#anyways i still think this wasnt ideal but they did what they could squeezing it in and its Fine. the scene itself is very well made

[augustameretrix]

not to reignite any discourse or necessairily "defend" anything, but on a second rewatch I realized vi is stuck in jinx's cell for hours before caitlyn gets her out - the panting makes it seem like it's minutes but it really isn't: when jinx leaves the sun's high in the sky and the meeting with the city representatives jayce called is about to start and by the time they've organized the logistics of the fleeing citizens as well as the siege's defense the sun's started to set. so when vi's freed not only does she think her chances of catching up with jinx are already slim (two times she tried tracking her down she only found her after days of searching and only after jinx decided to let herself be found, the other time she had to be straight up kidnapped, she couldn't possibly imagine this one time jinx would light a fire in the town square), but she's also spent the entire afternoon punching walls and crying her eyes out, her worry and anger probably worn out and gave way to spiraling self-pity and exhaustion long before cait arrived. like no wonder she jumped on cait when at that point she told her "actually i think you were so right about this and always have been babe i got your back"

[another-stark-sub]

You and Tony trying for a baby and tony is reeeeeeaallllllyyyyy into it 👀

Oh breeding kin huh? Im into that. We are being filthy tonight! And im loving it! 18+ nsfw ahead, smut and breeding kink and possessiveness

Tonys vision of the future changed quite a few times throughout his lifetime. Hes thought of being a single bachelor for the rest of his life, maybe being dead in a ditch at a young age, but as hes grown, he started wanting more

That stereotypical white picket fence and 2.5 kids. While it wasnt his ideal, he did like the idea of settling down, having kids, living away from the city but still surrounded by his own inventions and embracing his eccentricities

And then you

You were perfect. He fell in love with you the day he asked you for something and you placed it two inches within his reach. Apparently, you had just known him well enough that even though he had never asked you before, you knew what to do

And boy, did you two go through ups and downs. He had abandonment issues, PTSD, daddy issues, and you had your own problems too. Of course he pushed you away at times, thinking youre too good for him

But the two of you always managed to talk things out, choose each other again and again

So when it got to the point that he was confident in himself enough to realize that even if he wasnt worthy that youd always choose him

Thats when it got possessive

Thats when the types of sex started to include jealous sex, the repetition of "mine" "my girl" "all for me" started

And it was fucking hot

To see his dilated pupils, so wide with wonder and lust and awe, as he tried his best to mark you. Hickies, bite marks sometimes, the ring

You guys had promise rings before getting engaged and married, a sign that you were each other's no one else's.

So when you were finally Mrs. Stark and both of you had discussed having kids

Well Tony hid his excitement. Just the thought of you getting that pregnancy glow, showing off a belly bump that he helped make, a sign that you were his.

Fuck, it was hard for him not to pounce you when you talked about having kids with him

So the two of you agreed. No condoms, no birth control. You guys had constant sex anyway. It will happen when it does

"Mhm, yep it will happen when it happens."

You smiled. "Exactly." You were ready to snack or watch a movie. Every heavy conversation abt the future warranted some lighthearted activities.

"What about now?"

You laughed. "Now?" Your laughter quieted when yoh realized he wasn't laughing with you. And when you opened your eyes, your husband was very close to you.

Fuck, youve been with that man for years, and every time he does that thing with his eyes you swear he does it on purpose you cant help but feel needy.

Tony Stark is already sexy, but when hes staring at you like youre the sexiest woman whos ever lived, well, how could you not be turned on?

"Hi, sweetheart."

You gulped. "H-Hi."

He chuckled. "That's all youre gonna say?"

"Uh." Your brain was short circuiting. He was so close to you. Every time he exhaled, you could feel his breath on your lips. "Well" -you shuddered- "maybe, something like, kiss me?"

"You sound unsure."

"Please kiss me."

He smirked. "Of course." He kissed you and goddamnit every kiss with this man turned into a makeout session.

Tony carried you to the bed, the two of you stripping on ghe way there until Tony was just had his pants, and you were in your underwear.

He pinned you to the bed, kissing you hard and littering a few lovebites high on your neck. One of his hands was palming your tits while the other was trying to get rid of your underwear

By the time you were naked, his hand was between your thighs. "God, baby, you're soaked."

