still one of the most sensitive, responsable and honest representation of Mentall Issues that i saw, and it was before this subject gain more space on media. It was before people started to give attention to this
I also think that she was having flashs from her other fights and not only the one against Zaheer.
Another thing I think is worth mention is that Korra took 3 years to feel safer and re-embrace her duties as Avatar. It was not 3 weeks or 3 months, it was 3 years. And anyone who suffers from some mental illness knows very well the stigma that is, the fight that is, because everyone wants you to be well faster as possibleĀ when the truth is that many times you spend years fighting against this.Ā And this is a pressure that falls on you.Imagine, seeing all your friends moving forward while you continue "stock in the same place"?
Only after Korra confronts Zaheer, I think that was a way to show her coping with the trauma, she improves to the point of returning to be the great Avatar we know.Ā I personally still struggles with this scene because put the victim in front of her agressor may not be the best idea but i understand that she needed to see that he was just a man and not the invencible monster her mind was telling her
One of the lines that stuck with me the most was in the TLOK version of the ember island players, the one that made a recap of the show before the finale. When Korra saidĀ āI was so naiveā just before we watch her narration of her journey, we can feel pain, sadness and strenght. Janet was amazing in the way the delivered this line.
And this fucking quote i saw here on tumblr still is the goat: āThe Last Airbender is a story of a boy who becomes a god. The Legend of Korra is the story of a goddess who becomes a girl "
And I still get really pissed when someone comes to talk shit aboutĀ Korra because she is such an incredible heroine and her journey is also so incredible.
The story of how life can be hard and unfair, how it can hurt and paralyze, but there is always a reason to move on. We should always move on.
Korra is definitely not weak, quite the opposite, she is one of the if not the strongest heroine I have ever seen. Korra inspires overcomingĀ
#korrasami#avatar korra#asami sato#mako#tenzin#bolin#lin beifong#su beifong#kuvira#zaheer#amon#unalaq#tarrlok#the legendd of korra#legend of korra#tlok#lets talk about#avatar
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Didnāt Need Burrow (April 24th-May 3rd)
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette is exposed to the world as Ladybug by the end of the series. This is largely so Adrien gets to bask in everyone knowing that HE ended up with Paris' protector on his arm, emphasizing her status as a trophy that he won.
This feels too likely, I hate it.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: After being badgered into trusting her with the Fox, Marinette tries to convince Alya that she can't expose herself as Rena Rouge any further, and should take advantage of the Fox's long-range capabilities to stay hidden. Alya dismisses the danger; if she tries hiding at all, it doesn't take long to reveal herself, claiming it's unheroic to hide. Shadowmoth then targets her personally, with Marinette taking the blame.
I WOULD EXCUSE THE FOX THING IF IT STAYED LONG RANGE BUT IāM WAITING FOR THEM TO RUIN IT
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Rather than outing Ladybug, Alya reveals *herself* as Rena Rouge. She claims that this is fine since Hawkmoth already knows her secret identity... and besides, it gives the LadyBlog more cred!
Because why not I guess, the bar for her is already so low.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette will be forced to give up Guardianship/go through the memory wipe... but continue as Ladybug. This is mined for Sadrien AND resets LadyNoir; she no longer recalls all the annoying shit he's pulled, offering a fresh start. May lead into Reversed Rectangular Romance with Chat Noir pining after the old Ladybug while she develops a crush on her brooding partner. He's so ~dark~ and ~mysterious~ and gives her such ~wistful looks~!
Marinette gets to give up guardianship but at what cost. (also, that last line about Chat being dark and brooding)
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: In a Shocking Twist, Emilie is revealed to have been evil and manipulative like Chloe/Lila, and presented as solely responsible for her husband's jerkassery. This sets up GabNath as endgame with Gabriel absolved for all his misdeeds. (Any similarities between Emilie and her son's behavior are summarily ignored.)
Because Adrien is male, obviously. He gets a pass.
Anonymous said:
Didn't need the Burrow: A lot of Adrien's supposed childhood friendship with Chloe was actually with Zoe. Which is supposed to give the new character some instant connections and serves as another proof of Chloe being irredeemable. Bonus: Marinette finds out and whether or not she spills the beans, it will be something she'll get called out for.
So, either a retcon or Adrien comes off as even more of a liar in āOrigins.ā
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Su-Han will tell Marinette outright that her responsibilities mean she's not allowed to be happy. This is used to garner sympathy for HIM - Isn't it sad how his duties have completely consumed his life? Clearly he needs help learning how to unwind and relax! Meanwhile Mari's drowning in the background, but this isn't about HER, now is it?
IāM SO SAD
WHYYY
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien discovers Gabriel's secret and hides the truth, forbidding Plagg from telling anyone. Not just to protect his father/family, but because he's not ready to stop being Chat Noir. No villains means no reason for heroes, and he doesn't even know his lady's secret identity yet--! Naturally, his reasoning is treated as totally understandable and sympathetic, even as he enables the conflict to continue indefinitely.
āCHAT BLANCā VERSION 2.0 I HATE IT DX
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Hawk/Shadowmoth starts aiming to *kill* the exposed/temp heroes in order to prevent them from potentially joining battles. This only happens during akuma fights (so that it falls upon Ladybug to 'set things right' with her powers). Chat Noir makes minimal (if any) effort to protect them, relying upon his 'partner' to carry the day instead and bring them back.
Ladybug: *trying to save everyone*
Chat Noir: *filing his claws in the background*
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette will be pressured to make others permanent heroes and let them have their Miraculi full-time. This sets up for Hawkmoth to eventually get his hands on the Miracle Box, meaning any Miraculi that haven't been distributed are now in the villains' clutches. Not only does this dramatically cut down her pool of allies, Marinette gets to be guilt-stricken over failing all her duties and not listening to their demands while she had the chance.
Marinette, youāre such a fAilUrE as guardian!!
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Zoe will turn out to be another love interest for Adrien - only it's as the New-Bee with *Chat Noir*, enabling the dreaded Reversed Romo-Rhombus dynamic with Ladybug becoming jealous of their chemistry.
girls are such jealous types, havenāt you guys heard? :)
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Ladybug gets a new default look (for the sake of selling more ML merch in Real Life), trading the spotted onesie for another form-fitting spandex suit that 'highlights her feminine charms' even more. This is treated as a sign of her 'growing up'.
wow i hate it
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Alya shipping Marinette with both Adrien and Chat Noir after finding out her identity.
I am 100% not here for shipping shenanigans.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will be responsible for leading Lila to suspect that Marinette and Ladybug are connected. Though Alya may actually *realize* that she slipped up, she won't warn Marinette about the potential security breach, not wanting her to get upset/any more paranoid than she already is.
And of course, this will be used to make people āsympathizeā with her. See, she cAreS about Marinetteās feelings, how can you be mad at her for this??
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: There will be more plots where Marinette's 'lesson of the week' is that she must learn how to better control and suppress her emotions, and that she is literally not ALLOWED to be upset because Hawk/Shadowmoth will win if she does. At the same time, Adrien is encouraged to marinate in his own unhappiness over Ladybug not giving in to his advances. If the danger involved ever comes up, it's presented as purely Ladybug/Marinette's fault for rejecting him.
