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troglobite · 2 years ago

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okay calmer but also kind of extensive but hopefully not THAT extensive Thoughts abt t/d l/sso

we are well into s2 now in our rewatch

we watched a few eps tonight

and we ended w the ep where we have ted finally talking to the doc, and crucially, where trent runs into ted at the crown and anchor.

okay. so.

thoughts & observations in no particular order, but a lot calmer now that i'm not screaming and ranting (literally) and kicking walls (almost literally) and dripping sweat bc i'm so worked up abt everything (unfortunately also literally, not an exaggeration)

okay so first of all, nate's treatment of colin in these eps makes me 100 times angrier knowing now what we do abt colin. devastating.

also, though?

when nate insults him, after colin comes in to check w him and see if he's done anything wrong to annoy him, nate says "jamie and dani are like picasso and gauguin" and colin responds "...pedophiles?"

this. is actually so fucking important?

nate, aggressively straight and domineering here, uses this comparison favorably.

colin, timid and gay, calls out these straight artists for what they are: fucking creeps.

A GAY MAN GOT TO CALL OUT STRAIGHT MEN FOR BEING NASTY FUCKING CREEPS.

THAT IS REALLY SUBTLE AND REALLY FUCKING IMPORTANT.

and it's also such a great way for him to accidentally completely undermine nate's point.

that is. fucking incredible writing.

additionally, idr when it was, but roy calls colin a chameleon, right? not in the eps we just watched, but at some point.

colin coming into nate's office--i think will? or someone? bumps into him "sorry i didn't see you" "camouflage!" lol

haha funny

except.

as others have pointed out, colin blends in.

he is literally in the closet. that is literally his hope and goal and purpose. to blend in. to fit in. to fade into the background a bit.

he says to trent in amsterdam, "i don't wanna be a spokesperson."

and here nate is, saying he's not an artist. his work doesn't hang in museums. it hands in a holiday inn. covering up a bloodstain.

that is such a painful way to describe what colin is doing.

and it's not that he's not himself! we ALSO see him go out w the team, sitting between isaac and sam, singing all the words to a song they didn't expect him to know! he has friends, he is himself.

but as he says to trent (and as he's told doctor sharon), he can't combine his two lives into one.

no matter how much they're friends, he's not entirely himself with them, bc he can't be. or he's afraid to be--and justifiably so.

ALSO.

colin is the only one we see repeatedly talking to doctor sharon. they genuinely were setting that up. "i am a strong and capable man." i love him dearly.

but anyway--

my point is. all of this stuff abt how colin blends in. he fades into the background. he's not important. they all lose their minds when zava leaves, and colin's the one that he replaced. and with zava gone, colin's back on the pitch, and everyone criticizes the choice.

it's. so frustrating! and hurtful!

and all of this shit abt him blending in and how he doesn't want to stand out or be a spokesperson.

and i just think. ....maybe it would be good for him to stand out. to shine. to get positive attention. he doesn't have to be a spokesperson. but he deserves....something.

anyway the only other person we see talking to and abt the doc is ted.

the team really appreciates her. she sees the entire team early on. but ongoing? it's mostly colin. and ted.

[stares]

additionally, i was very excited to see trent at the crown and anchor, bc i hadn't realized at all that he was on a date, as several people have presumed.

and i was like "oh i wanna see! i wonder if he is! who's the guy?"

well turns out is a fucking clone of ted but with glasses and stripes.

the scene plays out like this

ted alone at the bar

mae says

"if music be the food of love, give me excess of it" (which does skip the "play on" part)

those are the opening lines of twelfth night.

a play in which orsino, the man who speaks those lines, thinks he's in love with this one woman, but then a different woman comes to him in the disguise of a man, and whoops they fall in love instead. (this is, without a doubt, the most bisexual play in shakespeare's canon. and that's saying something.)

then they hard cut to trent about to leave the bar, but he spots ted, pauses, and turns to his date and says oh sorry i'll just be a second, i'll be right out.

i paused to look at this man.

notable mustache (made so prominent that it was the first thing i noticed abt him--it's literally a styled handlebar mustache)

same exact parting of his hair as ted, and beginning to bald in the same ways

a collared shirt which is worn

underneath a light sweater

the only difference? his glasses.

and then trent walks over

"of all the pubs in the world!"

[stares]

also, trent?

trent's wearing what he always wears: a band t-shirt. literally such a notable detail of his outfits whenever he shows up that it's how ppl identify and talk abt him.

"if MUSIC be the food of love, give me excess of it"

[stares even more]

we also get jamie and roy interactions that are Delicious.

oh wait actually i do want to return to colin real quick.

beard hears what nate says to colin and tells him to apologize because it was "weird and personal"

[STARES]

nate does apologize

but as he's doing it, the team joins in to describe him w insults in order to convey what it was he was being to colin. a dick, an asshole, a cock, a....something butterfly, idr, that last one was dani. lol

but this includes isaac, jamie, dani, and....i wanna say zoureaux/van damme. idr.

but it's just. colin told them what nate said.

and they backed him up.

and then when colin forgave him, they ALL forgave him.

god. i just. i want colin to be okay. idk what i want this show to do w his storyline, but i just want him to be okay. i have to believe he will be. the team truly love each other.

also detail: i haven't forgotten that HIGGINS suggested the problem was ted and that they should look into getting different players. they got zava, that was a winning streak but a Problem.

and then ted came up with total football on his own, and now, bc of the lasso way, it's WORKING. and that's ted.

i LOVE this.

okay back to roy and jamie.

we just saw in s3's latest ep that jamie was UPSET abt not being able to switch roles w someone else! he WANTED to learn and have fun! he was sad and disappointed that he couldn't be trained and included in the same way. :(

that's such incredible growth. as others have pointed out, in s1 he says, "coach, i'm me. why would i wanna be anything else?"

TO HAVE FUN! TO CONNECT W YOUR TEAMMATES! TO LEARN! TO GROW!!!!!

i love this FUCKING show. it is SO IMPECCABLY WRITTEN!!!!

so back here in s2 where we are, jamie wants roy to coach him, bc roy refuses to. he's begging. he'll do anything roy wants, he just wants to be coached. and he's right! it's unfair! (and roy hilariously says to dock his pay by 4% since he's not technically coaching the whole team lol)

which is a GREAT fucking set up for s3 when jamie wants to be better than zava, and ROY OFFERS TO COACH HIM ON HIS OWN AT 4 AM. EVERY DAY. (and as others have pointed out, he notes that 4 am is the time when ppl are least expecting anything and therefore easiest to take by surprise. lol)

an INCREDIBLE turnaround for him, as well. OFFERING to coach jamie, bc now he sees that jamie MEANS IT! he's committed!

they're genuinely growing closer and i love it. it's so sweet.

ALSO there was a callback to this s2 ep in the latest s3 ep!

i had totally forgotten abt it

but roy's coaching advice is that jamie is too nice and timid of a player now, when what would help them win more is him being a prick, again. "so i can go back to being a prick?" "no, only sometimes."

how will he know? he'll get a signal.

what's the signal?

flipping him off, giving him the middle finger. lol

that never comes up again--

UNTIL

THIS LATEST EPISODE.

where jamie has Thoughts abt total football and the team's performance, and he says "yeah i have some thoughts but i don't wanna sound like a prick"

so everyone--starting w colin possibly???--flips him off, TELLING HIM TO BE A PRICK. GIVING HIM PERMISSION.

i had FORGOTTEN abt that in s2!!! in context in s3 while having forgotten the original source of flipping him off, it just read as funny to me, like they were insulting him and implicitly offering him permission.

but no, that's their signal: jamie, go ahead and be a prick, it'll help us win/do better.

I LOVE THAT.

other things i loved abt roy and jamie in these s2 eps

we get the ep where keeley Loses Her Fucking Mind bc roy is unknowingly being overbearing and clingy.

I MAINTAIN THAT SHE SHOULD'VE APOLOGIZED FOR SCREAMING AT HIM AND NOT JUST TELLING HIM IMMEDIATELY.

as an autistic with extreme trauma around that kind of shit, she SHOULD HAVE APOLOGIZED. one of the few things i think the show Got Wrong.

the rest of the resolution was great, though. and roy expresses his feelings very well.

HOWEVER

it's jamie who incidentally offers the perspective he needs to figure out his relationship w keeley. lol

"all due respect, coach, but that's not what he needs from me. what he needs is for me to give him space."

and then of course the iconic

".........FUCK!" and storm off. lol

but i love that! legitimately, all those roy/jamie truthers out there, i mean, I FUCKING GET IT! I SEE IT!

THEY PUT ROY IN A FUCKING RICKSHAW WITH PRIDE FLAGS AND RAINBOWS ALL OVER IT WHILE A LOVE SONG PLAYED AND THEN HE RETURNED TO TED QUOTING EVEN MORE ROMCOMS AT HIM

like i'm fucking sorry. REALLY???

and then jamie always being there for roy w relationship woes. like REPEATEDLY.

and jamie being mature abt his feelings for keeley

jamie being there to comfort roy when they broke up

i'm just

[STARES]

it truly is wonderful and compelling.

also i am still hung up on trent talking abt the 3 things and wondering what the fourth thing is, and then telling ted--like a dork--that the fourth thing doesn't matter, bc the lasso way has all been leading up to this total football thing and they'll perfect it.

and of course it's also abt his book, bc that's the clarity and overenthusiastic rambling of a writer going OH MY FUCKING GOD FINALLY I KNOW WHAT MY CORE THESIS IS lol

and i'm truly. TRULY.

entirely hung up

on them walking onto the pitch for training

the three of them (coaches) pass by trent on the sidelines

and ONLY TED

says

"hi, trent"

to which he responds

"hi, ted"

also at the crown and anchor, after the quote from twelfth night that introduces trent who was on a date with a man who looked exactly fucking like ted, at the end of their exchange, trent says, "love our chats"

I'M SURE YOU DO, BUD.

I'M SURE YOU FUCKING DO

like here's the thing.

ted mentioned being straight exactly ONCE in the ENTIRE show.

now--that would be nothing, normally! a statement of something that is already presumed!

but.

it was in the context of--oh my fucking god i'm going to lose my fucking mind i just realized

okay not only was it in the context of--like okay hang on.

the whole speech he gives is about how he settled on his mustache.

he says

"as a straight white male in kansas and in sports and who's afraid of needles, my modes of expressing individuality were limited"

he mentions being straight as a fucking prison

not as a casual thing, but as a LIMITATION ON THE AVAILABLE WAYS FOR HIM TO EXPRESS HIMSELF.

the story continues--he chose some rancid facial hair, thought it looked great, but then beard said, and i quote, "it looks like you just ate bigfoot's ass"

and roy says "more like ass-squatch. i hate what you've done to me."

eating.........ass............OKAY THEN. in the same ep where beard talks abt how jane wants to try pegging. alsdkfj alsdkjfljdsklf

ANYWAY.

he concludes this tale by explaining WHY he's been talking abt it.