"Just for you."

His eyes darkened and he plunged two fingers into you, rendering you speechless. "Yeah, just for me."

He stared at how his fingers went inside and slipped out and smiled. "I cant wait to lock my seed inside of you. Youll be all mine then, huh?"

"Already yours," you said through your moans.

"I know, baby, but now whenever Capsicle sees you, he'll know what I did to you." He rubbed your clit and watched with wknder how you gasped and whined for more. "That I fucked you and took no precautions. That the baby growing inside here" -he rubbed your g spot to emphasize- "is all mine."

"Fuck, Tony, please."

"Please what? I wanna hear you say it." He took his fingers out and you nearly screamed and how empty you felt.

"Please... please fuck a baby into me?"

He smiled, almost deviously like a mastermind with a plan, and toom his place above you. "Want me to fuck a baby into you?"

You nodded. "Please."

He nodded. "Well, since you asked." He pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock before sliding home.

Youve gone bare before, but knowing there was nothing stopping the two of you from getting pregnant with his child was a whole new level of exhilaration.

He didnt waste any time fucking you. He went hard enough that you could hear the slaps of his thighs against yours and the squelching of your juices along with the moans and grunts.

"Fuck, you're mine!" He kissed you and whispered against your lips. "Mine to kiss, to fuck." And with a particularly hard thrust, "to breed. My girls finally gonna carry a part of me with her. All. The. Time."

"Tony! Ah, please I want it."

"Want it? Want my cum, huh? Does my greedy little slut want my cum?"

You were nodding. It was hard to tell since you were bouncing up and down as he thrust in and out. "Please, I want your cum."

"Mm, don't worry youll get it. Youve been such a great wife, and youll be the best mom to our kid." He laughed and reached down to press into your clit, enjoying the way you flailed against him. As he began to rub circles onto your button, he commanded, "Come on, cum for me. Squeeze my cock. Take what's yours."

With his constant fucking, his fingers rolling that bundle of nerves, and his words touching your lips, you came hard, squeezing around his cock.

Tony couldn't handle feeling you pulse around him. "So fucking tight." He kept thrusting through his and your orgasm. "Take it, take my cum."

Sex with Tony was always amazing, if not sweet and sleepy, but that was something else.

Especially since shortly after mentally deciding to sleep underneath him with his cock inside you, he thrust into you again. "Tony!"

"Its ok, baby." He kissed your forehead and said, "Just gonna make sure, ok?" before thrusting into you again.

Safe to say, Tony made sure you were pregnant, even if it took several hours to do so

[brideofcthulhu10]

Could you do a reaction where the lost boys are hanging out with their S/O at their house. It’s 3 am and s/o falls asleep. They hear a crash down stares so the boy investigates, his face all vamped out. They find the s/o younger sibling in the kitchen who is around 4 yrs old with their hand in the cookie jar. The sibling sees them with their fangs and runs over to them yelling “Kitty”! The next night their s/o tells them they are tired because their younger sibling Made them look for a cat.

Okie doke, super specific but I think I did a damn dandy job on it if I do say so myself lol. Well, I hope you enjoy it!

The Bats Being Cats

Lost Boys × fem!S/O fluff with little brother

David 

It was a rare occurence when David slept outside of the hotel, but with the numerous break ins he didn't feel comfortable leaving you alone. You insisted you weren't alone! 

"Having a stray neighborhood cat you feed doesn't count as protection," he retorts, arms crossed. 

"No that's not what I mean-"

"-Just let me keep any eye on you, kitten. Please?"

Being asked please by David just made your heart ache. Pleasantries were partially limited as it was but David was not one for saying please. You sighed, taking his hand in yours. "Fine, but please don't kill anybody. My parents would be pissed if someone got blood on the carpets."

All had been going pretty well, you managed to cook him up a home made meal for once having to repeatedly remind yourself absolutely no garlic, and after a slashers marathon on TV you were ready for bed. It was only 2 am! David was far from tired, but at your behest he obliged under protest. Being the nocturnal vamp he was, he just laid beside you while you slept enjoying the peace and quiet. Beds weren't exactly his forte so it didn't make him any less awake. Too squishy. The loud banging coming from the kitchen didn't exactly serenade him into slumber. 