Iām starting to think some of you are ZAG insiders because wow that sounds likely. DX
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: A recurring theme in episodes featuring the 'girl squad' will be Marinette meddling too much, as her efforts to help them cross boundaries THEY aren't comfortable with. If she dares to bring up their past insistence that friends don't keep secrets, they'll call her out as a hypocrite while refusing to acknowledge their own hypocrisies.
āMarinetteās boundaries? Who??? No, Marinette, what about THEIR boundaries???ā - the writers
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien will feel sorry for Chloe and regret the role he played in her losing her Miraculous. This is mainly a vehicle to help explain why everything that went wrong with her/Queen Bee is totally, 100% Marinette/Ladybug's fault, along with showing how forgiving Adrien is and how he 'sees the best in everyone', and is clearly right to do so. Bonus: this is combined with him distrusting the NewBee for not being Chloe/making her jealous.
*sigh*
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Chloe will get akumatized out of anger over the New Bee, and Ladybug is blamed for her insensitivity/forced to apologize to her.
Iām still stunned at the mental gymnastics they go through to make Marinette/Ladybug apologize to people.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Su-Han will confirm the popular fan claim that Ladybug and Black Cat bearers are, in fact, soulmates/bound together by destiny. Chat Noir gleefully rubs this in Ladybug's face; her disbelief and horror is played entirely for laughs at her expense. Adrien's behavior escalates further afterwards, bolstered by the knowledge that it doesn't matter how shitty he gets, as she belongs to him regardless.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: In addition to confirming the notion that Ladybugs and Black Cats are 'meant to be', it's revealed that other Miracli are destined soulmates, like Foxes and Turtles or Butterflies and Peacocks, and other random Miraculi pairings that 'coincidentally' align with various official ships.
brb, need to step away to scream on my porch
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: At least one episode will have Marinette mess up a potion, preventing her and the other heroes from enjoying its benefits during a big fight. This is blamed either on her anxiety causing her to overthink it or on her being a poor student, lamenting the fact that she didn't have more time with Master Fu. (Bonus if Su-Han takes advantage of this to slam Fu; extra bonus points if Mari defends him by insisting *she* was the one who screwed up, not her master.)
Itās like a main course of Marinette blame, oh my god.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Su-Han will make various sexist comments about Marinette and the other heroines, implying that they were all poor choices Because Girl. Since nothing says 'Girl Power' like insisting they must prove themselves to doubtful men who will never fully accept them. After all, Marinette is the only one who ever learns lessons; therefore, Su-Han will never grow out of his 'old-fashioned views'.
And when the writers are called out, theyāll go, ābUt hEās jUst oLd fAshiOnedā
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien gets his Ring revoked by Su-Han for misbehavior. This is depicted as a terrible miscarriage of justice, and Marinette must convince Su-Han to return the Ring without learning who Chat Noir is. The more terrible the inciting act, the bigger the bonus points; did he skip another battle like Glaciator? Pull another Syren-level stunt? Cataclysm another innocent? Who cares? Sadrien is Sad, and that's the biggest crisis of all...
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien pulls another Syren-level stunt (or worse); rather than holding him responsible, Su-Han berates Marinette for her poor leadership and failure to keep him in line. Bonus if she confides/vents to Alya afterwards only for Alya to AGREE with Su-Han that she's failed at being a good partner to Chat Noir. Fever Mode activates if Alya implies Marinette's failure is due to her inability to admit her feelings for Chat Noir and/or confess to Adrien.
I donāt know whether to laugh or cry.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will pull an Adrien re: Lila, refusing to openly support Marinette against her. She'll claim that they need to 'gather evidence' first before exposing her to everyone. In practice, this means that Alya is willing to continue feigning ignorance, pretending that she's taken in by Lila's lies, while Marinette continues to suffer since she won't play along. Any evidence-gathering we see Alya engaging in is minimal, if she's shown doing it at all.
This is 150% one of the most accurate Alya-Lila confrontations Iāve seen from these predictions.
I hate it.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: When confronting Lila, Alya will insist that 'Ladybug told me herself' that they aren't friends. Lila attempts to convince her that Ladybug is lying to try and protect her; this either works or spurs Alya to declare that LB 'hates liars', making her suspicious of Marinette's potential connections to the superheroine.
Alya
Alya why
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will only treat Marinette with anything approaching a veneer of respect while she's Ladybug. (As in 'Transformed/wearing the spotted suit/actively superheroing'.) Her behavior towards her 'regular BFF', meanwhile, will continue to degrade.
and, as a alternative:
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Having learned that Marinette = Ladybug, Alya shows less and less respect towards the superheroine. (Not that she displayed much in the first place, but you know what they say: familiarity breeds contempt. And Alya's convinced that she knows her SO WELL, despite all signs to the contrary...)
Thanks. Hate them both. T_T
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will end up outing Ladybug in a moment of anger. Though this is treated as impulsive and spur-of-the-moment, the act itself hints otherwise. (For example, she posts it on the LadyBlog; that post had to be *written up* first, and she likely had to think about what evidence she'd use to back up her claim... Not to mention if she includes pictures or video. Showing that Alya thought about it well before her 'tipping point', no matter how she claims otherwise.)
okay but you missed the part where Marinette is blamed for it--
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Tikki's comments about kwamis not understanding love are foreshadowing that they will later claim that Ladybug and Chat Noir's relationship has shown them what true love is. Because none of the other relationships they've ever seen or experienced in their long, looooooong history compare to the Four-Cornered F**kery.
Tikki sure knew a lot about love when she commented on all of Marinetteās love issues.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Kagami will come to regret 'impulsively' breaking up with Adrien for being a lying jerkface, while Luka moves on and finds happiness with somebody else with relative ease. Because guys are allowed to move on with their lives while girls have to wallow in the miserable mires of wish-you-were-(still)-mine. Woes--!
no but see Adrien is āworthyā of love while Marinette isnāt
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette is either responsible for the secret Juleka's keeping (such as trusting her with a Miraculous) or inadvertently sets Rose on its scent in the first place, making her *supposedly* responsible for the strife which follows.
We already know that itās not Julekaās secret at least but Marinette could absolutely still set Rose off.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette will be taught techniques/given a power-up that shuts off her emotions completely, or simply reaches the point where she figures out how to do so on her own. This is ultimately shown to be a bad thing/another mistake not because of the toll it takes on her psyche, but because the fully repressed Marinette/Ladybug no longer has any interest whatsoever in Adrien, and *we can't have THAT!*
Us getting to see Marinette not crushing on Adrien... but at what cost?
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Alya posts more embarrassing content on the LadyBlog, making it look like Ladybug keeps screwing up/making mistakes. Marinette asks her to stop, worried that she's undermining people's faith in her; Alya blows off her concerns and accuses her of getting a swelled head/becoming a 'control freak' about her image, insisting it's no big deal if people see she's human while refusing to treat her as such. (Meanwhile none of Chat Noir's mistakes/misbehavior make it onto the blog.)