"sometimes the right answer is hidden underneath a few other things."

something to that effect.

basically, the truth and the right choice and what will work is hiding behind various layers of other things that you have to get through first.

THAT'S what he says in the same story where he OPENS by saying he's STRAIGHT and that HETEROSEXUALITY IS A PRISON?!!?

here's where i am with everything

i spent 2 seasons subconsciously ignoring all of the queer stuff bc i fully was like "there's no way this show would actually do that."

i have been burned and queerbaited too many times in my life.

i am now firmly in the camp of "that bitch gay" said for fun at various shows, and sometimes they go there, but most of the time, they don't.

and i just enjoyed ted lasso so much that i didn't even say anything.

until season 3.

where on the second or third episode, i literally said "i think ted and trent should end up together."

i had no proof.

i just liked The Vibes.

and i was like "haha wouldn't that be fun."

and then the show said

HEY GUESS WHAT EVERYONE'S FUCKING QUEER ALSDKJFALSDKJFALSKDJ

so now i am retroactively losing my fucking mind.

this show has a "throwaway" line in one episode that then comes up FIFTEEN EPISODES AND ONE FULL SEASON LATER.

their commitment to the bit is INCREDIBLE. the episode "rainbow"--

they have an episode all about romcoms. quoting as many as possible. the framing of the episode's entire plot is like a romcom. all of it. and they chose to call it rainbow and make the song, which is emblematic of the episode, is she's like a rainbow.

and in that episode, ted says "things will always work out in the end. not in the way you expect or want, but it'll always work out."

AND I AM JUST !!!!!

like their signal to jamie being flipping the bird. keeley and rebecca and "i'm going to reapply my lipliner". the boxes that nate makes with his niece (who we've finally met!).

like ALL of that matters! all of that comes back around!!!

all of these details are relevant and matter, and EVERYTHING is deliberate.

colin wearing camo and joking that that's why someone literally didn't see him. colin, a gay man, being the one to call out straight men for being fucking creeps.

NOTHING IS ON ACCIDENT IN THIS SHOW.

and so i just.......

the most bisexual shakespeare play is quoted AT ted.

it references music.

trent, notorious band t-shirt wearer, then walks up.

he leaves his date, a man who looks exactly like ted but just slightly to the left, to talk to ted.

ted lies to him abt his problems.

and trent says

"love our chats"

ted REPEATEDLY comments on the beauty and appearances of MULTIPLE men in the show.

the rainbow episode features him quoting romcoms at the whole team, but MAINLY roy--who ends up in a rainbow-covered rickshaw to carry out the romcom ending of rushing to the airport (stadium) to declare his love (that he agrees to coach).

ted's only reference to being straight is in a NEGATIVE light.

additionally, we got a couple other small things.

keeley mentions that jane (i genuinely think y'all are right that jane and jack are sisters) once followed her home to ask if beard and ted were shagging.

beard is VERY sex positive and unabashed abt all of that stuff.

he tells nate to not be "weird and personal" abt insulting colin, and to apologize to him.

nate and beard previously teamed up in s1 to talk to ted--and ted says, "are y'all here to tell me you're in a relationship?" and then says something abt being an ally, and beard looks annoyed (they were talking abt needing to bench roy)

in the latest s3 ep, ted says to roy

"look at that head'a hair. god had to take it away to make things fair."

y'know who else has a great head of hair?

trent.

y'know who's in the room that the camera keeps dramatically cutting to for reaction shots?

trent.

y'know what roy says to ted after this?

a grunt of agreement.

jamie literally teaches roy how to ride a bike. they commiserate over keeley and their various familial relationships.

also small thing but i DID notice that we NEVER see where roy lives.

he's either at his sister's place or keeley's. we literally don't know where he lives.

we even know where JAMIE lives, ffs.

and briefly, where beard lives. where rebecca lives. we've even seen dani's bedroom (briefly, after a nightmare abt earl the dog).

but we have literally never seen where roy lives.

and given the fact that he's still so Angry all the time. ....i just find it interesting. is that part of his growth?

also him being "clingy" w keeley--he's so attentive and loving.

and yet HE broke up w her.

and rebecca says to him, "she's going to see someone who thinks they deserve her."

implying roy thinks he doesn't deserve her.

and legitimately--like--roy also says he doesn't have nate's genius football acumen or whatever.

i really think he's battling his insecurity.

and jamie helps him w it, teaching him how to ride a bike, and letting him see a windmill.

roy doesn't like allowing weakness. or vulnerability. he HATED crying at his press conference announcing his retirement.

and i just.............

[stares]

idfk, man.

this show is fucking incredible. everything is so tightly, carefully written.

i still can't get over the fact that everyone saw ted react to colin and michael kissing in an alleyway and immediately went

"that's an older gay having That Reaction"

and it WAS.

and then MORE THAN THAT

that trent has said NOTHING abt it. "for months", as he put it.

and we were like

"well yeah, he's queer. you don't betray one of your own like that."

and what reason does he offer to colin for not outing him?

EXACTLY FUCKING THAT.

it just felt like being seen in such a real way. such a small thing but so genuinely fucking wonderful.

i previously just really enjoyed this show. i cried, i got invested. it was v nice!

but now my entire person is CONSUMED by this show because they MADE IT FUCKING GAY.

and it HAS BEEN GAY SINCE THE BEGINNING.

i just didn't allow myself to believe, to see.

EVEN NOW! I CAN'T SEE IT, SOMETIMES!

will was at that jazz club w higgins in amsterdam, and he's looking over at that couple making out.

and i'm like "ew why is he staring at that woman?"

HE WASN'T JUST STARING AT HER, HE WAS STARING AT HER AND HER BOYFRIEND

HE HAD A FUCKING THREESOME

like i'm just.

even now, i'm assuming things are straight.

fucking absurd. THE ABSURDITY OF IT ALL!!!

so, do i actually think ted might be queer? possibly! if it is true/canon, i think it'll be a late game reveal that sort of leaves implications for his future wide open.

do i think ted and trent will end up together? probably not. i still firmly think that ted ends up romantically alone or open at the end.

but i DO think that it'll come out that trent is fucking in love with ted. or at least deeply enamored with him. there's no other way that fucking plays out.

do i think that roy and/or jamie will come out? possibly! they've laid it on really thick w roy. i can see that happening. and yet still the majority of me is like "that's not fucking happening. there's no way they have more than one of the teammates and coaches be queer. no way." and yet!

and re: jamie, there's less implying that he's queer, i'll say that.

the only thing there really is is his relationship w roy.

do i think that THEY will end up together? probably not, but tbh, who fucking knows? i genuinely think the roy/keeley/jamie shippers ARE ONTO SOMETHING.

i now have no idea how far this show will go wrt queer rep. i just don't.

but like. .....

rebecca is For Sure straight. the way she talks abt men and women, she's straight.

same w higgins--though i would be money he had an experimental phase.

many of the team's players are definitely straight.

i think beard is straight but may have......strayed. not much, though, if he's unsure abt pegging.

nate is DEFINITELY straight.

and like--

all of these characters have said things in a casual, non-performative way to like, confirm their heterosexuality.

.....nobody else really has.

jamie hasn't. since s1 and the v beginning of s2, he's completely moved on from relationships.

there was keeley and then bex (which !!!!), and then one woman he slept w casually. then the dating reality show where he only slept with certain women as part of a strategy to win the reality show.

and ever since then? literally nothing.

roy hasn't. his reaction to keeley having a girlfriend is really calm. he mostly seems sad that she's moved on, and he's having complicated feelings abt it. but it's not the fact that she's bisexual--the way he and jamie react to that news seems to imply that they knew she was bisexual. which!!! to be fair!!! if i hadn't been afraid to believe in the queerness of certain characters, i ALSO would've known!

otherwise, roy has been really sensitive, kind, clingy, dorky and goofy, and fiercely protective of himself and others. and hasn't really otherwise said much abt anything re: other women. keeley is the only one we've really seen and heard abt.

there WAS phoebe's teacher. i think we were meant to get a hint of it when he walks into his office and sees a card from liza or something? but like. .....that's it.

ted hasn't. i know, he says "as a straight white male" in this latest ep. and he previously in s1 calls himself an ally. but. ......[stares] in context, those things don't necessarily confirm much. the amount that he compliments other men. NOW! TO BE CLEAR! he is v much not there for toxic masculinity (toxic positivity, yes, sometimes, but not masculinity). this could v much just be him being comfortable complimenting other men bc that's how he operates.

it just seems. Interesting. all of the things that he says, that are said to him, about him, around him. and the framing of certain things. and him saying straight was not in a "hi, i'm straight!"--it was in the way where........it feels relevant to his social standing, and not who he is, bc the things he lists and the environment he was in were literally limiting his ability to express himself.

and btw, the moment that beard tells him that his facial hair looks bad, like he just ate bigfoot's ass?

RIGHT BEFORE HE WALKS DOWN THE AISLE TO GET MARRIED.

that just.

that seems deliberate.

yes, we've mainly seen ted w women. absolutely. but, to me, the things he's said and done.........aren't really confirmation that we can or should rule out bisexuality. which is. WILD, to me.

anyway.

point being, idk how far the show will go. idk what's in store for the characters.

i know that next week's ep includes a "leak" that has implications for keeley.

i don't think it'll be abt her relationship. if it is, it'll be some shitty information abt jack.

but she's the PR manager for the team, still.

i worry that it'll be abt colin.

could be abt roy? idfk.

but i'm just.

i am along for this ride.

this show is so well fucking done i can't imagine NOT using it in classes to teach incredible screenwriting, and incredible visual storytelling. just absolutely amazing.

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tomeandflickcorner · 4 years ago

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Episode Review- The Real Ghostbusters: Boo-Dunit

Now, this was a good episode! In fact, I’d even include it on a list of the best episodes to show someone who isn’t already familiar to the Ghostbusters franchise.

It begins on a dark and stormy night (and I won’t apologize for using that cliché opening). A large group of people have gathered at some mansion, for the Reading of the Will. Apparently, an old woman named Agatha Grisley (an obvious parody of Agatha Christie) has recently passed away. Agatha Grisley’s lawyer, Mr. Kingsford, soon arrives at the mansion and, after informing the butler that old Agatha hadn’t left him anything, he proceeds into the study where Agatha’s surviving family and friends are waiting. But as Mr. Kingsford opens his briefcase and starts to take out the copy of Agatha’s will, a large fencing foil appears out of nowhere, landing point first onto the document. Mr. Kingsford is quick to toss the fencing foil aside, but the moment he does so, a dagger appears in its place.