An intruder huh? Well, you did say not to kill them… but you never said anything about mmaiming. Besides, he had to skip a blood meal to be here, might as well have some fast food while you were off in dreamland. David gently scooted himself off the bed as best he could without disturbing you and pulled the blankets over. Watching you burrow against the pillow made him smile softly, pushing your hair out of your face. Slowly he leaned in for a tender kiss, after all he wasn't in a hurry. "Sleep tight kitten, I'll be right back."

Carefully he slunk down the stairs with ease. Sure enough a stream of light trailed off from the dining room. The closer he got the more he continued to hear rattling within the kitchen. Drawers slowly rumbling as the were slid open, the cabinets squeaking, the… chairs being scraped across the floor? 

Okay so they were a very short burglar, whatever. Turning the corner with fangs ready to tear into whatever pitiful mortal thought it wise to enter his mate's home- who the hell is that?

Rather than a short man dressed in all black, he had come to find a small boy sitting on the counter in a red race car t-shirt with matching race track print shorts elbow deep in a dog-shaped jar labeled "COOKIES". Currently the tiny pastry thief was smeared with chocolate chips and crumbs, half a cookie sticking out of his mouth. There was such a heavy awkward silence and they both just stared at each other until the boy finally gasped. "Wow you're a big kitty!"

"Ki-?" Immediately David became flustered as the little one scrambled off his kitchen chair ladder and HUGGED HIM. David immediately scrunched his body together as if it could make him smaller. He hardly hugged anyone other than you, the sensation was almost so foreign he nearly rejected the crumb coated tyke who was smearing chocolate on his jacket. Grrrreat. 

"Uh.. Yeah sure, kitty, let's go with that," he quickly dismissed the kid, awkwardly patting his head. "Kitty says off to be or I'll tell-"

"You can't tell Y/N! She'll tell mummy when they can't back!"

Mummy? Go figure you forget to mention you had a little brother! "Well then we better go to bed then, huh? Otherwise we'll both get in trouble. See, your sister doesn't want me getting lost around the house showing off my teeth. So we gotta keep that a secret, got it?"

The boy quickly nodded, pretending to zip his lips shut. Watching David put the cookies higher that the chair could help him reach. With cheeks puffed up he stomped away, whining under his breath that the mean kitty was no fun. David rolled his eyes, sinking away his fangs back into his mouth. With dawn approaching he debated his options, quickly scribbling down a "sleeping in here, do not open" to tape on your closet, using a wadded up towel to seal up any cracks. Not ideal, but better than being burnt to a crisp. Once the sun went down again, he came out to see you utterly disheveled. How were you tired you slept half the night, if anything he should be tired! Well apparently your little brother B/N insisted he found a giant, bossy kitty cat "with a dumb hair cut" in the house and demanded you spent all day helping him find it. David hadn't the heart to tell you, although the chair cut line made him tempted to scare the little turd. Maybe not, so he just shrugged it off suggesting perhaps the kid was sleepwalking.

Dwayne

Well Dwayne had a fair share of handling children before, but this was ridiculous. It seemed like a cute little suggestion, spending the night at your house. He wouldn't exactly get much sleep. Still, he didn't mind cuddling with you in your bed, get the opportunity to maybe look around your room and get some better insight about who you were before he met you. Besides, any opportunity to sleep in a real bed again that wasnt caked in cobwebs was a golden opportunity in his eyes. 

You certainly were a trooper, you insisted on staying up as late as you possibly could. After ordering from a pizza shop he opted just to devour the barbecue wings while you nibbled down on classic pepperoni. You insisted there was no garlic, but he wasn't going to risk anything spoiling tonight. When his hunger couldn't be satiated you offered him the uncooked beef shoulder your mom was saving for dinner next week. It was disgusting, wringing it out like a sweaty sock, watching your juice pitcher fill up with red juices. When you struggled to squeeze out  anything else, Dwayne straight up dug his teeth into the partially dried hunk of meat until it started to turn grey. The entire process was gruesome. You couldn't help make a face, although you were still glad he had some sort of blood. 