āBonusā if Alya gets particularly huffy because itās jOunrAliSm and sheād be bIAsEd if she took down something that made her fRiEnD uNComOFTablE.
elflynns-horde-of-stuff said:
Don't need a burrow: The upcoming episode "Guiltrip" is gonna be 50% Sadrien. And we won't even get any new developments on his character for it.
so the usual
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: It's revealed that Ladybug holders are 'natural good luck charms' for everybody around them, but are punished by karmic backlash for even the *slightest* hint of selfishness (or self-consideration). Hence Marinette's whole plight, which is still presented as her fault for not being able to reach an impossibly perfect ideal. (Anything we learn about Black Cat holders, meanwhile, is purely for Agrestangst and has no bearing on anything observable within the show itself.)
Honestly, with the bad luck Marinette had in āOrigins,ā youād think sheād be meant for the cat and been taught about the values of destruction and just being able to Go Off on people, or how to spin her bad luck into something good (or the black cat miraculous in general helps her channel her bad luck, such as making her Cataclysm stronger or being able to give her bad luck to others).
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: The show ends with Marinette and Adrien getting together, with Marinette declaring that everything she went through was worth it and that she's 'incredibly lucky' -- that the fact fate brought them together is 'nothing short of Miraculous!'
The sheer level at which I just cringed in immeasurable.
Anonymous said:
Didn't need the Burrow: A S5 episode will drop before S4 is finished.
Oh! Ahaha, weāve got a wavelength, anon! I actually already added that one at some point.
Anonymous said:
Didn't need the Burrow: The series will not really make Rose/Juleka canon. They will imply it but the official language used in the episode will be "best friends". Yet on Twitter the creators will pat themselves on the back repeatedly for it
I mean, this already partially happened in āReflekdollā so--
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: It'll be confirmed beyond any reasonable doubt that Adrien 100% knows about Marinette's crush when he uses it to manipulate her. Plagg comments on it, and Adrien affirms that he knows, but her feelings don't compare to his own for Ladybug. ('And aren't worth sparing' goes unsaid, but is naturally implied.) Naturally, his manipulation of her is treated as 'clever', and any pain or mortification she feels as a result is just gravy.
Anonymous said:
Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien reveals to Plagg (and the audience) that he's fully aware of Marinette's crush, but refuses to acknowledge it because he doesn't want to 'crush her dreams', comparing it to how Ladybug keeps rejecting him. Making the situation entirely about HIM and how HE feels, even showing some resentment towards her for HAVING that crush for HIM to deal with. Marinette and her feelings are painted as just an ANNOYANCE that he's ignoring, heedless of the impact upon her.
wow i hate them both
thank you, both of you
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Plesse tell me about queerness in the get down!!
okay okay queerness in the get down let's fuckn goooo
disclaimer: I havent watched this show in full for like 5 months at least, probably gonna get something wrong and/or forget some more important bits. also this wasnt proof read I just word vomited
tws: period typical homophobia, abuse mention, f slur use, bury your gays trope, overdose mention, mention of a creepy possible age gap (the age gap hasnt been confirmed so that's why its possible), cops
going from least to most prominent queer characters, let's start with mylene cruz!
so, from the beginning of this show she has an established romantic relationship with ezekiel (although the status of their actual relationship changes frequently throughout the show) and though this was a relationship she was hesitant to pursue, it is clear that she does have romantic feelings for him and if not for them both having growing careers in very different music genres (zeke specifically working in a genre that she repeatedly labels as bad because she thinks they're ruining records + that it isnt real music because they're using someone elses piece and rapping over it, that's not really important here tho lol) they probably wouldve had a much healthier, smooth sailing romance. that being said theres a few things that happen in the show that, while not explicitly clear, or even really good coding at thatāto the point where you wont catch if you really arent looking for it (and trust me, I always look for coding, hers was just so little that it flew over my head until I saw someone else mention it)āare still cool to think about!
so, for starters, I wanna mention the toy box performance, which was performed by mylene and regina, who are best friends. that's all cool and shit, and you dont really think much about it...until you hear about the fact that the show runners purposely colored a lot of the scenes in that performance with the bi colors. like. the writers after the show ended basically said "oh yeah there was plans to make her coding more explicit, but our shit got cancelled soooo" and then dropped the fact that she was gonna be bi (or at least implies bi) in the series, which puts a new twist on a few things.
now, besides the bi coloring in the background of the toy box performance (which was mostly on scenes with her and regina, which involved a lot of uh,, lowkey lewd dancing. with each other. in very revealing outfits. wooooo), there's her music! I dont tend to read too much into this one bc, like I said before, her coding is fucking light and the writers themselves said they didnt really get to do much with it, but I think some stuff with her music is interesting. specifically how her, yolanda and regina's song set me free blew up because dizzee, resident (lowkey enby coded) bicon, got their song played in a queer club. also that the song was majorly important to dizzee and started playing literally right as he kissed a boy for the first time and realized "oh shit I like boys that's bonkers". also that the song can be taken in a gay way since literally the entire thing is about becoming your true self, fully and unapologetically, which is what both dizzee and mylene's entire character arcs are about. dizzee (and a lot of other queer people, apparently), heard this song about being set free and it resonated with them so much that they got that shit most of its popularity.
speaking of dizzee and mylene, they parallel each other a lot in the way that their arcs are about them realizing who they are, coming into themselves and no longer just letting people treat them like shit in a sense (dizzee starting to tell people essentially that they can call him weird all they want, they can make fun of how he acts, what he likes, how he dresses, etc. but he likes how he is and quite literally saying "it's okay to be an alien" as he has consistently compared himself to one throughout the show vs mylene learning that if she wants to be a disco singer she needs to put her foot down, not let anyone, not even the love of her life, not even her abusive father, stop her from achieving her dreams, etc. and continuing to pursue her career with or without their support). one more little parallel that I think is interesting is during I think s2 towards the end of the show is when dizzee and thor are shown together having fun with each other, painting all over the building and each other and are basically just being happy and in love together and then they have these clips of them being interspersed with clips of mylene at a party where she is starting to realize that if she wants to get anywhere she needs to be her own main priority and that she needs to put her career and her dream, which is what makes her the happiest, above all else if she wants to succeed. idk I just think how the show made these two into a weird parallel, accidental or not, is neat. maybe not an explicitly queer parallel, but I think at least how her music and whatnot helped dizzee, the main queer character in this show, blossom, is important.
moving on we got shaolin fantastic also known as "oh no your internalized homophobia is showing-"
so, heres a quick list of...interesting shao facts:
Consistently referred to as fag/faggot (shaolin fanfaggot is my personal favorite); he gets really defensive about this despite nobody actually thinking he's queer, it's just people being assholes to be assholes, and he is the only character consistently referred to using a slur, especially a homophobic one, especially for a "straight" character. dizzee, a canonically queer character, is called a fag less than shaolin is even though dizzee actively goes to gay clubs, has a not so secret dude he "hangs out with" and wont let anyone properly meet, paints his nails, wears less than straight clothes even by the 70s standards and is just all around the definition of fucking queer (and I mean like in the weird way, not the gay way). in fact theres only like once I can remember him being called a fag and it had nothing to do with him actually being gay it was literally just like thrown out there the same way you would call someone a bitch.