We then cut to the Firehouse, where the Ghostbusters are in the middle of watching some murder mystery program on TV while sharing a pizza. Winston is able to correctly guess the identity of the killer as Larry the Plumber seconds before the official reveal. It turns out that Winston is a huge mystery story aficionado and is a real pro at figuring out mysteries. Though the others are less than pleased by this, as Winston’s talent kinda takes the joy of discovery out of things for them. Before more could be said, the alarm bell starts ringing, indicating they’ve received a call. So they head off into the night, with Janine apparently handing each of them a copy of the night’s worksheet. (Wouldn’t a single worksheet suffice? Why does Janine hand out four of them?) As the Ghostbusters are en route to their destination, it’s revealed that they’ve been called out to Agatha Grisley’s mansion, obviously because of what went down during the Reading of the Will. This news particularly excites Winston, as Agatha Grisley wrote the best mystery novels, since her stories were the hardest to figure out.

Upon reaching the Grisley Mansion, Winston volunteers to ring the doorbell, given his admiration for Agatha’s books. When he rings the doorbell, a dagger suddenly whips by them, embedding itself into the front door. Rather than be shaken by this, Winton gets even more ecstatic, as something very similar happened in the twelfth chapter of Murder on the Hoboken Express (a reference to Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express). Egon notes that he’s definitely picking up strong reading on his P.K.E. Meter. The Ghostbusters are soon let into the Grisley Mansion and proceed to the study where Mr. Kingsford is waiting for them. He demonstrates for them how swords are continually being launched at Agatha’s will, no matter how many times they’re removed. And there’s a pretty sizable pile of bladed weapons behind him to emphasize that point. And that’s not all. Objects are also floating into the air, guns have materialized out of nowhere and ghostly figures have also been appearing at random intervals. As Peter assures Mr. Kingsford that they’ll get to the bottom of things, a trapdoor randomly opens up beneath him, resulting in Peter falling down into the basement below, while miraculously managing to avoid breaking his leg.

When Winston, Ray and Egon join Peter in the basement, they find that the place has been filled with a wide assortment of torture and execution equipment, from the guillotine to the rack. An exited Winston realizes that this is the room where Agatha wrote her famous mystery stories. And then, he and Ray somehow manage to get thrown onto some of the torture devices that had been stored down there.

Okay, first of all, how exactly did Ray and Winston manage to get themselves caught in the torture devices like that? The episode doesn’t give us any indication. It just cuts to them being stuck in their predicaments. Secondly, why exactly would Agatha Grisley have those things in her basement in the first place? Was this just meant to indicate how dedicated she was to making her stories realistic? If that was the case, does that mean she actually tested these things out on actual people? Was Agatha actually a sociopath when she was alive? Or am I just reading too much into this?

Anyway, once they manage to free Ray and Winston, the Ghostbusters investigate Agatha’s writing desk. When Peter opens up a drawer, he unwittingly triggers a booby trap of some sort, with an axe-wielding suit of armor appearing behind a secret passageway. The axe falls, just narrowly missing Peter but chopping off a large chunk of the writing desk. This results in them finding a manuscript for an unpublished Grisley novel called Raoul’s Revenge. Egon quickly notices that the manuscript was never finished. Ray speculates that the paranormal activity in the Grisley Mansion might have resulted from Agatha’s unwillingness to move on and be at rest until her last novel is finished, with the killer named. With that information, the Ghostbusters conclude that perhaps Agatha’s ghost is wanting them to help write the ending to Raoul’s Revenge. And so, a plan is devised. While Winston reads through the portion of the book that had already been written, Peter, Egon and Ray will explore the mansion to gather clues from the ghostly activity going on. (Thankfully, the pages that Peter ends up damaging while using them to test the sharpness of the axe didn’t appear to be that important, as the episode never brings them up again.)

This plan is soon put into action. First, Ray and Mr. Kingsford enter the parlor, where the ghostly images of the Frenchman called Raoul and the beautiful Debbie appear. Raoul is trying convince Debbie to run away with him, but Debbie is reluctant since she pledged her heart to another man. In the blink of an eye, Debbie’s muscular fiancée, Jean, maternities in the room and confronts them, accusing Debbie of cheating on him. Unfortunately, Ray and Mr. Kingsford don’t see much more, as they end up falling through a hole that forms in the floor when Jean begins waving around the flail he just happened to have. They end up landing at Winston’s feet, with Ray asking Winston to read the manuscript a bit quicker.

Meanwhile, Egon stumbles across another ghostly scene from Raoul’s Revenge. In this scene, Debbie has died after drinking some milk that had been poisoned with cyanide, with a devastated Raoul standing vigil at her bedside. From the sound of it, Raoul is pinning the murder on Jean. Unfortunately, Egon, upon hearing Raoul state he has a bad case of indigestion, suggests he drink some milk, unthinkingly passing him the cyanide-laced milk. The Doctor character manages to slap the poisoned milk out of Raoul’s hands, but this leads to Raoul accusing Egon of trying to kill him, and he points a cartoonishly large gun at him in response. (Seriously, Egon! I know your socialization skills aren’t always up to snuff, but that was incredibly dense.) Fortunately, Egon manages to avoid harm when he falls through the hole that formed when the cyanide-laced milk hit the floor. Like with Ray, Egon urges Winston to read faster.

As for Peter, he ends up in the kitchen. After raiding the fridge (while commenting on how there might be a ghost in there as it wouldn’t be the first time, making a nice callback to the movie), the ghostly image of a chef appears. This is the final character from Raoul’s Revenge. The Chef instructs Peter to dice vegetables, as he’s making stew that night. He then begins to tenderize some meat with his bare fists. (Was this guy ever on Regular Ordinary Swedish Meal Time?) After Peter makes a few jokes towards the Chef, the images of Debbie’s body and a sobbing Raoul also appear in the kitchen. Moments later, Egon appears on the scene. He was chased there by Jean, who is carrying a very large bazooka. Ray and Mr. Kingsford join them soon afterwards, so now everyone is gathered in the Kitchen. Except for Winston, who is still reading the manuscript.

Jean proceeds to accuse Raoul of murdering Debbie in a fit of anger over how Debbie always laughed at his car. Raoul, however, kicks Jean in the shin, forcing him to drop the bazooka, which blasts a large hole into the wall, revealing Winston calmly reading the manuscript on the other side. He states that he’s nearly done and thinks he knows who the killer was. Before he could clarify, the Chef begins stating that he was the only man who really loved Debbie. He announces that, if Debbie can’t enjoy his cooking anymore, then nobody should. As he announces this, the Chef produces a bomb from nowhere. And Ray and Egon start having this whole philosophical debate over whether or not the bomb could actually hurt them or not, as it may or may not simply be a ghostly manifestation. While all this is going on, Raoul, Jean and the Chef continue to argue.

Thankfully, that’s when Winston walks into the kitchen, announcing that he just finished reading the manuscript. He announces Debbie’s killer was actually the Doctor. It turns out that the Chef’s cooking gave Debbie multiple cases of indigestion. And she ended up with a pretty hefty amount of medical bills because of this. Since she refused to pay the medical bills, and made fun of the Doctor’s car, he placed cyanide into her milk. With the mystery solved, the ghostly images of Roaul, Jean, the Chef and Debbie fade away. In their place, the ghost of Agatha Grisley appears, thanking Winston for finishing her last mystery. As the ghost of Agatha Grisley vanishes, indicating her spirit is now at rest, the final page of Raoul’s Revenge appears. Winston, upon reading it, is pleased to see the page comes with a dedication to him and his fellow Ghostbusters.

As the episode wraps up, the Ghosbusters are back at the Firehouse, watching another installment of that mystery program they were watching at the start. Peter, Ray and Egon fire off their various theories over who the killer is. But Winston isn’t allowed to join in, as the others had tied him up and gagged him so he wouldn’t be able to spoil the ending for them. Poor Winston!

One of the main things I appreciated about this episode is how the Ghostbusters actually attempted to help a ghost find the peace to move on instead of simply going the usual zap and trap route. Considering ghosts are essentially people who died, one could argue that this is the sort of thing the Ghostbusters should try to do more often. Then again, I expect that would make the show pretty dull after a while. As for the bit about the actual mystery novel they were trying to solve, I am curious how fans of actual murder mysteries and the real-life Agatha Christie would respond to this episode. From what we could see, Raoul’s Revenge seemed to be a bit obsessed with Debbie making fun of people’s cars, as they mention it a few times as a legitimate motive for her murderer to kill her. Combine that with the fact that the characters all seemed to inexplicitly have large weapons (Jean with his flail and bazooka, Raoul with his impossibly large pistol and the Chef with his bomb), and it really adds weight to the episode’s running joke of how Raoul’s Revenge was a poorly written book. Though it’s not clear if Agatha Grisley was not a very good writer to begin with or if this final mystery story was just a fluke. Therefore, I’m not entirely sure if the people who wrote this episode was simply simplifying things for the children watching or if they were indirectly making fun at Agatha Christie’s stories. Considering I’ve never actually read any of her books myself, I can’t say.

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hello !! the name is cal, pronouns they/them, and i’m in the est timezone. i’m so very excited to bring my kiddo mars to the deja brew !! listed below is going to be some information on the little mess. at the very bottom i’ve listed some possible connections as well that i think would be neat to explore. if you would like to plot feel free to like this and i’ll come to your ims or let me know if you’d prefer to plot over discord. i am very excited and look forward to writing with you all uwu

basics

name: mars baumer job: baker at deja brew & podcast host age: twenty-three gender: nonbinary pronouns: she/they sexuality: bisexual / biromantic birthday: april 2nd zodiac: aries personality type: the entertainer | esfp pinterest board: click here

regular order

large black coffee with a shot of caramel & whipped cream on top

aesthetics

listening to conspiracy podcasts in a deadbeat car in an empty parking lot in the middle of the night

the wafting smell of freshly made blueberry muffins and pockets of sunshine that warm your skin

skinned knees covered by alien themed band-aids

theme song: boy bye by brockhampton

ring in their ears like a bark always feel left in the dark trauma the price for the patience character shift like an arc move like my shit stay in park don't feel the love or respect grip like a hand on my neck this is the year, place your bets (boy, bye)

positive & negative

brash ( adj ) : self-assertive in a rude, noisy, or overbearing way.

sagacious ( adj ) : having or showing keen mental discernment and good judgment; shrewd.

planetary commentary: updates every thursday @ 3:33am

planetary commentary is a podcast that focuses on all sorts of topics though they primarily tend to center around conspiracy theories, murder mysteries, missing people cases, space, lgbtqa+ subjects, and the occasional book or movie reviews. it could be seen as a bit of a messy podcast, however, it has gained quite the following over the year and a half its been available. ( first premiered may 1st, 2017 )

the chronicles of unknowing: updates every sunday @ 3:33am

a sci-fi, fantasy podcast centered around a boy as he journeys through a strange and mysterious land. he could not recall his name nor how he ended up in such an empty place. he simply woke up one day in a empty house where faceless photos presented themselves on dusty walls. how will he deal with the loneliness this empty town envokes and how will he choose to proceed when there is no clear direction? join the nameless boy as he logs his journey via tape recorder. ( first premiered october 1st, 2019 )

then

mars was born to their mother in the early hours of april second after tiring hours of labour. her mother, anastasia baumer, was over the moon to have her child in her arms after nine long months. it was a lonely celebration, though. no one was there to congratulate her or see her beautiful baby. no, instead, she welcomed mars into the world with just herself as family.

being a working single mother was tough, the money that anastasia’s parents had left her helped in mars’ younger years before they were old enough to go into daycare. things were bound to get more difficult as life went on as the finances were harder to keep up with, especially rent which only increased over the years. still, the child and mother duo were happy and lived life to its fullest. sure, mars couldn’t join any extracurricular sports, but they enjoyed writing and helping their mother with cooking/baking.

of course, life just couldn’t sort itself out for them. no matter how much anastasia gave, the world only took and took and took. it only made sense for the world’s greed to fall on mars as well. on their twelfth birthday, their mother made a choice to go out in the rain to pick up their birthday cake. she never made it home. mars waited up all night until the police came knocking to deliver the news.