"What's animal blood like anyway? I mean, usually you drink human right? Is animal like… vampiric vegetarianism?"

Dwayne pondered the inquiry, wiping the red from around his mouth. "I guess the best way I can describe it, it's like junk food in a way," he explained, polishing off the last bit and smearing his mouth on his jacket sleeve. "It fills you up okay, but not as well as human blood. Eventually it won't be able curb the hunger for very much longer."

"Hm. So it's like having potato chips for dinner," you asked, going to rinse out the jug before he had the chance to lick up the remainder. 

"Pretty much."

After dinner, you settled on the couch watching the IT miniseries on tv, sharing a bowl of popcorn. Half way through the three hour series you had dozed off, head lightly nuzzled beneath his arm into his chest. Gently he swept you up into his arms, carrying you down the hallway into your room. Just as he laid you down he heard a bunch of clanking around in the kitchen. Looking back at you he pushed your hair out of your face, stealing a gentle kiss. "Don't worry princess, I'll handle this one," he whispered against your lips. Guess he was going to get that human blood after all. With fangs bared he swept through the hallways with ease, slinking into the dark kitchen ready to strike, and then the lights flipped on. Standing beside the fridge was a young child, couldn't be more than 4 or five sitting on the floor with a handful of pinwheel cookies. Literally caught with his hand in the cookie jar, the bits eyes turned to saucers. "KITTY CAT!" 

Dwayne flinched when the crumbly toddler hugged his waist. Alright so you had a brother. That was new. Carefully he lifted up the toddler, balancing on his hip like he had done with Laddie. "Well hi. I wasn't expecting a cookie thief tonight."

"Are you Y/N's kitty? You're really big!"

"No, I'm a big ol' panther. I usually eat all the bad kids who stay up past their bedtime," he teased with a fanged grin. "Know any?"

The boy rapidly shook his head. "Nope! Uh uh! I was uh, sleepy walkin'!" 

"Oh well, then I guess we should get you back to bed then, huh?"

Laddie used to pull the same thing all the time. They always put him to bed around 4:40 am, sometimes he could push it to almost 5, but then Dwayne would catch him sneaking around the tunnels at 6 am. Except with Laddie he would just hang upside down with him or go back to Star. He couldn't exactly do that with a four year old human. Instead he shuffled his boots through scattered toys, kicking them out of the way as he tucked the little boy in bed. Out like a light. Boy he was good. Softly he tip toes back into your room and laid beside you until the sun started coming up. He snuck into your parents room with their dark, heavy curtains drawn and wedged himself into their walk in closet just to be safe. Thank god your dad hates sunlight too. The entire day time he could hear your little brother shouting "Kitty?! Mr. Kitty?!"

Cue your groans as you lazily followed him, shooing the boy away from where Dwayne was currently sleeping.

"B/N, you were probably just sleeping after you ate all the freakin' cookies and dreamt there was some big dumb cat."

"No no no, honest Y/N, I saw him, I did I did! We jus' gotta keep lookin'!"

Dwayne chuckled, he'd have to apologize to you once the sun came up.

Paul

Yes! A sleep over at Y/N's place! Finally! He never got to go over there because your parents were such fuddy duddy same-old! Now with them gone for a weekend trip to San Diego, he had you all to himself! Oh he was so giddy when he jumped through your doorway. Wow. Fancy! Two stories, a big ol' tv in the living room with one giant wrap-around couch?! Is that the new Sega system?! There's a freaking pool in the backyard! He's just geeking out!

"Dude, babe, why didn't you tell me your parents are loaded," he exclaimed, jumping over the edge of the couch onto the cushions. 

"I mean the stuff is nice I guess," you shrugged, sitting next to him. "Honestly I just love being with you guys in the hotel. I hadn't really thought about it."

Paul raised his brow. "So, you're gonna give all this up?"

"Well, eventually whenever I decide I want you to turn me." 