Has only shown sexual interest in women, yet refuses to have deeper relationships with women in general (possibly because of trauma but who knows) but takes his relationships with his "brothers", specifically zeke, very seriously
Tells zeke and zeke ONLY his real name when zeke was planning to stop being his friend bc shao more or less got boo boo, a like 14 year old black kid, arrested for selling hard drugs; he was clearly scared and trying to do anything to keep zeke around, literally chasing him down the street and hounding him until he got zeke to stop and argue with him
Kept threatening to beat up zeke in the end but couldn't actually bring himself to do so, instead saying that zeke is "fucking lucky" before walking away
Let's zeke get away with things that nobody else can, in general just has a weird soft spot for ezekiel that he shows with nobody else
when shao found dizzee with thor in a vaguely compromising situation (like they were just shirtless covered in paint sleeping next to each other but shao had also seen everything they painted on the walls ((which some of it was sus)), it was clear they had painted on each others bodies and dizzee had been routinely disappearing with this guy for weeks now yet not producing nearly as much art, at least, as far as we audience members know) he didnt judge him but instead, waited for him to get cleaned up and then told him something along the lines of "theres a reason why im so secretive blah blah blah [not everyone needs to know everything about me]", which, in context, kinda implies that he might be a lil. a lil homiesexual. jus a lil.
whenever even the possibility of zeke leaving him comes up he absolutely loses it. he has literally cost ezekiel life changing opportunities because he thought zeke would just up and leave him for them. this could be abandonment issues bc he's a severely traumatized character, and that probably does contribute to it, but it also is just not a reaction he has to any of their other friends just randomly dipping in and out of his life soooooo
generally speaking, this mfer has got either bisexual with a big hard on for zeke coding or homosexual with terrible internalized homophobia and still a hard on for zeke coding. either fucking way, that nigga gay. he gay as hell. gay as fuck man. there wasn't really much to analyze here tbh bc the coding is just so fucking obvious if you look for it or you are/have been a gay person who's dealt with at least a little bit of internalized homophobia.
also, just a sidenote, idk how fucking old shao, but I'm praying hes like at max 19 bc I'm pretty sure zeke is a minor in this show and shao definetly is not so the whole him being heavily implied to have a crush on ezekiel thing is kinda. oof. not oof if zeke is like 17 but any younger than that? OOF.
edit: apparently the characters are only supposed to be a year apart in age but i had no clue about that before writing this post and since shaos age was never actually stated in the show i naturally assumed he was an adult since his actor Looks Like An Adult. this is definetly on me to a certain extent, but i also never saw anything about this when trying to find our their ages so š¤·āāļø maybe i just didnt look deep enough, sorry!
now moving on to the main event...marcus dizzee kipling :]
so, first things first, let's talk enby coding bc him being bisexual was already confirmed!
um, to start off, I just wanna say I dont think this enby coding was intentional or even really coding, it's just moreso me being a dizzee kin on main and knowing as a transmasc enby he has very transmasc enby vibes. for example:
cool, gender neutral nickname that everyone calls him
paints nails various different colors
the whole wardrobe is just a transmasc enby heaven...fishnet shirts, jean overalls, jackets and cuffed pants galore, the big colorful pins, etc
gender neutral hairstyle (when I had my fro it was very sexy and made it easy to transition between hyper masc and vaguely fem, which is pog)
comparing himself to/representing himself consistently with an alien character (though this is meant to represent his sexuality, it could also double as a gender thing too, not neccesarily bc of the whole nonbinary alien trope but bc an enby who likes aliens might heavily identify or compare themselves to whatever their idea of an alien is, whether that just be a genderless entity or a motherfucker with fly style and no need to be perceived as anything other Wacky As Hell)
moving on from there, let's talk about how his queerness is presented to us and how, while it may be a really good piece of representation, especially coming from netflix, it still lacks in A Lot of places.
so, let's start with good things!
i personally really like the get down's queer rep with dizzee bc it's (for the most part) nonsexualized and very very soft, about dizzee figuring himself out and realizing there is a place where he fits in, and about two teenagers in the 70s falling in love over their shared passion for street art. it also features an interracial couple where both boys challenge stereotypes both about queer men and men of color, which is epic poggers and very sexy. this piece of rep specifically is very important to me bc I am a queer black person and even tho interracial relationships are mostly normalized now, I've still had people give me shit for primarily dating white people in a town that is...primarily white lol
mm anyways, I can also appreciate how in the get down, dizzee being represented by rumi the alien is not a thing specifically related to gender (as it often is) and instead is about his sexuality and just in general weirdness and how it has led to him being alienated amongst his peers, poc or otherwise. him seeing himself as an alien is not about just his queerness, which is important, it is about him being a queer black man who talks different, acts different, dresses different and is "soft"āhe isnt a walking black male stereotype and he wouldnt have been seen as masculine back in the 70s by any stretch of the imagination. this can be relatable to a wide spectrum of queer poc, from queer black men currently who still have to deal with this shit or to people like myself who are afab neurodivergent mixed race enbies that have always been signaled out as weird and alienated for it. dizzee is god rep bc while he has a small part in this show, his parts are very impactful, hard hitting and show queer poc of all ages that they arent alone and that it's okay to "weird", you just need to embrace it because somebody will love you for you, as thor did for dizzee.
that being said theres um. some minor problemas here,,,
namely:
dizzee and thors first kiss
the lack of development this pairing got
the way dizzee was confirmed bisexual off screen, he never said the words himself, just showed interest in both genders
the way dizzee and thor were never even confirmed boyfriends or just fwb so most of the fandom just calls them boyfriends bc Why Not
dizzee was implied fucking DEAD??? AT THE END OF THE SERIES?????? AND THOR WAS IMPLIED ARRESTED?????????????
now, these might have been things that wouldve been fine had the show been given it's full run but it wasnt which is why we are now left with probelms.
so, from the top, let's go over these: dizzee and thor's first (and only "on screen") kiss was one that was shown in a montage of other queer people making over and doing other vaguely romantic/sexual things, one of those things being a whole ass naked titty being mouthed at, but the actual kiss...was just not shown? like they really did just say "yes they kissed <3 you know this from the context clues of it being in a montage with kissing, hickey giving and titty sucking <3 but no we will not show it <3" LIKE HELLO? I SAW A NAKED BOOBIE BUT NOT TWO MEN KISS??? HUH????????
also, dizzee and thor were both fucking high as hell during this bit like this isnt a terrible thing but it's also like sometimes you do shit when you're high that you wouldnt do sober and they just never kissed again on screen so like?? like idk that's not that bad but it does kinda irk me since they deadass got no other on screen intimacy after that unless you including painting on eacher other or sleeping next to each other on a shitty mattress but not touching at all during it bc they were both at opposite ends of the mattress like half way off it
so yeah, that was trash. then we got lack of development, which kinda goes with the "dizzee being a bisexual but he never says it in canon" thing cause like...okay dizzee was already sort of a side character from the get go like he wasnt the mc by any means, but he became way more of a background character as things continued until we basically only saw him for performances or when he was with thor, yet they got no fucking development as a pairing other than "dizzee realize he gay, he like thor, he and thor spend time together and ig probably do some gay stuff but we dont really know bc we only ever see them do graffiti together now" like?? tf am I supposed to do with that shit. answer. quickly. and then theres dizzee not being confirmed bisexual, which is just a running problem with shows literally doing everything to say a character is bi except for having the character just...say they're bi? which would be so easy? like a good way dizzee and thor couldve had some development is by thor teaching dizzee things about the queer community that he didnt even know existed, thor couldve helped him understand what being bi meant and helped him label himself and whatnot but instead we got an off screen confirmation that the writers had bisexual in mind when writing him. which is garbagƩ.