( death tw ) a hit and run. she was left to die in the rain alone. that was probably the worst part. the fact that life couldn’t be gentle with her even til the end. mars wanted the hard truth. what was their mother’s last moments like? who left her to die? why would they do such a thing? there were so many questions they had and the police, with much hesitance, answered to the best of their abilities. their mother’s best friend met them at the station. she attempted to stay strong, however even in her righteous anger, tears swept her cheeks. it was a long month that followed.

left alone, mars was placed in foster care. the system was incredibly difficult to move through. they ended up being incredibly difficult to handle between poorly adjusting in school and slipping out of the houses. it took two years of swapping between three foster homes before they found the knox household. the knox’s consisted of cillian and avery knox as well as their son isak. it was a somewhat strange ensemble that mars joined. isak was cillian’s son from a previous marriage before he’d met avery and fell harder than ever before. it was...cute. they gave them space and isak was different from the other kids they ended up staying with previously. for starters, he was only a year younger than them. he complimented their vibe the first time they met and then asked what they thought about aliens. needless to say, their introduction into the knox’s dynamic and to each of them personally was a welcomed change.

fourteen years old, mars finally found a place they could settle down in and mourn their mother while attempting to settle. it was nice, living with avery- living with another person of colour, who encouraged their desire to explore different styles and, later on, pronouns when they started to question their gender. the support of cillian and isak as well encourage their unique interests and desire to learn about their self. the family helped them in ways they could never pay back.

( cancer tw, death tw ) life never failed to come back to ruin them. they had at least six years of blissful peace before isak began to get sick. it was a terrible time and took a while to catch on to. yet, the diagnosis wasn’t promising. cancer never was. isak held out a while against the leukemia that made him sick. almost a year, in fact, before he ended up passing. the devastation they felt was an echo of the past as they lost their best friend and brother.

now

two years later found mars living outside the knox household and in a two bedroom apartment with someone they found on craig’s list or something. they liked to introduce them and tell tales about how they ended up rooming together, even going as far as claiming they found them on the side of the road.

mars has been working at the deja brew for about two years now. after dropping out of school for when isak was sick, they decided not to return. their fathers were disgruntled, but allowed it. after all, they were there on scholarship anyways. they had expected them to return, however, mars has yet to show any interest in continuing their program.

mars can come across as a very detached individual, however, they are in actuality very passionate. get them speaking about something they have an interest in and they seem to do a complete 180 in personality as they talk.

they enjoy experimenting in the kitchen, whether it be baking or cooking. occasionally, they’ll have their co-workers and some customers try one of their end products to get a gauge on how it turned out. unfortunately, they’re not always good. most of the time they’re stomach-able, though, so that’s good.

they just began a new podcast titled the chronicles of unknowing. they haven’t told anyone, but the main character is based off of their brother. they wanted to remember him and transform their grief into something that could possible help others but also potentially allow for isak to still touch peoples lives.

they publish the podcasts under the pseudonym mercury as they believe it takes the whole act of them creating away from their self and focuses things on the actual content they put out.

#hqbrew:intro #| gonna message folks back now !!#| also please ignore any grammar or spelling errors in here aaaaa

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the-desolated-quill · 6 years ago

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Arachnids In The UK - Doctor Who blog

(SPOILER WARNING: The following is an in-depth critical analysis. If you haven’t seen this episode yet, you may want to before reading this review)

Spiders. It had to be fucking spiders, didn’t it?

Normally I watch each episode multiple times before writing a review in order to pick up on every nuance and detail. With Arachnids In The UK however, I just about managed two viewings and that was a Herculean effort I can tell you because... you know... fucking spiders. So apologies if this review isn’t as detailed as previous ones. Frankly you should be grateful you’re even getting a review of this at all because... you know... FUCKING SPIDERS!

So then. Let’s talk about the fucking spiders. The fear factor of this episode will depend on how you feel about spiders in general. If you’re one of those weirdos who keep tarantulas as pets (seriously, what’s wrong with a dog or a gerbil or something? Can’t you just be normal?), then you probably found this quite quaint. If however you’re like me, a confirmed arachnophobic and colossal wuss, Arachnids In The UK most likely terrified the fucking life out of you.

But wait. It gets worse. I would have been shitting myself if the spiders were regular sized, but that’s not enough for Chris Chibnall. Oh no. These spiders are ever so slightly bigger than that. How big, I hear you ask? Think Aragog from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

Yeah. That big.

At this point I’d like to extend a massive fuck you to Doctor Who’s special effects department for really putting in an almost criminal amount of time and effort into making these giant, eight legged demons from hell look as photo realistic as possible. Each individual, computer generated hair rendered with absolute care and attention to detail, making the spiders that much more skin crawling to look at. I mean it wasn’t as if I was planning to sleep that night anyway.

I also have to begrudgingly commend Sallie Aprahamian for her direction. The lighting, camera angles and use of sound really help create a creepy atmosphere and build tension effectively. Because spiders, even massive spiders, aren’t the type of monsters to jump out and attack you directly. No, the little fuckers like to sneak up on you and catch you unawares, and that’s what this episode really takes advantage of.

So what reason did Chris Chibnall come up with for giant fucking spiders to exist? Genetic experiments and toxic waste. Stupid? Yes, but so is the idea of a wooden blue box travelling through time and space, so let’s not get too critical. Just pretend that scientist works for Norman Osborn from the Marvel Comics and go with it.

Let’s move away from the spiders (quickly please) and talk about the characters because they’re, once again, the strongest part of the show. The Doctor is still just as delightful as ever with Jodie Whittaker switching from comedy to drama effortlessly. I especially liked at the beginning of the episode where she’s noticeably sad to be saying goodbye to her new friends only for her face to light up again when Yasmin invites her for tea. After Steven Moffat’s ‘the Doctor lies’ bullshit and Twelve acting all brooding and stoic, it’s refreshing to see a Doctor who displays their emotions openly. I also liked the way she interacted with the spiders. While everyone else is understandably shitting themselves, the Doctor is the only one who tries to give the spiders any kind of dignity, even going so far as to comfort the giant mummy spider at the end as it dies. She doesn’t view them as disgusting or frightening. They’re living creatures like her and deserve the same kindness she would give to a human.

Of course the main purpose of Arachnids In The UK is to get the companions to sign up for more adventures and I really like how this is done for the most part. Ryan is very quickly becoming my favourite companion and Tosin Cole is clearly having a lot of fun in the role. My favourite scene in the whole episode was him using grime music to lure spiders into the panic room. That got such a big laugh out of me. He’s just a really likeable character and I love how he’s growing and developing. He’s come a long way since The Woman Who Fell To Earth. He’s become a lot more confident and I think it’s because he feels he can achieve great things with the Doctor. He likes that he feels valued by her and that’s nice to see. And he clearly still has a lot more room to grow as shown by his scenes with Graham, which are easily the highlight of the episode. His negligent father wants Ryan to move back in with him, calling himself his ‘proper family,’ which irks Ryan. Over the course of these four episodes, Ryan and Graham have grown so much closer as Ryan slowly starts to let Graham in. I love their camaraderie and the understated love between them and I can’t wait for the episode where Ryan finally calls Graham ‘grandad’.

Graham too is brilliant. We see him return to his home and start properly coming to terms with a life without Grace and I love how it’s portrayed. New Who has an unfortunate tendency to really overegg the pudding when it wants to elicit an emotional reaction from the audience (see the Tenth Doctor’s farewell tour or the Eleventh and Twelfth Doctor’s ghastly final monologues). Chris Chibnall so far really seems to understand that less is more and the same is true here. There’s no obnoxiously loud sad music or sappy monologues. In fact the imaginary conversations Graham has with Grace are actually quite mundane, talking about when to put the bins out and things like that. What makes these scenes so powerful is Bradley Walsh. His performance, his facial expressions, everything he does sells the pain and heartbreak Graham is going through. It’s truly an acting masterclass that puts the previous showrunners attempts to tug at the heartstrings to shame.

I’m very curious to see what happens to Graham going forward. Him wanting to travel with the Doctor in order to cope with his grief and avoid knocking around an empty house is quite a compelling reason to become a companion. Haven’t really seen that done before. And... is it just me, but is this coming across as a bit... death wish-y? What with this and his cancer recovery as well, I’m deeply worried something bad is going to happen to him come the end of the series. I really hope not. I would be devastated.

Finally there’s Yasmin and... yeah, I’ve mentioned before how I’m not exactly warming to her. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate her. Mandip Gill is doing a great job with the material she’s being given and Yasmin is a nice enough person, but as I’ve said in previous reviews, she comes off as a bit superfluous. Even the introduction of her family doesn’t really do much to establish her as a key member of Team TARDIS. In fact she’s coming across as an amalgamation of Rose Tyler and Martha Jones. Rose because of her desire to find something more in her life and Martha because she wants to get away from her boring and annoying one dimensional family. She doesn’t really stand out as her own character and I put it down mostly to the ensemble cast. It’s the classic case of ‘two is company, but three is a crowd.’ It’s the same reason why Susan and Adric got sidelined in the classic series (as well as the fact that Adric was an irritating little shit that deserved to be smacked upside the head) and she just pales in comparison to Ryan and Graham, whose characters and storylines are much stronger and more interesting. I really hope she gets a chance to shine soon because so far I honestly couldn’t care less about her, and considering she’s the first ever Muslim companion, that’s really disappointing.