Cuuute. Paul just snickered, nibbling on your neck. After that, you were up almost all night. Getting high in your bedroom, concocting bizarre stoner munchies down in the kitchen, video game competitions on the giant television, making out when you were supposed to be watching a scary movie… making out when you guys are skinny dipping in the pool… whole lot of heavy petting. Finally you had tuckered out in his arms, burrowed beside him with his jacket draped over you. Oh god you were so adorable. It was only 3:45 in the morning, so he had a few hours before the sun came up. 

"Okay sleepyhead," Paul huffed, lifting you up in his arms ", bedtime!"

You groaned some half mumbled whine about not being tired which only made him chuckle. "Shhh, chill out kitten. Time to crash. I'll still be here tomorrow night, mkay?"

It was hard for him to put you down. Not that he didn't want to- you wouldn't let go! You kept clinging to his shirt and whining until he had flopped on the bed with you. "Can't get enough of me, huh baby? Eh, I can't blame ya." 

You mumbled something along the lines of "shut up" then went back to sleep. Still adorable. Well he got cozy, gently rolling you off of him once he was sure you were asleep. That's when a loud crash came from the kitchen. A break in? 

Paul sat up- and was immediately yanked back down! "Fuck meee," he groaned, looking over at you. Really?! You were holding his HAIR?? "Ugh, babe you suck."

In a frenzy he managed to untangle the chunk of his blonde hair caught in your vice grip. Carefully he peeked around the corner of the hallway. It couldn't be your parents, he would have been able to hear their car perfectly. No this was down in the kitchen. 

Raccoon, burglar, hobo squatters, whatever he was, it was a little past midnught but he could still go for a snack. 

There was a light on in the kitchen just barely illuminating the living room adjacent to it, Paul could see some sort of shadow shifting around, clinking sounds of glass were, the fridge opening. He tore around the corner, fangs ready to dig into his newest treat. Apparently, someone else was craving a snack. 

There was a breakfast bar hanging off the counter top by the sink in the center of your kitchen, and happily wedged in a tall bar stool was a mop top kid sporting batman pajamas with a big ol' glass of milk and the jar of cookies with the lid off. 

"Whoa!"

"Oh! Shit- uh, hey kiddo," Paul stuttered.

"Shit," the kid questioned, making Paul choke. Crap! 

"Oh crap-! I mean fuc-! I mean-," he smacked his forehead in frustration just so he'd shut the hell up, plunking his butt in the stool trying to process what to say. 

The boy was still staring at him, then with a firm hand, pointed right at him. "You're a really tall cat!"

"Yeah? I like to this so." Paul chuckled, snatching a cookie from the jar, not even waiting to finish chewing before he asked him "What's your name kiddo?"

"B/N," he answered. "You're not gonna tell me sister right? I saw you wrestling with here earlier. Are you like a lion or something?"

Again, Paul nearly choked on his cookie, knocking back the milk. Fuuuuck that kid saw you guys on the couch. "Uh, yeah! You're sister is trying to be a lion tamer, so I'm helping her!" Leaning his cheek on his hand he gave him a sneaky smile. "And I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me and your sister. Your mommy and daddy wouldn't be real happy if she let a big ol' lion in."

B/N nodded firmly as if he was given the most intense secret mission of his short life. Paul just spent a few minutes with the oddball talking about video games, the best cartoons on nowadays, showing him how to stick up some devil horns and head bang. Kid was a natural! Tongue out and everything! With snack time over he shooed the boy back to bed, tucking him in awkwardly.

"Good night Mr. Lion. You're awesome," he yawned, snuggling into bed. Paul felt a twinge of guilt, knowing one day he'd have to take this kid's big sister away… maybe they'd wait just a little longer. Wedged happily inside Y/N's closet atop a pile of her unmentionables with plenty of clothes and some duct tape courtesy of said lovely babe, he couldn't help but hear the boy burst in with excitement, jumping on her bed. 

"Ugh, B/N it's like 9 am, what is it," you groaned from your bed, trying to roll back over under a pile of comforters. 

"You wouldn't believe it! I hung out with a lion last night! He was huuuuge!"

"Yeah? I met he smelled like kitty litter and weed," you half mumbled. 

Oi!

"Nuh uh! Don't you remember? He was the one you were wrestling with in the jacuzzi!"