the whole thor and dizzee never having a confirmed relationship status is also a development problem cause like literally nobody knows if they were just friends who made out, maybe fucked, who knows, or if they were dating bc dizzee does give a love confession but a love confession doesn't mean there is a relationship, especially since thor didn't say he was in love either (as far as I remember, I could be wrong, plus whether or not that really happened or was apart of dizzee literally overdosing during a performance is unclear so š¤Ŗ)
and now for the biggest issue...bury your gays trope.
during the season 2 finale, dizzee and thor are chased by cops after they are found doing graffiti, one of the cops is able to catch thor while the other chases dizzee into a train tunnel and there is a train seen headed straight for him before the show cuts to black on a train horn. the show writers claim that if they had gotten another season, dizzee wouldve been alive but since they didnt and since that's essentially super fan trivia knowledge, most people dont fucking know that and instead had to watch a black queer teenager chose death over being fucking arrested by a white cop. on top of that, thor didnt see any of that shit because he was caught and the cop started hauling him off while dizzee was still being chased so thor literally has no clue where his friend/possible boyfriend fucking is or that he's likely dead in a goddamn tunnel all alone, unless you count the fucking pig that chased him in there who wouldve died too. this shows rep was so fucking good as far as most shows go on not having major fucking problems, on not being toxic and over sexualized, etc, etc. and then they just. killed a black queer teenager for no fucking reason. like it was literally the last episode ever, it would add nothing to the plot, it would just devastate fans and devastate it fucking did. I dont cry easy but seeing a character I identified with, who I had hyperfixated on, die because he'd rather that than be arrested is terrible. it fucking sucked.
so yeah. that's my all too extensive thoughts/analysis on the get down's queerness. theres definitely stuff I missed, or misinterpreted, or looked too much into, etc, etc., but this was a fun thing to spend time writing sooo yeah!! thanks for the ask anon, sorry this was just a big rambley info dump, but hopefully you get some enjoyment out of it since it took like 3 hours at least šš feel free to ask clarifying questions lol
#shit self#asks#the get down#mylene cruz#shaolin fantastic#dizzee kipling#long post#analysis#info dump#idk if anon has seen tgd or is just being nice so i tried givinh background to things#kinz#bangerz#discourse
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House of Mouse: Maxās EmbarrassingĀ Date Review
Hello House Mouses and welcome back to the house of mouse. Another comission by Kev and my second House of Mouse for the valentineās season. This time weāre not tackling a Valentineās Episode necesarily, but a romantic one all the same as fan faviorite couple Max and Roxanne finally go on a date.Ā I always liked Max. Even as a kid when I wasnāt the biggest fan ofĀ āA Goofy Movieā, didnāt like the darker patches like the principals office scene or the Pete Hot tub scene.. though in hindsight both had legit greviances with Max... it just dosenāt make either less terrible as the principal still told an innocnet man who wasnāt responsible for what his kid did and was trying his best that his son was going to become a crminal because of one stupid but mostly harmless prank, and Pete.. is just an abusive, unlikeable and unlovable ass in both Goof Troop and Goofy Movie, and I hate how he treats his son, donāt blame his wife for leaving him or taking their daughter and dog, and am really sad he got custody of PJ somehow. And for the record this isnāt ALL petes, just this version. The rest are fine and just the right level of asshole.Ā
Point is despite my problems with the first film, I had none with the second and even now I like it due to having some really good ideas and concepts while also being gloirously rediclous due to the loveably dated X-Games element. While I do have a spot in my heart for the Dana Hill and Shaun Fleming versions, especially the latter once upon a christmas is awesome, Jason Marsdenās version is the best by the mile having the right amount of ego mixed with self doubt to make him likeable enough to brook him being an ass to his dad a lot. Heās a good character.. and it baffles me Disney NEVER uses him nowadays. No really, the last time he showed up was in twice upon a christmas and no one liked that because he was dating someone who wasnāt Roxanne just to rehash the same plot theyād already rehashed better in Extremley Goofy Movie. I REALLY need to rewatch that one. Hmm.... gonna see if I can squeeze that one into May or later in April. Thatās for another time.Ā
But yeah while heās at one of the disney parks, thatās it. The character just .. vanished, and hasnāt been brought back in any way shape or form. Though I could see either a Disney Plus reboot of goof troop or a goofy movie with max having his own kids. That could be intresting. Also bring Roxanne back as weirdly this episode iām reviewing, a goofy movie and now her ducktales cameo are her ONLY apperances.Ā
Seriously I get sheās not the most fleshed out.. but then flesh her out. Like Max sheās crminally underused and while I get her absence as a character in the sequel, the plot really didnāt need her, he still couldāve been dating her off screen. Though clearly the two worked things out and tried again as this episode came out AFTER extremely did. But did this episode work out? Join me under the cut to find out.Ā
As iāve decided is my standard for House of Mouse Episodes, shorts first, then wraparound, then Mickey Mouse live sex celebration. Though I will say iāve picked up there are two kinds of formats for the show: They either use two of the longer Mouseworks shorts or just one close to 11 minute short, a medium one, and one of the little two minute segments. There might be a break from this in the future, we shall see but for now those ar ethe two standards. This time we have two longer shorts.Ā
Plutoās Penthouse Sweet:Ā
Iāve mentioned in the past I dontā really get why Pluto is part of Disneyās sensational six along with Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy and Daisy. And I stand by that: While heās had his own cartoons they just arenāt as entertaining and creative as MIckeyās or hilarous and relatable as Donald and Goofyās. Heās just an average cartoon dog. He works fine in tandem with Mickey, but on his own heās just nothing and his spot should be taken by pete, who while not a goodie all the time, again the goof troop version needs to step on a rake and fall into a well.. somehow. i didnāt think my insult through. Point is pete is better.Ā And this short isnāt BAD .. but to me itās what some fans THINK the disney shorts are: Bland, maybe one or two good jokes but almost nothing new or intresting. As I found out last year, thatās far from the case, as a lot of the Donald shorts are still hilarious today and a lot of the mickey shorts are shockingly creative, like Thru The Mirorr where he goes .. well thru the mirror into a wonderland like world where all the inanaimate objects are alive and he can shrink and what not via astral projection, or Mickeyās Mechanical Man, which I sadly didnāt know about when I did the MIckey Birthday Special and for some reason isnāt on disne plus. In it Mickey creates a robot and has it box a monsterous looking gorillia.Ā
How has Mickey piloting this thing but giant sized against various kaiju been a thing yet? And if it has someone tell me. Seriously with all the comics and animated series how. Iād even settle for a Wonderful World of Mickey Mouse episode. Just bring this guy back. Point is there was far more invetnion than it seemed.. at least at first as it slowly died out as they went by the late 50ā²s. But Pluto just seemed even in their hayday like your standard pet gets into antics thing without the creative slapstick of tom and jerry or the likeablity of sylvester who never could get that asshole Tweety Bird. This is just weak sauce and whiel I could forgive the older shorts, as their from another time and likely lead to say Tom and Jerry... I canāt forgive this which was made probably in 1998 and released in 1999 originally. Comedy had evolved a LOT by that point and unlike the Goofy how to shorts, which are a format that is immortal and still evolved to match the times and felt fresh, these just feel stale and boring and like the last Pluto short I covered this one was a chore to sit through though not nearly AS bad.Ā