Since we’ve shifted to criticism, lets talk about the supporting cast. Yasmin’s family, as I said, are quite boring. They’re just your typical family with the typical overbearing mum (maybe it’s time for New Who to consider stopping all the family stuff now). The scientist... exists, doing nothing other than to introduce the spiders as a plot device and occasionally give exposition on spider ecosystems. Finally there’s the hotel guy, played by Chris Noth who tries to wring every last drop of comedy out of the part and is actually quite amusing on occasion, but sadly doesn’t have an actual character as such other than being a painfully on the nose parody of Donald Trump. Not only is this futile in and of itself because some could argue that Trump is so extreme that he’s practically impossible to satirise, but also nothing ever really comes of it. He’s a prick at the beginning, he’s a prick at the end, and there’s no real payoff or satisfying closure. Not only does he not learn his lesson, I actually found myself agreeing with him a few times. Like what’s the difference between shooting the spiders and locking them in a panic room so they can eventually starve to death? And what was the Doctor planning to do once she herded the giant mummy spider out of the ballroom? Set it up in a nice cozy bedsit? And if it’s suffocating to death anyway because its lungs have grown too big and can’t absorb enough oxygen, wouldn’t shooting it be the kindest thing to do at that point?

While I’m on the subject of guns, how the fuck is his bodyguard able to get away with carrying a gun in Sheffield? You’re not in America now, sunshine. And how come Yasmin, the police officer, doesn’t do anything about it or the fact that her mother was wrongfully dismissed? (at gunpoint. I need to keep pointing that out. Her mum was fired from her job at gunpoint in Sheffield). Come on Chibnall!

Arachnids In The UK has flaws to be sure, but its excellent execution of the main plot and threat as well as its genuinely touching and heartwarming moments between the main characters that help it stand out. The weakest episode so far, but still very enjoyable.

#arachnids in the uk #chris chibnall #doctor who #thirteenth doctor #jodie whittaker #graham o'brien #yasmin khan #mandip gill #ryan sinclair #tosin cole #bbc #review #spoilers

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ravennaramos · 3 years ago

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So it's Friday night and, because the pandemic continues to devastate my social life, I'm at home 🥲

Last night was the Joan of Arc parade in Jackson Square which I really wanted to attend, but I was worried about the crowd size. But I did catch the Uptown streetcar parade that also marks Twelfth Night. I can’t believe that Carnival Season is here! 💜💛💚 It’s only been two years lol

That reminds me, I wanted to ask, what Krewe do you belong to? Do you plan on riding or no?

So anyway, so this was my first week back at work since the winter break, and it's a ghost town there. It's been only me and my boss that I've seen, plus the delivery guy.

Everyone else is working from home right now. Most rooms are locked, lights off. The semester is starting virtually on Monday so I won't even see students for a month at least. It's just weird times man

I had the option to work some days at home this week too, but I feel like... I feel like I'm having a somewhat difficult time adjusting to professional life honestly

That is, I'm used to having huge responsibilities at work, but I'm unaccustomed to being granted the trust and the freedom to accomplish those responsibilities in whatever manner I choose

Literally I can just come and go as I please, listen to music, eat my meals whenever, as long as I get my work done. I almost feel like I haven't proven myself enough to earn these benefits yet? It's an odd feeling

And I'm still treading so lightly. I've had this big office space for three weeks now and I haven't made any modifications to it yet, or brought anything to decorate it. I sit at my desk as though I'm sitting on the edge of a grandmother's plastic-covered furniture, like I won't be staying very long... like none of this is going to last at all

...you could probably extrapolate some pretty damning psychological truths about me from that but please don't lol 😅

I did do a really thorough deep clean of all my office furniture yesterday though. That was a start. And I DO want to be that obnoxious office lady and decorate for Mardi Gras haha

But my actual job is just so... so much more emotionally involved than I realized. I didn't understand the weight of what I'm really doing until this week, which sounds foolish I know

But I’m looking into people’s histories and reading their very emotional personal statements and I’m, I’m supposed to judge their worthiness? Me? I’m supposed to hand someone the golden ticket into college, or deny it?

And god forbid if you fucked up as a first-time undergrad. Nearly impossible to overcome a low GPA. So it’s a lot of people trying to prove themselves and asking for second chances, chances which were given to me along the way, and I have to say no, or I have to go to bat for them. It’s a lot

I read someone’s personal statement on Wednesday that made me cry. I joked to my boss that I needed a drink after that one. I won’t ever forget reading his story, I'm still thinking about it. And wouldn't you know it, I'm going to bat for him. My boss backed me on it, blessedly

Sorry for the prattling... I do realize that other professions encounter some of the most heinous stories there are. It’s just that I suddenly have the power to very tangibly change the course of somebody’s life, or not. I don’t know that I was prepared for that responsibility

Anyway enough about my bleeding heart. I hope you’ve had a good week thus far, and that you do something fun this weekend!

#writing #letter to T #is this flirting?

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When We Were Young - Chapter Sixteen

Pairing : Misha/OFC

Warnings : Language, Fire, trauma, PTSD, family members’ death (including child), therapy, flashbacks (not in every chapter), injuries, cheating. Long fic. Angst, fluff, Smut. Mention of suicide.

Words : 5794

Summary : After her grandmother’s funeral, Lily must return to the place she lived in when she was young and has to confront the ghosts of her past. She will run into an old friend that she thought was lost forever.

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CHAPTER 16 - UNDER THE STARS

Lily and Misha spent the afternoon at Brook Park, exploring all the places they used to hang out on, the waterfall near the wooden bridge being their favorite spot. They used to come here often during the weekend, even when the weather was not very good, sometimes with their families to enjoy a barbecue together, but most of the time just the two of them so they could fool around without being caught. As they sat on a big flat stone in the river, Lily explained to Misha that this was where she'd read her grandmother's letter, Katie by her side. She remembered her words : Take your time... Don't do anything that doesn't feel right, and when he asked her if selling the estates felt right to her, she had to admit it didn't, but she didn't know what else to do. He promised he would help her figure it out if she needed to, suggesting a few ideas about what she could do with the houses, but she clearly wasn't convinced. For dinner, they went to eat at their favorite restaurant. It was a small and cozy place in town, and they were amazed to see the people who owned it back then were still the same and remembered them perfectly. That's also where they learnt that every person who knew Lily's family in town thought they all died in the fire. Mrs Jones, the old lady who cooked, even had to get out of her kitchen to check if she heard right when her daughter told her Lily and Misha were here.

“I knew I wasn't crazy! I saw you on TV once and when I said to Catherine 'it's the Krushnic boy!' she said I was crazy because you were supposed to be dead, but I knew it!”

Lily laughed quietly. She hadn't changed a bit! She always had been very straightforward and told what she thought when she thought it, which often leaded to awkward situations.

“Aw look at you, you're so handsome! And even rich now, from what I understood!” She winked at Misha.

Yeah... Just as Lily predicted... awkward. But she wasn't done, she turned to Lily and cupped her flushing face.

“I thought I would never see this pretty face again! You look so much like your mother! You haven't changed that much... except that weird hair color but whatever.”

Misha snorted and hid his mouth with his hand to not show he wanted to laugh.

“What are you doing now, Lily?” Mrs Jones sat at a table and asked them to join her, while her daughter brought them some drinks.

“I'm a professional violinist at the Seattle Symphony Orchestra.”

The old lady clapped her hand in excitement.

“Oooh that's lovely! I remember you played in the school orchestra indeed! So what brings you busy heads back in our quiet little town?”

Misha was very quiet, but he really enjoyed this little reunion.

“We're actually here to... umm... move on and maybe find some answers. What happened in 1990 is still very blurry for us.” Lily explained.

Mrs Jones was very surprised to learn that they found each other back only a few months ago.

“Really? It didn't tilt when you saw that handsome face in your TV?”

Lily almost sarcastically thanked her for reminding her that she wasted years with Misha because of this, but she knew the old lady meant well.

“I don't... watch TV that much.” She replied shyly and cleared her throat.

Misha decided it was time to step in the conversation to avoid more awkwardness.

“Any chance you could clarify a few details about the night of the fire or what happened next?”

She looked up and squinted her eyes, visibly trying to remember anything she could. "There was an article in the local newspaper the day after it happened. It clearly said that no one from the Hagen family survived. It was a little more vague about your family, Misha, because they didn't clearly name you, but it was obvious for the people who knew you at the time that you all passed. I still have the article if you wanna read it."

Lily glanced at him and nodded.

“That would help us a lot, Mrs Jones. Thank you!”

The old woman asked her daughter to go get the box where she kept every articles about the people she knew (which was a lot!), and finally found what she was seeking and handed it to Lily who put it down on the table between her and Misha so he could read too.

NORTHFIELD : TRAGIC OUTCOME IN HAGEN'S FARM

By Leslie Shepherd.

Fire crews have left the scene of a devastating fire in Hagen's Farm's main house. Half of the property was destroyed.

The fire was extinguished at 6.30am after burning for roughly an hour.

Three persons were taken to hospital to be treated for smoke inhalation and fire wounds, but saddly succumbed to their injuries later in the morning.

The fire is not being treated as suspicious.

We all will remember the Hagen's Family thanks to the very respected Simon Hagen who devoted his whole life to make our county a better place, especially for our children.

His wife, Bethany, is now the last member of this beloved family, as her daughter-in-law Mary (42), granddaughter Elise (16) and grandson Ryan (6) were found dead when the fire crew arrived.

The article was short, but full of lies! Who the hell was so eager to see them all dead and spread that stupid rumor ruining their lives in the process? Misha swore to her he would find out.

Reading this crap made Lily's anger grow.

“They didn't even mention you or any member of your family!”

Misha looked at her and couldn't hide his bitterness.

“You were part of the respected family, we were just nobody. I'm not surprised. But I don't look so bad for someone who succumbed to my injuries in the hospital, right?”

He took a photo of the article with his phone, knowing his mom and Sasha would want to read it too.

“I would really love to find that Leslie Shepherd to ask who she had her information from.”

Lily had to admit she was curious too and the idea was tempting, but they were supposed to go back home the next day and probably would have no time to go to the newspaper's offices.

Mrs Jones stood up to head back to her kitchen.

“I will help you if you need to. I was very sad to know Bethany was all alone when obviously it wasn't true.”

Lily thanked the old woman and quickly explained what they did and where they went after the fire, and they finally ordered their meal.

They ate quickly and went to buy camping supplies before going back to the farm. Thankfully, it was late August, the days were still long, so it wasn't dark when they arrived. Misha parked the car at the end of the road, near the wooden sign, and they were now standing on the cross path between the pond and the cottage, with their suitcases and all of their stuff. "So... Where do you wanna sleep?" Misha asked playfully, the excitement in his voice was almost palpable. "I already know what you're gonna reply, but I'd say in safety inside the cottage?" He glanced at her sideways with a smirk. "And what am I going to reply, smartass?" She lowered her voice trying to imitate his sarcastic tone, puppetting her hand and lolling her head at the same time. "Oh come on, Lily that's the easy way, where is your adventurous side? We need to sleep in the cold night among the spiders and the rats!" He burst out laughing at her lame imitation. "Bats and Raccoons too!" He mocked. She slapped his arm.