You sat up straight, your face bright red. "You little twerp, you supposed to have been in bed by then!"

Paul had to stifle a laugh, rolling over. He'd explain it later. After all, lions weren't morning cats.

Marko

When you mentioned your parents flying to Florida to take care of your granny, he couldn't resist the urge to spend the night with you. At first you seemed opposed to the idea. You weren't supposed to have guests over! If your parents caught you home with a boy of all people, they'd kill you then dance on your grave. 

"Pretty please baby doll," he'd hugged, nuzzling his nose into your neck. He wiggled his arms around your neck, teasing beneath your ear with sweet kisses until you practically melted. "I'll be good. Honest, baby girl. No one else is gonna see me, it's not like you'll get caught."

"Well…," you'd hesitate. Well, of course all it took was those bonnie blue eyes, Marko pouting out his bottom lip. "Okay fine, but only if you don't cause any trouble."

"When do I ever?"

You were sure to stock up on snacks for the night. Chips, soda, three types of gummies. You two were the dynamic duo of sweet tooths, if it weren't for his hyper healing he was sure his fangs would've rot out by now. 

 But you were determined. Tonight had to be a perfect sleepover for you and your boyfriend. Later in the afternoon you managed to sneak into the blood drive going on at the beach and steal a cooler of AB negative. After all, it was a special night.

 In regards to the sun, you had made up the guest room with heavy curtains tightly taped to the wall to prevent any light. You even made sure the closet was cleared if that wasn't enough. 

You were so excited once he arrived, practically jumping into his arms. Marko gushed over how cute your room was. Posters, plushies, a plethora of reading material along a wall-height bookshelf, although once he spotted your bed there wasn't much talking left over. When you two were all done having a good ol' time doing the Devil's tango, you insisted on him having a home cooked meal for once. 

"Don't you ever get tired of greasy, soggy chow mein," you ask, sauteing a pan of teriyaki soaked beef. 

"It is not soggy," Marko insisted, feigning offense. 

"You didn't say it wasn't greasy though."

After you two fattened up on a sundae making contest, you crashed on the couch with him, laying comfortably on top wiggled tightly in his arms. Even Marko grew drowsy slurping on the end of a blood pack. You were just so sweet and soft, he couldn't resist the allure of the perfect cuddle partner. Eyes were drooping, almost dozing off.

The sound of clinking glass in the kitchen jolted him awake. You two were supposed to be alone, or so he thought. 

It was nearly impossible to wiggle out from underneath you. When he began to move you verbally whined, holding onto him. "Shhh she it's okay baby girl. I'll be right back," he cooed, lifting you up then laying you back down on the couch. Draping his leather jacket over you, his heart nearly kickstarted again when you snuggled up against it with a weary smile. "Oh you're gonna bring me back to life just to kill me, babe."

Again that loud thump in the kitchen drew his attention. Someone must've either been real stupid or had some twisted death wish to break into your house. With teeth bared he stepped in, swinging the door open. 

Oh! At first he thought maybe it was a raccoon, but following the trail of candy wrappers led him right to the culprit. A guilty six year old covered in chocolate. 

"Well, hey there," Marko chimed, crouching down to look at him. "Where'd you come from?"

"My room," the smart mouth retorted, trying to hide the candy behind him. "Are you some sort of cheetah?"

Marko burst out laughing, the light glinting off his set of fangs. "Heck yeah I am. And who are you?"

"I'm B/N," he mumbled. "Is that why you and my sister were having a roaring contest earlier?"

It was hard not to laugh at that, biting on his bottom lip. "Yeah, but you gotta keep it a secret, okay? It's official Cheetah business, I'm sure you understand."

B/N was a tricky one, Marko could definitely see the family resemblance once he asked

"What do I get if I'm quiet?"

Tricky little bugger wasn't he? That smirk was so familiar it was almost weird. Kudos to this kid for playing the hustle. Bad judge of character though. Marko leaned close and grinned, baring his fangs again. "Well, for one I won't eat you."

The boy gasped, but instead of crying he just laughed. "Okay, deal. Throw in a candy bar?"

"Hm.." Marko tilted his head still squatting in a frog position with his hands resting on his knees. "Well I can't argue with that. You got a deal, kiddo."