Still though the premise is about the same, Plutoās left to his own devices, and finds a female dog, though in this case sheās VERY intrested in him. Iām also not entirley convinced sheās a dog, but instead one of Jumbaās experiments and that Lilo and Stitch later had to journey to.. wherever these shorts take place to fetch him. Or more likely the house of mouse. I mean Proud Family, Recess, American Dragon Jake Long and Kim Possible all take place int hat universe, why canāt house of mouse? Also tell me you wouldnāt watch an avengers style team consisting of Kim, Ron, Jake, Penny, Probably TJ, Lilo, Stitch and Donald Duck. If you wouldnāt iād call you a liar because you would be.Ā
Seriously the eyes give her away.... just look at them. Very experimenty. But before Pluto can do it like they do on the discovery channel he has to get past the guard dog.. though how he does produces the one great gag of the short, as he BUILDS A GIANT, TROJAN HORSE ESQUE PLUTO OUT OF JUNK. Just holy shit thatās awesome> It gets him inside, only for him to find his lady friend is a bit TOO affectionate and he has to escape, he does so, and MIckey wonders if he missed him etc lame button. This short was a vacuum of comedy outside of GIANT PLUTO. Seriously whereās my disney giant mecha series. YOu have five main characters, and Pluto among with MANY, MANY side characters, frmo scrooge to the boys to hopefully Della, to even possibly pete and mortimer who could have their own mech against the heroes but maybe join them in the last episode. Maybe max and pj could have some, have a father vs son thing with PJ and Pete. Iām just saying, iād watch it. I know my nieces would watch it. I know my nephews would watch it. Greenlight it. Or iāll make it.. somehow.Ā
How to Ride a Bike: Speaking of the How To Shorts, as usual for the House of Mouse era ones.. this was awesome, pretty much what youād expect, some goofy, pardon the pun, gags about goofy riding a bike and then a fun climax of him in a bike race. Not a ton to add, other than that hamster bike above is genius. Just needs some tweaking. Really funny, really simple, and really good as youād expect from a good Goofy Short. Easily the best part of the episode.Ā
Maxās EmbarrassingĀ Date: So this was a disapointment. Like iād try to be nice.. but I had high hopes given this brought Roxanne back, and while the premise was stock maybe theyād do something funny with with it.Ā
But no the plot is pretty standard, very predictable and fairly obnoxious. Max has a date with Roxanne, and is playing it cool and what not, but is worried his dad will find out.. which he somehow did offscreen. Probably Clarabelle.. I mean they do go out sometimes in this one, wouldnāt surprise me.Ā
So Max pleads with the rest of the HOM staff to keep him away because he fears his dad will overdo things, which.. is fair and one of the few things I like> He dosenāt want him to overdo it on the mood because this is well.. a first date. He dosenāt want to pressure her or himself and just wants it to be nice and calm. The problem is itās framed like him once again being embarassed by his dad and having to learn better.
At this point weād had TWO movies do this already, one of which was only two years old at the time of this episode. This plot is stale as old toast even if it dindāt have goofy in it. And the twist is predictable: the HOM crew end up also overdoing it: Minnie comments on how cute they are and wants candles brought, Daisy gets them a bigger table forgetting how dates work,t hough we do get a great gag of hte 7 dwarves stacked, and Mickey while having .. some.. gopher? I honestly canāt tell who it was, usually iām better at the cameos. Speaking of which they also have a runner of beast going on a date with Cruella Devile.Ā
I mean is he cheating on his wife? Is she holding his wife hostage? Is this before belle because we see a post transfomratoin beast too so maybe the House of Mouse is an intersection of space and time? Thatās.. actually the most resonable answer I can think of honestly and when iām focusing more on how the hell your gag works than how funny it is, you clearly failed somewhere along the line.Ā
Point is Mickey puts his good friend in a pothole, and not only calls max little max, which while an understnadably close family thing to do is still embarassing, but also takes pictures while their eating the spagetthi.. which iām 100% sure was Hueyās idea nad had Mickey not interrupted, wouldāve been tied up down the middle for a lady and the tramp thing. Itās his signature move. Well that and having a panic attack. Thatās also one of mine the others being lettterkenny refrences and sex jokes about disney characters.Ā But yeah this just.. dosenāt work. Them being as embarassing? thatād be fine.. if they werenāt wholly unsympathetic for not only keeping their friend from WELL INTEITONEDLY trying to help his son on his date, something his son shold have no problem with since ROXANNEāS MET HIM. AND IS FINE WITH HIM. AND NEVER CARED ABOUT YOU BEING HIS SON LIKE THE DICKHEADS AT SCHOOL. MINUS BOBBY WHO YOUR FRIENDS WITH FOR SOME REASON. My point is this plot bothers me a lot, and it makes the mickey crew come off like assholes for doing this to thier friend instead of just talking to him like a person. Especially since only ONE of them is a parent and Conviently donald is mostly absent. Likely because he realized this was going to end badly and just agreed to tie the spagetthi like huey taught him to keep his involvment in this shit show and gaslighting his best friend to a minimum.Ā
Eventually Mickey takes things a step too far and has Sebastian almost sing kiss the girl. Max cuts him off though yelling that he just wants them to back off, he just wants them to relax and he TOLD them this, which makes them come off worse as they KNEW he didnāt want this and did it anyway and never apologize becaue apparently the first rule of house of mouse is never apologize for anything, huh huh. Goofy naturally steps in, tells them off and agrees to serve them and Roxanne finds him entertaining and gives him a nose kiss for being a good dad. Heās a good guy that Goof.Ā Roxanne then whispers something in maxās ear at the end of the date... which gives him an audible erection. No really. And given his age is vauge here Iām suddenly super duper uncomfortable so letās move on.Ā
So max tells them she liked it and wants to come back.. 100% sure that wasnāt what she said but what she said isnāt fit to print and youāve seen what iāve said and what I put in the weāll be right back. Point is heās happy, though Mickey says weāll try to make it extra special next time. Mickey.. did you do a space mountainās worth of pills and cokea nd just forget the entire evening? Did you take some of those hangover roofies/ Why would you do that? Was that peteās new plan to steal the house of mouse? To drug you guys and make you forget you already paid the rent? Did PJ stop him? Inquiring me wants to know.Ā
Final Thoughts: Yeah this wasnāt a very good episode. Roxanne is wasted despite having a suitable replacment Roxanne voice in Grey Delise, with no real depth just to rehash the plot of the first and second goofy movies. And this one didnāt have an inexpilicable beatnik cafe, PJ getting laid and finally being happy for once, a standard college fraternity plotĀ surgeically infused with an out of nowhere obession with xtreme sports that was nowhere in the first film, Goofy in an afro, Goofy finding love, That disco sequence, and a climax in which Goofy carries Brad Garret out of a fire, then Brad Garret probably kills the villian of the film who certainly deserved it. My points are this episode was an underwhelming rehash only saved by some good shippy moments and a good goofy short. It was weak, not all that funny, and not all that intersting.Ā My other point is that an extremley goofy movie is awesome and also kinda insane and I love it for that. Iām glad I saw this one but iām really disapointed in how bleh it was. Next time I visit the house of mouse is.. actually in a few days as Pete Does a One Man Show. So yeah already 100% better just by having THAT musical number in it, see you then and if not, thereās always another rainbow.Ā
#house of mouse#max goof#roxanne#the goofy movie#max x roxanne#goofy goof#goofy#donald duck#mickey mouse#minnie mouse#daisy duck#cruella de vil#beast#disney#comissions
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Have you been asked yet to rank Trust eps? Cos I'm asking! But your the criteria for ranking I leave to you to decide.