"I hate ya! What other crazy plan do you propose?" He rubbed his arm, pretending she hurt him. "No need for such violence! I thought we could just lay on the grass in the house's backyard or something. Or maybe near the willow tree? Like we did for your twelfth birthday, you know... back when you weren't a woosie..." "Oh right, I remember that night. I particularly enjoyed the snake paying me a visit in my sleeping bag. Good times!" His brows raised and his face lightened with a huge grin. "Are you sure it was a snake?" She frowned and innocently looked at him, confused. "What else could it b-" She paused and opened her mouth wide, inhaling in shock. "Oh you dog! We were way too young for that!" He laughed, crinkling his nose which accentuated his wrinkles and she couldn't help smiling back at him, thinking it was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. He had always been cute, or at least that's what she thought, but he really aged up well. Misha started to walk towards the pond and she followed, dragging her feet. "Remind me to take a smaller suitcase next time!" She huffed carrying all of her stuff and pulling at her suitcase. "Stop complaining, we're almost there!" "Why did we take all of our stuff with us since we're going to sleep outside anyway?" "Because rule number one: Never let anything behind in a car, especially when it's a rental car." When they arrived at the pond, Misha put his stuff down in the small waterfront cabin. " Right, because leaving our stuff in the nature like that is so much safer..." "Lily..." She heard his threatening voice and stopped settling her bags to turn around and look at him, not liking this tone too much. As soon as she made eye contact, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her on his shoulder. "You will learn to behave."

Oh no not again!

He walked towards the small pier and she understood what he had in mind. "Oh my god, Misha, no! I'm sorry! I will be nice! Promise!" He kept walking with her struggling on his shoulder, slapping his back. "Noooo!!! Please! I'm so so sorry! I won't complain anymore! It's gross in there!! I'll stink like rotten mud!!" He ignored her protest and her kicks. "It's called nature scent. You'll fit in perfectly after that, animals won't bother you tonight.”

When he stepped on the pier, he tried to lift her to throw her in the water but she gripped tight on his shirt, almost ripping it.

“Please noooooooo! I'll do what you want! It's full of frogs and fishes and... Oh god please no!!”

“Yeah, and sharks. I can't be bought, no need to bargain.”

He managed to grab her wrists to keep her from clinging to him, and he finally threw her in the cold dark green and smelly water. She splashed in it in a glorious “Aaahhhh!” and Misha took his phone out while she was swimming in the surface, swiping her sticky hair out of her face and spiting water in a cough.

That was priceless!

He was breathless but he managed to laugh anyway.

“You're dead, Krushnic! Oh Jesus fucking Christ, it's fucking cold... and gross!”

She couldn't get out of the water by the pier that was too high, and as the water was deep where they were, she had to swim to reach for the beach and get out.

Misha was still on the pier with his phone in his hand.

“Don't take pictures!!” she yelled.

He chuckled.

“I'm not!”

“I see you! Oh god you better run fast because when I get out- AAAAAAAAAAAH!!! I felt something on my leg!!!”

“It's a shark! Swim faster!” He was now giggling hysterically.

Lily ran out of the water and laid on the grass a few seconds to catch her breath, before standing up and walking towards Misha with a deadly look on her face.

“Put that damn phone away!”

“Say hi, you're live!”

She froze. “WHAT???”

Oh no he didn't...

“2568 people watching right now. They say hi, by the way!”

She ran next to him and tried to catch his phone, but of course he extended his arm high up to film from above, and as he was much taller, she couldn't reach it despite her jumps.

“Alright guys, I got a situation here, I gotta go. Wish me luck. Bye!”

Misha ended the livestream and threw his phone in his pocket.

As they were still on the pier, Lily suddenly pushed him, but he resisted and her attempt to give him the same treatment failed miserably. He ran away from the pier but she followed. She kept chasing him as they were now running up the path towards the cottage, but she forgot he was a fast runner and she soon got out of breath.

She had an idea though...

When he turned to look back at her, she pretended to fall and stayed down, trying to catch her breath. He immediately stopped in his track and ran back.

“Lily!” He screamed, worried she might've hurt herself.

Oh Misha... SO predictable!

He crouched down when he was next to her. She sat on the grass and gave him a devilish gaze.

“You're weak, Krushnic...”

He understood she played him and winced.

“And you... have a tiny frog on your shoulder.”

She jumped.

“AAAAAAAHHH!!!! GET IT OFF!!!”

She looked at her shoulders but saw nothing. When she turned back at Misha, he was laying down holding his stomach, laughing his ass off.

“What are you, twelve?”

“You deserved it. I told you, you will learn to behave.”

She looked down at herself and pouted.

“I'm wet.”

All Misha could answer was “Mmmh...” suggestively, so she squinted at him and turned back to reach the waterfront cabin and go change.

While she was busy changing into a dry pair of jeans and a sailor shirt, Misha found the main power switch and tried to turn it on because the night was now falling fast so they'd soon be in the dark. It surprisingly worked after a few tries, and the lights around the pound and inside the cabin turned on.

“I'm impressed, MacGyver!”

He smirked but didn't say anything, searching through the bags he brought from the store.

“I think we need a little treat now.” He triumphantly showed the marshmallow pack.

“Oooh... sounds great. How do you plan to do that?”

“Well... we need a fire.”

From all the stupid things he said since she knew him, it was probably the lamest.

“You can't be serious.”

He stopped picking up rocks from the ground to stare into her eyes.

“Deadly.”

Was he pushing her to fight or something? She really didn't like that idea!

“This is the stupidest idea of all time.”

“Why? Just because you're scared?”

She scoffed. “I'm not!”

He arranged a few rocks into a circle and put some wood and dry herbs inside before searching his bag for a lighter.

“Yeah, you are!”

She looked around her... They were in the nature, among grass and dry herbs and trees, what could go wrong?

“Okay maybe I am... but have you looked around you? That's a bad idea.”

“I know what I'm doing.” He replied while crouching down.

He lighted the fire and when she saw the flames and smelled the smoke, she panicked and said the meanest, cruelest and dumbest thing ever, regretting it the second it split out of her mouth.

“If it turns bad, I'll let you burn this time.”

Stunned, Misha stood up and looked away from the fire to stare at her and shake his head, only to see her with both her hands slapped on her mouth and her eyes wide open, a look of horror in her glassy green eyes.

“I'm sorry... Misha...” she whispered shamefully and stepped closer to him. “I didn't mean that.”

It was so awful and she felt so bad when she saw the pain on his face that the tears she tried to hold back suddenly burst forth like water from a dam, running down her face. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight, hands clutching at his shirt, burring her face in his chest and talking between loud sobs, barely able to form words.

“Misha, I'm s-so s-sorry... I d-don't know w-what-...”

Misha sighed and closed his eyes, his chin resting on top of her head. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and shushed her.

“I know. It's fine, Lily.”

He slowly rocked her as her tears were soaking his shirt, and it soothed her immediately. She felt a bit better, feeling the warmth of his muscular chest and hearing his steady heartbeat and breath.

He pulled back just enough to take her chin in his right hand and lift it up so she could look at him, not breaking their embrace. His heart broke a little when he saw her crumpled face all wet from her tears. He could see how heavy the load of fear and guilt was in her reddened eyes.

He leaned down his head and left a quick but very soft kiss on her lips. She shut her eyes tight and leaned to kiss him back desperately, deepening it a little while cupping his face between her shaky hands.

She broke the kiss and sank into his blue eyes.

“I'm a monster.” She whispered holding his gaze.

He sniffed and smirked.

“I'll call you Nessy then... you sure smell like it.”

She had forgotten she was bathing in the smelly pond just a few minutes ago. She pulled back from his embrace very fast to smell her arm skin.

“Damn! I'll be back...”

She ran to the cabin and searched for the wipes she luckily carried everywhere, and after using almost all of them, she finally smelled better and went back to the beach where Misha was sitting next to the fire.

She sat next to him and stared at the fire, the yellow flames reflecting in her eyes.

“Mmh now you smell like... Maison's ass when I just changed her diaper.”

She snorted and took a stick to grill her first marshmallow.

“Why did you call your daughter Maison?” She asked while eating her candy.

“Because she will always feel like home to me.”

“Aw, that's cute!”

“Her middle name is Mary. To remind me of my first home...”

She stopped chewing to look at him. She couldn't believe he considered her mom's house like his first home... He was already a teenager when he moved in and he traveled a lot, but it was just hard to think he never considered any place like home before that time. She shook that thought from her head quickly before she could be overwhelmed by emotion. She had cried enough for the day.

“Why West then?”

“That I don't know... It just sounded great to us and we weren't inspired... Well, we had an original idea but it sounded too weird and I had sort of a bad experience with strange names so we kept it for his middle name.”

We...

She couldn't help the sting in her heart when he was talking about his family with such tenderness.

“What's his middle name?”

“Anaximander.”

Silence.

They could only hear the fire cracking and the crickets chirping.

Misha turned to glance at her with a smirk, proud of himself.

“That's... uncommon.” She cleared her throat.

“That's the point. He was a Greek Philosopher that Vicki, being the nerdy smartass that she is, liked a lot, and I found the name funny so we went with it.”

“Okay... Why not. At least there are good chances that he will forever be unique.” She chuckled.

“He still hadn't forgotten you promised to teach him how to play the piano by the way.”

She smiled, chewing on her second marshmallow.

“I will... I just hope he's more patient than you were!”

“Hey! I was the perfect student! I still can play the letter for Elise you know, I'm not completely rusted.”

Right... She taught him how to play the Beethoven piece when they were fourteen. He heard her play it once, on the grand piano in her grandma's house, and he liked it a lot. When he asked her what it was called and she told him it was named like her, he immediately wanted to learn how to play it for her.

That was Misha... always full of cute little attentions for her. How can you not fall for someone like that when you're an innocent and romantic teenage girl dreaming of true love?

“I'd be curious to hear that.” She gave him a sweet smile and he nodded.

“So... Talking about kids... You never wanted to be a mother?”

He had a gift to ask for the most embarrassing questions... She sighed and glanced at her feet.

"I did once... When it became serious with Peter." He frowned, his features twisting in something that almost looked like disgust.

“Really? With him?”

She gave him her biggest bitchface.

“He was good with me and we loved each other. We made a lot of plans. I just didn't... I never imagined he could be so stupid. Love is blind, obviously.”

Misha looked down at the fire. It was his turn to feel the sting in his heart now.

“Well it's a good thing you had no children then... Didn't he want that too?”

“Yes, he did. We tried but... I can't have kids.”