Escorting the boy back to his room, Marko crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorway. "You're pretty smart, kiddo."

"Yeah, Y/N always say never get played for a sucker," he sighed between yawns. Typical. He was nearly hustled by a 6 year old. Waltzing back to you he lifted you up still wrapped in his jacket and laid you in your room. If you had been alone he probably would've kept you in the guest room with him. But somebody had to watch the little punk. So wearily he slunk into the quiet room, locking the door for extra measure so no nosey kids came bursting in. He hadn't heard much while he was sleeping that day, but when he came our again you were frazzled after putting your brother to bed around 7pm. Apparently he insisted there was a talking cheetah in the house with a bad attitude who wanted to eat him. "Nah," Marko insisted, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. "I hear punk kids are too tough and chewy for cheetahs to eat."

[lucidpantone]

I can respect your opinion but I’m curious how you think that having the POV clips spread throughout the season wouldn’t take focus away from Yasmina more than doing them all at the end of the season would? Obviously not having them at all or doing a bonus ep would be the ideal thing but I feel like having different POV clips each week would undoubtedly cause the fandom to focus on other plots over Yasmina’s *every week* (like they did with Skames s4)

This is gonna turn into an Espana rant because I have been holding this in for a few months so let me tell why the fuck I am so pissed at skam espana s4. Firstly AMIRA AMIRA AMIRA!!!! What the fuck was that!!. They had the perfect Sana in their hands. She was our Jonas too she wasn’t undeveloped in anyway. We knew so much about Amira as a person and her approach to life. What a good friend she was to Cris even when Cris could be a total dick. We understood her constant struggle to be friends with the squad but also be herself and how her connection to Dani was built on friendship and years of trust. Like you had the perfect candidate and they fucked it so bad I can’t deal bruh.......it hurts my head thinking about it because the team is so talented from wtFOCK I would expect shit like this but Espana..... I felt betrayed fam. So betrayed..... Like I already knew going into it Dani was gonna be yousef and IDK I felt some type of way but I thought if done well with the right writing team it would be interesting to address the struggle of a young muslim woman falling for a christian man(BTW no muslim writer at the helm to touch such a sensitive topic). 

It’s a common issue and one that could be enlightening but it would require alot of sensitivity and alot of nuance and development of the couple. Well boy was I wrong firstly the issue of dropping the pov clips throughout the season wasnt why it took away from Amira it was because of how they used the pov clips to extend/introduce plots. So pov clips can be plot fillers but they require a well balanced dance. Every pov clip usually serves to address an issue or conflict. So this issue or conflict has a beginning, middle and end. A perfect execution to me of this in espana s4 was norando. The clips were easy quick and didnt really take away from Amira. Following s3 we know that Alejandro is in London and Nora is in Madrid. They have the whole “we are in love but can’t seem to work it out” thing going. So we know the issue and so we know the clips will be around getting Es noorhelm to get together. We dont require any plot additions because we know their story. So clip one (the beginning) is super easy Pome in London talking to Nora about coming home. Inserted super carefully into the 12min clip is Amira opening the door to Pome so we see as an audience he is in Madrid (the middle) and lastly. Amira’a dad playing wing man and driving the girls to catch alejandro and lastly Norando agreeing to stay in Madrid with one another. Its any easy plot to follow, strait to the point and fits nicely into Amira’s pov because Nora is her BFF who she is discussing her issue with. Now the Kassim and Lucas plots were like omg your trying to sneak in an entire queer muslim love story from the POV of Lucas while Amira becomes like the “conflict” point. They basically attempted to squeeze an entire s3 with religious undertones into Amira’s season. Like what the fuck was that!?!?! You can’t just slide something like that in and then it be lucas’s entire arc without it taking from Amira. That was so dumb..... it pissed me off because I get they were trying to show you the big religious divide between the muslim characters and non-muslim characters but we spent so much time giving Lucas and Dani context and their feelings we never got to spend time with Amira’s feelings. The whole thing makes me mad. I am still mad. Anyways back to this anon I think the povs can work across the season if they take a Norando approach but not if they take a Kassim/lucas approach.