Ahahahaha Iāll have you know I put way too much thought into this. :-D
Ok so first of all, there is no such thing as a bad episode of Trust. The whole thing is really tightly written, every character and plot thread has a purpose, and even the episodes that I havenāt watched over and over again are important to the overall story. And a lot of the impact of the show comes from things that are cumulative over multiple episodes.
That being said, I do have favorites. Since the definitive ranking of Primoās outfits has already been taken care of, here is my ranking from least to most favorite based on some nebulous criteria of artistic/narrative effectiveness and emotional impact, my judgement of which is obviously highly subjective and also correct.
Under the cut because this got ummm unbelievably, ridiculously long.
10. The House of Getty (episode 1)
Sorry Danny Boyle and Simon Beaufoy, the pilot is my least favorite episode. Still think it was the wrong choice to open with a flashy (and, I can tell, expensive) sequence showcasing the death of a character we literally never see again. And, look, Iām an impatient viewer. If I donāt get someone to root for/emotionally identify with/otherwise catch my interest early on in a narrative, Iāll tune out. And Old Paul is not only unlikeable--far from a mortal sin in dramatic storytelling--heās boring. I donāt care about any of his rich people problems, and Iām not the kind of viewer who can be kept engaged just by hating someone and watching them be terrible.
Some of the secondary characters in the Getty household do have interesting plotlines, but we donāt get to learn very much about them in the first episode. And I do think things get interesting once Little Paul shows up (although I maintain that the whole episode is more interesting if we understand what the stakes are for Paul getting the money), but if I had started watching this show with no context I wouldnāt have made it past Old Paulās pre-coital erotica listening routine.
If this had been anything other than the first episode I might not have ranked it last, but extra penalty points for leading with your least interesting characters.
9. Lone Star (episode 2)
This episode is, I think, saddled by the fact that it has to do a lot of heavy lifting in terms of exposition and setup. It mostly works because Chace is an entertaining narrator, and once we get to Italy with Gail I think things zip along at a pretty good pace. Opens with an attempted rape to show how Bad the Bad Guys are, which is...not my favorite trope.
Once again, I think a lot of the information in this episode would have worked better if episode 3 had been episode 1. (Weād already know who Berto was when Chace meets him; weād already know about the box of guns in the apartment; weād know when certain characters are lying.) This whole show runs on the suspense of the audience being the only party who knows whatās going on with all the characters at once; I think trading mystery for suspense here was the wrong move. I also canāt help thinking there was pressure to front-load the well-known American actors in the beginning of the show at the expense of the strongest narrative choices.
Imo the best thing about this episode is the sort of...multiple competing images of Paul that emerge. His mom sees him as an innocent victim who couldnāt possibly have planned any of this. Chace sees him as a spoiled rich kid trying to swindle his granddad. Neither one of them has the complete truth.
Next we get into some episodes that are certainly not bad, but their greatness is more on the level of some banginā individual scenes than a whole package.
8. John, Chapter 11 (episode 6)
Again, this isnāt a bad episode. The main reason I put it near the end of the list is that the first time through I got sort of impatient during the first half. We, the audience, by virtue of our extra-textual knowledge, know that Paul canāt be dead, and we spend about half the episode before we know what really happened to him, which felt a bit too long to me.
This episode does have some fantastic individual scenes including: Leo talking Primo down in the farmhouse, Leo and Paulās conversation about Angeloās death, Gail being an absolute badass, and the meeting between Salvatore and Old Paul. A lot of these scenes are essential on a thematic level, but I donāt think the episode as a whole is the most streamlined.
7. Consequences (episode 10)
I debated for a while where to put this episode because the overall feeling of 57 Chekovās guns going off in the space of one episode is SO satisfying, and the resolutions of some of the individual plotlines are delicious. Ultimately I would have liked more space for Paul and Gail and less Old Paul being grumpy about his substitute child museumās mediocrity (although the scene with the bad reviews is hilarious). Once again I feel like the show creators felt they had to pull the focus back to Old Paul to wrap things up and I just. donāt care.
That being said. The resolution of Primoās storyline? SO SATISFYING. And tbh I donāt dislike the scenes that exist with Paul and Gail; even the happy scenes have this poignant tone to them. I think they were trying to deal with the fact that his irl story is just...incredibly fucking tragic, and you can see a bit of the strain showing.
6. Kodachrome (episode 7)
I know episode 7 is not one of your personal favorites, but itās the one where I think jumping between multiple plotlines/sets of characters is used to the most satisfying dramatic effect. It has this sense of dramatic irony that feels like some Shakespearean family tragedy. The whole episode, we are hoping that Paul Jr. will finally do the thing we want him to do, which is stand up to his father. And he does it--but at the absolute worst, most selfish and destructive moment possible.
Paul Jr. may be the literal worst, but I do have compassion for him in the flashbacks, mostly because it seems painfully apparent that no matter what he does, he will never be able to please his father. But he doesnāt seem to realize this, and he keeps trying, even as itās destroying him and his relationship with his family. Credit to Michael Esper for his performance for making me feel a smidgen of compassion for this bastard.
I think the other thing this episode shows is how both of Paulās parents keep putting him, a child, into roles and circumstances that he shouldnāt really be in. Heās wandering around through what seem like very much adult environments with his dad and Talitha in Morocco. In the Trust version of events heās there when Talitha ODs and is the one trying to revive her while his dad is having a breakdown in the corner. Gail seems like the more responsible parent but thereās something about her bringing Paul as her ādateā on a night out, and the understanding that this is a thing that happens regularly...to me the disturbing part is not so much bringing a young kid to a party with adults but the unspoken expectation that Little Paul will fill the void of companionship that his father has left empty. (Gettys expecting Little Paul to step in to cover for the failings of his father is a repeated theme, and it even plays into the ear thing. His family has failed to pay the ransom, so this is now a problem he has to solve himself.) Combine this all with Leonardo going, um, excuse me but what the actual fuck is wrong with your family? and I think it makes a very effective episode. And the last couple minutes had me yelling NOOOOOOOO GODDAMMIT because you can see whatās going to happen and youāre just watching it unfolding like a car wreck. Also has one of my hands-down favorite scenes, of Paul and Primo in the car waiting for the ransom.