"You can't?" "No. When it didn't work, we went to the doctor and they found something wrong with me. Probably due to a shock or a surgical procedure in my childhood. They say I have like... 2% chances of conceiving. So basically none." He didn't know how to react. There was a time when he hesitated to have kids, but knowing the possibility was there was still reassuring somehow. Now that his kids were born, he couldn't imagine what it must feel like to know this could never happen, especially for a woman. "How do you feel about that?" She smiled weakly but it didn't reach her eyes.

"I'm... sort of okay with it. It was hard at first but I got over it, especially now that Peter is gone. Everything happens for a reason... I'm probably not shaped to be a good mom." Misha clenched his teeth. He could see she was bitter, but what she just said was unacceptable for him. "You're the granddaughter of Simon Hagen and the daughter of Mary... You definitely have the perfect parent gene. If it happened for a reason, it's because he is not shaped to be a good dad." She giggled bitterly. "I guess I'll buy a cat then!" "Do you still love him?" He asked, suddenly very serious. She frowned.

"I'm... not sure. My feelings are a bit messy those days.”

“You think?” He scoffed.

She suddenly remembered the night she spent with Peter not so long ago and couldn't look at Misha in the eyes anymore.

“Plus who cares? I can't forget nor forgive what he did to me... And yet look at me... I did the same to Vicki." Her eyes reddened and she looked down, once more feeling mortified.

Misha observed her sadly.

“Don't do that to me, Lily.”

She looked up to him and made eye contact, wondering what he was talking about.

“Don't push me away just because you're scared of what you fear could happen with my family.” “How can I live with myself knowing I'm destroying it? How can I look myself in a mirror after that, Misha? Why is it so hard for you to understand? I don't want you to lose more than you already have!”

He took a deep breath.

“If I wasn't married, would you consider resuming our relationship? Would you still want the things we wanted when we were sixteen? Would you surrender and stop running away?”

He took her hand and waited patiently for her answer, focusing on the orange glow in her eyes from the dying fire.

“You don't build anything with ifs.” She replied in a whisper.

“Answer the question. Please.”

He wouldn't give up this time, he needed answers, he needed to be sure she wanted the same as he did.

She hesitated but held his pleading gaze.

“Yes, probably.” She swallowed. “But-”

“No ifs and buts.” He interrupted harshly. He had his answer, it was all he needed to hear. She still loved him, he knew that, he could feel it, and one day she would say it back again.

He suddenly stood up and stepped on the fire.

“Geez, Misha! What the fuck?” She screamed, jumping from her spot and grabbed his arm to pull him away from it.

“We're out of marshmallows, we don't need the fire anymore. Or maybe you would prefer to let it burn all night and expend on the whole land?” He raised his eyebrow, amused by her unjustified fear.

“Oh... right. Sorry. Bad reflex.” She let go of his arm, happy that the dark night was hiding her blushing cheeks.

Misha walked towards the cabin and grabbed the sleeping bags, blankets and pillows.

“Time to settle for the night!”

He walked around the pond and through the bridge to reach the place where the willow tree was proudly standing, put one blanket on the ground, the two sleeping bags on it, settled the pillows against the trunk of the tree, one more blanket on top, and turned to look at Lily.

“Doesn't it look comfy?”

She had to admit it didn't look bad.

“Let's try it then.” She said laying down and leaning against the pillow.

“It is pretty comfy!”

Misha smiled and did the same, and they were soon silently lying at the foot of the tree next to each other. It was dark, but the floor lamp near the bridge gave them a weak glow so it wasn't too spooky. They could hear the frogs croaking near the water and the soft breath of the wind in the falling leaves of the willow tree above them. They were so thick that they could barely see the stars.

Misha rolled on his side and put his hand under his face to support him.

“Let's play.”

She chuckled.

“Aren't we a little old for this?”

“Never! There are still tons of things we don't know about each other. So... I'm gonna ask you a question, and then you answer and ask me one and so on, until we fall asleep, because I wanna know everything.”

“Oh god we really are sixteen again! Alright... Shoot.”

He decided to start easy, focusing first on what he didn't know anything about: her job.

“What's your favorite piece of music to play?”

“Oww, hard to pick only one!” She wined looking at the sky.

“Try!”

“Okay, let me think...” She thought about it a moment, trying to look for a piece she could play forever without being tired of it.

“Umm, I'd say Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Nice choice! I didn't even know you could play that with an orchestra to be honest.”

“Oh God shame on you, it means I really need to take you with me to hear a few concerts.”

“Anytime.” Misha replied with a huge smile lightening his face.

Lily played with a lock of her hair while she thought about her question.

“My turn! I'll go for the same kind of question: What's your favorite episode of Supernatural you played in?”

That was an easy one for Misha, good thing about being away for conventions was that he was pretty much ready for about every questions she could ask.

“The French Mistake. Because we all got to make fun of ourselves and it was hilarious. You'll have to watch it to understand what I'm talking about though.”

“Yeah, I will eventually have to buy a TV.” Lily laughed which gave Misha the time to ask another one.

“Next question: How many serious relationships did you have ?”

Oh boy... that was awfully direct.

“Uuuh... It's kinda hard to tell.”

Misha sat up straight, his eyes popping out.

“THAT many???”

Lily raised both hands.

“Nooo, no! Who do you think I am? I mean it depends on when you consider a relationship is becoming serious you know... I don't...” She sighed in defeat, not bothering finishing her sentence.

“Hey! Don't wimp out! I'm not judging. Promise.” He encouraged her, being very curious now.

“Alright, alright... I'd say... Two?”

That was kind of a surprise, he expected way more than this considering she wasn't married.

“Only two? Including me?”

“Well... yeah. Why? Do you think I wanna marry every guy I meet or what?”

“Geez I hope not. So me and... Peter? Is that it?”

“Hey that's way more than one question, you're cheating! Why do you wanna know anyway?”

Misha had actually tons of questions about everything that happened to her, but he couldn't ask everything in one night, could he?

“I don't know, I'm just curious I guess. I'm married for years and you're not so... since we're the same age I just imagined you had more than two serious relationships in your life, that's all.”

“Well you were wrong. It's rare enough to find someone you love and trust to spend your entire life with, even more rare to find a second one, I guess that's it for me, at least for this life.” Lily laughed nervously, staring down at her hands.

“What about the non-serious relationships then?”

“You're asking way to many questions, I think this is my turn, Mr Collins.”

She had a strange way to insist on his name everytime she said it, it almost sounded like she didn't like it.

“Alright, but don't think you're out with this one.”

Lily cleared her throat.

“Do you have any regret?”

Misha scoffed and shook his head.

“I always say you can't have regrets, you have to learn from your mistakes, but yeah... I regret filming Karla, I regret insisting with my mom to go to the beach instead of going back here earlier to give your grandpa his Christmas presents when he was still alive, I often regret Castiel's voice but that's my bad... I regret we didn't go to sleep on the beach on June 29th 1990 like I wanted to...”

June 29th 1990... The night of the fire. She completely forgot about that. Misha wanted to sneak out of the farm that night and go to the park's beach with Lily to celebrate the beginning of the summer holidays.

But Lily thought it was too cold and she preferred the coziness of her bedroom so she insisted to stay. She told him they could go another night, but fate decided otherwise.

She turned on her side to face him as he stopped talking for a while, lost in his memories.

“I'm not blaming you for anything, just to be clear.” Misha pointed out.

“I know. But where would we be today if it never happened? What would've happened in the morning when I would've come home to see a burnt house and my family dead because I left to have a good time with my boyfriend? Would we still be together? Would you be an actor today? Would you be happy and famous and loved by thousands of people?”

“We will never know. But if I'd have to chose between you and my career, Castiel would certainly not have my face today.”

That was a touching answer and a very emotional moment... until Lily heard something moving in the high herbs behinds them and froze. She gripped on Misha's forearm.

“Did you hear that?”

He did, but it was probably the wind, or maybe a harmless rodent and frankly, he didn't care. Lily looked at the direction of the noise and winced.

“I'm sure there's someone.”

“Seriously? Who would be here in the middle of the night, Lily? Just ignore it.”

“I don't know but... I saw a shadow moving...”

“Oh it's probably a ghost then. You can relax, I have salt.”

She looked at him confused.

“Salt?”

He chuckled.

“Don't worry about it. I work too much. Just come here and ignore the noises, it's just the wind, really.”

He extended his right arm and offered her to snuggle against him. She hesitated a few seconds, but when she saw he wouldn't pull his arm back, she gave in and laid against him, her head on his chest and her left arm on his waist. He wrapped his arm around her and stroked her hair away from her face gently.

She shivered against him, feeling the warmth of his body contrasting with the chill of the night, and he groaned weakly when she squirmed, enjoying her proximity a little too much.

“Lily... if you keep doing that I will have a serious manly problem...”

She froze a second but looked up to him before sitting up and getting inside the sleeping bag.

“Sorry.”

He did the same, sensing they would fall asleep soon, and they moved back to their snugly position right after.

Misha sighed. It was so pleasant to lay under the tree with her again, under the stars.

“Can we just stay like this forever?” He whispered.

She smiled weakly.

“I wish.”

He leaned his head a little to softly kiss the top of her forehead.

“I don't even want to think about what life would be without you again. I don't know how I survived.”

She closed her eyes, melting in his words. She just looked up and gave him a faint smile before tenderly kissing his cheek. Her whole body and soul wanted to say 'I love you' at that moment, but she couldn't resolve herself to say it. She had no right.

“Goodnight, Misha.”

She fell asleep in his arms one more time.

#misha collins #fanfiction #young!misha #long fic #slow built #when we were young #misha/OFC

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lity-bity-tity · 8 years ago

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Okay, I love those responses so much. I need more. ❤❤❤❤ Lance and Keith throughout the pregnancies. What do you think would happen omg

Keith is... not a gracious pregnant person, let's be real here. He's nauseous, his feet are swollen and he's "fat". Everywhere. (In all actuality, he does like prenatal yoga and eats healthy so he never gains more than he's supposed to but his cheeks balloon up so he gets a little emotional about the whole thing)Their first baby, their son Jacob, came about six months after their wedding. (That's right, you caught my drift, Klance had a shogun wedding.) He was a seven pound, six ounce bundle of wailing screaming joy who never shut up until he hit puberty. Keith spent the entire pregnancy swinging between violently ill and violently horny. It was not a fun time. The second pregnancy, their daughter Beth, was a both little smoother and a lot worse. They knew what to expect and Keith found some natural remedies to the nausea and - Look, Keith is a hippie granola mom okay? I don't make the rules, people I just enforce them ok? BUT Keith's sex drive is just...wrecked. He wants nothing to do with sex, doesn't even want to hear the word, and they fight a few times about it. Not that Lance is like a douchebag about it or anything but he did just go from Keith literally trying to climb his dick like Mt. Everest to Keith nearly refusing to lie in the same bed with him. (The doctor assures them that it's normal, that some pregnant people just become hyper vigilant and that the feelings will pass. They do and if Lance and Keith spend an entire day in each other's arms crying and Lance finally gets to feel his baby kick, then that's their business)The third pregnancy, Tris, is a surprise. That's right, she's an oops baby. But it is a fucking breeze okay? Keith's happy, healthy, not touch averse or too needy either. He laughs with their friends and Lance's Mamá that if all pregnancies were like this then he would have a dozen more. (He's kidding. Mostly.)This was pretty Keith centric huh? Let me see...Lance is pretty much the best and worst husband to a pregnant person ever ok? Like he gives in to *all* of Keith's bizarre cravings and eats them out of solidarity. Then they get to spend the night elbowing each other for who gets to puke in the toilet and who pukes out onto the fire escape. (This is during the first pregnancy when they're still living in their shitty twelfth floor walk up)He wises up by the time Beth comes around but we talked about Keith being touch averse and moving into the spare bedroom? That pretty much devastated Lance. He just wants to be there for his husband when Keith is so clearly having a hard time and Keith...just can't let him be.With Jacob, Keith let him touch his bump, feel him kick, everything expectant fathers are so excited to do but with Beth, Keith just can't. Lance understands, he does. He can't imagine having his own body be so out of his control for nine months so he's not going to complain - a lot anyway.TL:DR Keith and Lance are both the best and worst during the pregnancies, I talk too goddamn much, and please keep sending me more of these I love you.