5. White Car in a Snowstorm (episode 9)
The ~ D R A M A !!! ~ This episode is an opera. I mean this whole show is dramatique but episode 9 really leans into the vivid imagery--that snowy highway in the mountains above the sea, the all-white ransom exchange, Paul clinging to the pole at the shuttered Getty gas station, some Very Serious Mobsters throwing the ransom money around like idiots in a moment where youāre encouraged to be happy along with them.
This is also one of my favorite episodes for Primo and for Primo and Paulās weird sometimes-alliance. Primo walking away from Salvatore to go tell Paul āthey always pay in the endā? Primo and Paul teaming up to argue with Salvatore about why Paul shouldnāt die? Primo being all threateny to the doctor treating Paul because somewhere deep down he is worried (thatās my take and youāll never convince me otherwise)? Primo dressing up to fake-scab on a postal strike in order to find a misplaced severed ear? All gold.
Fun fact: the letter Gail writes to President Nixon did happen in real life, but as far as I can tell the phone call did not. The real details of who convinced Old Paul to finally pay (some) of the ransom are considerably less cinematic. Theyāre the same amount of sexist though!
Ok now we are getting to the top tier...
4. Thatās All Folks! (episode 4)
This is definitely the episode that took me from āok this is funā to āoh holy shit Iām invested now.ā Itās the episode where we get introduced to most of the Calabrian characters and their world. Itās also the episode where we start to realize that Primo is not just a fun antagonist but is really a parallel protagonist to Little Paul, with his own set of relationships and motivations that we start to see from his POV. (Iād argue that, with the exception of his very first scene, weāve mostly seen Primo through other charactersā gaze up until episode 4, and this is the point where we start watching him as like, the character whose pursuit of a goal weāre following over the course of the scene.)
This episode ranks high for capturing so much of the weird mix of tones that makes Trust work. It can be very funny. (I never fail to fuckin lose it when Fifty is on the phone with Gail the first time and when heās talking to the thoroughly unimpressed newspaper switchboard operator.) It has this weird unexpected intimacy between characters you wouldnāt think would connect with each other. (Primo and Paul, Paul and Angelo; in retrospect the arc of the relationship between Primo and Leo gets started in that scene in Salvatoreās kitchen.) And it has one of the showās absolute best record-scratch tone shifts when Primo gets the ransom offer. I remember saying āoh FUCKā out loud the first time I watched the end of that episode, when Primo comes back to the house, visibly drunk and clearly furious. Weāve seen him be violent plenty before now in the show, but always in a controlled, calculated way. This is the first time we see his potential for out-of-control rage-fueled violence and heās terrifying!
3. La Dolce Vita (episode 3)
I stand by my claimĀ that this episode (with a few minor continuity adjustments) should have been the pilot. Can you imagine a title card thatās like āRome 1973ā and then away we go with Paul snorting coke and taking racy photos and jumping on cops and fucking his girlfriend in what is definitely not proper museum etiquette, and then the smash cut to Primo intimidating and robbing and murdering people? And thatās the opening of the whole show? And youāre like how are these characters connected and then they meet each other and itās the fucking sunflower field scene??
Anyway aside from the fact that I think knowing the information in this episode would have made episodes 1 and 2 more interesting...itās just a great fucking episode. Itās kinetic and propulsive and funny and tense and violent and features Primoās sniper skills and his ass in those cornflower blue trousers. I rest my case.
2. Silenzio (episode 5)
Iāll be honest, I went back and forth on the top two a bunch. Silenzio is definitely my personal favorite episode, and Iād argue that itās the best written, in terms of what it accomplishes narratively, which is to keep you emotionally invested in both Paul and Angelo trying to escape with their lives, and Primo and Leonardo hunting them down. Thatās so fucking hard!! And yes some of it is great acting but it starts from the foundation of the writing. Itās just such a perfect little self-contained horror movie, and it has this profound sense of fatalism to it, because you know from the beginning (if only by virtue of only being halfway through the series) that Paul is not going to escape, and you sort of know that there is only one way this will end for Angelo. And yet they escape by the skin of their teeth so! many! times!
Itās also the episode where you see how much power the āNdrangheta has over peopleās lives in this community: Salvatore is like God, calling his servants to him with the church bells. Combine that with the visuals of two characters running for their lives mostly on foot through this unforgiving landscape, and you really get the sense of this environment as a harsh place where most people have a very constrained set of choices, and the claustrophobia of that. You get the sense in this episode that everyone is trapped in these expectations of violence and duty and honor. Angelo did what anyone with compassion would do, and saved Paul from what seemed like certain death, and heās doomed for it. At the same time Primo is doing exactly what anyone would expect him to do in response to a subordinate who disobeyed him. In some ways the end of the episode feels inevitable, unsurprising, and yet they do SUCH a good job of winding up the tension until the literal last seconds of the episode, and then releasing it with a big dramatic bang. Itās so good!!
1. In the Name of the Father (episode 8)
Ok Iāll be honest the ONLY reason In the Name of the Father edged out Silenzio for the top spot is that it is really clear they pulled out all the stops in terms of making this episode feel extra heightened in a show where everything is already heightened. Like, the cinematography is different? They still use handheld a lot but I swear there are more still shots and more extreme, editorial camera angles like that shot of Francesco looking upward in church where the camera is looking down from above him. I canāt tell if they actually tweaked the color grading or if the bright white and blood red just stand out against the Calabrian color palette which is mostly earth tones, browns and greens and blues.
There are just. So many layers to this episode. The imagery! The literal sacrificial lamb at the beginning, Francesco being guided by Leonardo through an act of violence against an animal, something that Iām sure they donāt even see as violence but just part of farm life, part of survival and in this case part of a celebration, but something that fathers teach their sons how to do as part of becoming a man in this world. Paul as the metaphorical sacrificial lamb later, drawing parallels to Jesus (the lamb of God), Isaac (a father sacrificing his son), any number of martyred saints, pick your Catholic imagery. The blood of the lamb on the tree stump and Paulās blood on the stone. The communion wafer (the body and blood of Christ) and Francesco at the end with Paulās blood and a literal piece of his body held in his hands the same way.
And then there is like, the suspense of watching everyone marking time through the steps of this community ritual thatās supposed to be a joyful, communal celebration, while we know that there is a secret ticking away under the surface. The slow unfolding of the lie told to one person spreading to everyone in the village, and then the knowledge that Salvatore knows spreading to all the people whoāll be in trouble for that. The relationship arcs between the main Calabrian characters...not resolving, but sliding into place for the final act. Primo finally being done with Salvatore. Primo and Leoās alliance being cemented and Leo physically stepping between Primo and Salvatore, to protect Primo. (No one ever protects Primo!! Still not over it!!!!) The confirmation celebration as a mirror of the Getty party in episode 1, the parallels drawn between the 3 Pauls and Salvatore-Primo-Francesco and how Primo reacts to being passed over as heir vs. how Paul Jr. reacts. Little Paul having two whole minutes of screen time and managing to break your heart with them. Regina! Just...Reginaās whole everything. The music going all-instrumental for an episode and having this haunting, dreamlike but still tense quality to it. And the fact that we never cut away from Calabria to another plotline gives the whole episode this hypnotic, all-encompassing quality. Itās just. SO GOOD!!!!
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