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sovinly · 8 years ago

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1, 6 and 13?

1: Top 3 heroes/protagonists (drama edition!)

Viola, Twelfth Night. Clever, eloquent, bold, full of emotions, and forever running around going “aaaHHHhhhhHHHH?????” - very relatable. Dear Twelfth Night productions, please exist more and please give me more queer takes on this story, especially non-binary Viola/Cesario.

Antigone, Antigone. Look, I actually have a lot of thoughts on Greek drama as social reinforcement, but she so so stalwart and bears her grief and agony with grace, and she is willing to do the right thing, not because the fear of divine retribution outweighs the fear of her uncle, but because it is the right thing to do. Definitely deserves better - if Iphigenia gets a fix-it AU, Antigone deserves one too. Hop on that, dramatists.

Thomasina Coverly, Arcadia. She is so smart? And actually very charming? I know there was someone talking about how she’s loosely based on Ada Lovelace, to which I say instead, give me her being friends with Ada Lovelace and being badass intelligent ladies together.

6: Top 3 friendships between characters (More Pretentious English Major Edition)

Kjartan and Bolli, Laxdœla Saga. Ugh, literature, why do you have so many tragic friendships ruined by hypermasculinity and patriarchy? KJARTAN AND BOLLI LOVED ONE ANOTHER MOST. KJARTAN WENT NOWHERE THAT BOLLI DID NOT FOLLOW HIM. Kjartan keeps urging Bolli to act while Bolli favors restraint! Bolli hesitates and really doesn’t want to kill his friend. Kjartan realizes that Bolli is going to kill him and is DEVASTATED ENOUGH THAT HE THROWS HIS SWORD ASIDE BECAUSE HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN HARM BOLLI. BOLLI REGRETS IT THE INSTANT HE STRIKES AND FALLS TO HIS KNEES TO CRADLE KJARTAN IN HIS ARMS AS HE DIES. WHAT THE FUCK SAGAS. WHAT THE FUCK TOXIC MASCULINITY. WHAT THE FUCK WITH ALL THE REST OF THIS SHIT GOING ON. LET EVERYONE BE HAPPY AND NOT DEAD.

Gilgamesh and Enkidu, Gilgamesh. The ur-otp, let’s be honest. They are such good buddies! Then ENKIDU DIES AND GILGAMESH IS THROWN INTO DOUBT AND SORROW AND EXISTENTIAL CRISIS AND A WHOLE FUCKING GENRE IS ESTABLISHED IN WRITING.

Beatrice and Hero, Much Ado about Nothing. They care about one another so much! They love one another and trust one another so much! EAT HIS HEART OUT IN THE MARKETPLACE ANYWAY, BEATRICE, THAT IS THE RIGHT IMPULSE. I am so happy that they get to be happy. Ladiesssssss.

13: Top 3 fictional locations (that I would like to visit for approximately two hours, just to see)

Graff Station, The Vorkosigan Saga. Look, I just want to hang out in zero-g and look at space!!!! and maybe a neat museum and a ballet and to try exciting non-newt space foods, but mostly SPACE!!!!!

The Glittering Caves/Aglarond, The Lord of the Rings. I had to debate on this one (because there are SO MANY BEAUTIFUL LOCATIONS), but I would like to hang out and have Lots of Emotions about cooperation and architecture and to sigh over UNBELIEVABLY BEAUTIFUL LOCATIONS.

The brewpub from Leverage, Leverage. Look, okay, this one is nowhere near as exciting, but I am a sucker for good food (and, c’mon, there’s no way that food is subpar), to be enjoyed on a quiet afternoon with the quiet knowledge that there are people who love one another and are fighting for good things in the world. Also I might catch a glimpse of Elliot Spencer’s immaculate hair.

#yuenchien #answer memes #i am still REALLY BAD AT PICKING THINGS #and very emotional about LOTS OF THINGS #hence the difficulty #still so sad about kjartan and bolli

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Dragon (Twelfth Day Of Inktober)

You know, I’ve talked previously about dragons, but I think we should talk about dragons now.

Why you ask? Because I think we should talk about reptiles, that’s why.

Dragons are actually very... interestnig. They can be very friendly, when they don’t try to kill you.

I don’t mean all dragons are evil, blood-thirsty warriors, ready to kill you any moment.

I have some friends that are dragons!

...though, one of them can probably snap my spine by accident, and the other deliberately tried to bite off my ear once... but dragons can be cool, you know.

Like, if you travelled the world as much as I do you would know they have pretty interesting culture and stuff. They also can cook food so spicy you feel like you’re gonna burn. And also they can build pretty good building. They can also be pretty caring.

Anyway, let’s start out today’s story already. You can’t wait, right?

It starts in the land of dragons - a pretty big country, ruled by reptiles. It’s actually so big, that there can’t be a one ruler. Long, long ago the dragons decided to split the power between 5 royal dragon families, each ruling over one of the regiones.

One got the calm sea and coast, one got the big mountains, one got the pretty forests and fields, and one got the large, hot desert.

One family remained. They got all the lands the other families didn’t get. By that I mean all the scary forest, swamps, and other non-fun parts of the country.

To some it was practically an exile, and an insulting one at that. Well, I can argue with that, but after many, many, many years (and many arguments between the dragons) the royal family who got the unpleasant lands calmed down.

One of their descendants actually kinda liked it. He could rule over all the parts nobody else cared about. Which gave him a little bit of freedom in his rulling.

Devoted to idea of serving justice, no matter what, he lived a pretty nice, but a little boring life. He was a ruler after all.

And one day, his life became a little better. He found someone very special. A woman he loved to the death. After spending a lot of time together, they decided to marry, and soon they had a kid...

And... emm... here we come to the part when everything stops being great.

I don’t hate kids. I swear. I sometimes like to tell them scary stories, but I don’t hate them! The problem was...

The dragon-ruler’s wife died when giving birth to his first, and only son.

It wasn’t pretty. It was a long, and painful death.

The dragon ruler was sad. He couldn’t handle it.

So when he found the doctor that was suppose to care for his wife, he wasn’t very happy.

The doctor jumped out of second floor window. He wasn’t forced to do it. He actually knew that jumping out that window was the best course of the action, because it was much better than anything that the dragon ruler was planning for him.

After that, the dragon came back to his sadness. He promised to himself that he will take the best take he can for his only child, no matter what it takes.

For the next few days every city, town and village under his rule were mourning over the loss of their queen... But the dragon knew he had to move on, for his chlid.

He sent a message across all lands about how’s he’s searching for a bodyguard for his young heir. Someone to protect him, when he’s away. At the end of his message there were three simple words: “Don’t try anything.”

Let’s just say that message was not as clear as he wanted it to be.

Some power-hungry people thought it was the perfect occasion, to end the dragon, along with his only heir. They hide their weapons, and decide to go and meet the dragon.

Too bad he wasn’t as stupid as they thought he was. Anybody that came close to his little heir was checked from head to toe, and if anything was found on them... well, they had to explain themselves, or prepare to run, very, very fast.

Few people thought. “I’ve just come closly to that old dragon, and BAM! A dagger to his chest, and dead!”. These people quickly found out one thing about “old dragons” - their scales are so hard that not even the sharpest dagger could pierce them. Let’s just say the dragon didn’t like people attacking him with his favorite type of weapon.

Then, some smarter people came along. “I don’t need to kill the dragon.” they thought. “I just need to go for the little one, and BAM! He was so close with ‘queen’ he won’t marry another woman. And his bloodline will end right there!” that seemed like a plan. A very heartless plan only the worst scum of the earth would come up with, but a plan.

Little dragons were more similiar to little kittens, than to old dragons - their skin was soft, they were cute, and they needed protection from someone else to survive.

So when the assassins were raising their hands to make the killing blow to the young dragon, his father was always there to protect him. They tried day, and night. Alone and with groups. But he always was one step ahead. Ready to protect his son, no matter the cost.

That’s why when his son started to get sick, he was devasted. He hired the best of the best doctors in the whole land. But none of them could help. He felt a great despair.

It was the second time in his life when he couldn’t do anything, and just watch someone dear to him suffer. He couldn’t accept it. He asked other dragon rulers for help, he demanded some justice from the gods. But they turned their backs on him.

“It isn’t fair!“ he screamed. “It would be better if I were to die! Not him!“ he cried alone.

Until he found me.

You probably wonder what I was doing in these “left by everyone” part of the dragon country. Let just say it involved a bet, some art pieces, and heated debate about old sayings.

Anyway, when I got to the castle where the dragon lived he invited my for tea, and some talk.

He said I should really help his son, or else I will be the main topic on everyone’s next big social gathering.

Basically, this means he said in a fancy dragon language that I will help his son, or I will be the main part of the next execution.

You know’ no pressure at all.

Actually, I just decided to help him, because he can impressed me. Despite being all serious all the time, he was kinda fun to be around. He also had long fangs, which made him look a little funny.

Anyway, back to the story; I did everything I did for the poor, little dragon, and his son too. I’m no doctor, but I did everything I could.

The kid felt greater than ever, which meant his father was very happy. He actually helped me to help me with an argument I had with that one friend...

Sorry, back to the story. You probably wonder why I told you all this. Where’s a moral in that? Well, I say...

...I thought the moral stuff was already getting old.

And also I kinda like this feel good stories. A little.

And it just happened like a week or two ago, so I wanted to talk about it.

And the most important of all...

I also wanted to point out how much more caring dragons are compared to my mother.

Did I said anything about her? No? Weird. She’s the worst.

#inktober #inktober2019 #dragon #writing #story #short story #writblr #part12 #day12 #text

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